It was the year 1837, and the earth was at war. Magic had been founded and made a legal thing to do which was completely different from the previous few years. Before the law change, magic was outlawed across every known region and people found practicing it, well, suffice to say, they suffered a great and terrible price. They were tortured for weeks and then finally, if they were lucky, they were burned at the stake. Other ways were being eaten by a numerous amount of different creatures, of all shapes and sizes, being thrown into a bag then drowned, and many other painful ways. The death that they wished for was decapitation, so as to go a bit less painfully. All of a sudden, the king and queen passed a new law, saying that magic was no longer outlawed, and it was free to practice it through all the land. Many said that the magicians had bewitched the king and queen, and made them obey their will. Others were relived, because their friends were finally not being hunted. Needless to say, there were protesters, and every day, if you looked out your window, you were sure to see a angry mob of people, walking down the street and shouting
"BAN MAGIC AGAIN. JOIN US AND MAKE THE KING CHANGE HIS MIND. MAGICIANS ARE FREAKS AND DESERVE TO BE LOCKED UP."
Now, let us focus on a certain, small, family, with a little boy who is 10 years old, at the dinner table.
"Ugh, todays protesting got us no where",
the angry father said while biting down on some carrots.
"The queen popped her head out the window, then shut the window and locked it. Those freaks must be controlling them, there's no other way that they would change their mind about this."
The wife, thinking differently about it, says
"Well, I think that its a good change, think of all those people who were being put through a lot of hardship in their life."
"Will you never understand? They all sold their souls to the DEVIL, they need to be destroyed."
"Oh, and protesting about it is going to make them change their mind?"
"If we just keep marching and protesting, their going to change the law at some point!"
"Yeah, that or their going to pass a law that forbids you from protesting and throw you into jail! What will happen to our son? And the one on the way?"
"That's why I'm worried, honey, there's a lot of spells that require a newborn child. Now I'm going to put Bossk to bed." "
Ok, good night!"
Kissing them both on the cheek, Manaroo went to lay down while Abano and Bossk went to bed too. After Abano heard her lightly snoring, he turned to Bossk who was still awake.
"You hear me, son", he whispered. "When you get older, you must hunt down every one of those magic freaks and destroy them. They are a plague and a menace to our society, and the only way to get rid of them is to kill them. Do you understand?"
Looking into his sons eyes, he saw him nod his head in agreement.
"BAN MAGIC AGAIN. JOIN US AND MAKE THE KING CHANGE HIS MIND. MAGICIANS ARE FREAKS AND DESERVE TO BE LOCKED UP."
Now, let us focus on a certain, small, family, with a little boy who is 10 years old, at the dinner table.
"Ugh, todays protesting got us no where",
the angry father said while biting down on some carrots.
"The queen popped her head out the window, then shut the window and locked it. Those freaks must be controlling them, there's no other way that they would change their mind about this."
The wife, thinking differently about it, says
"Well, I think that its a good change, think of all those people who were being put through a lot of hardship in their life."
"Will you never understand? They all sold their souls to the DEVIL, they need to be destroyed."
"Oh, and protesting about it is going to make them change their mind?"
"If we just keep marching and protesting, their going to change the law at some point!"
"Yeah, that or their going to pass a law that forbids you from protesting and throw you into jail! What will happen to our son? And the one on the way?"
"That's why I'm worried, honey, there's a lot of spells that require a newborn child. Now I'm going to put Bossk to bed." "
Ok, good night!"
Kissing them both on the cheek, Manaroo went to lay down while Abano and Bossk went to bed too. After Abano heard her lightly snoring, he turned to Bossk who was still awake.
"You hear me, son", he whispered. "When you get older, you must hunt down every one of those magic freaks and destroy them. They are a plague and a menace to our society, and the only way to get rid of them is to kill them. Do you understand?"
Looking into his sons eyes, he saw him nod his head in agreement.
Now, let us go forward a couple years...
Bossk was now a knight, one of the best in his castle. The protesters were, not in fact, fading but growing in numbers. The king and queen still refused to do anything about it, and let magic roam freely. Now, let us see what has become of Bossk's family.
"Just take a deep breath and push hard!",
Abano said to his wife, Manaroo. Just then, Bossk burst into the hut.
"What's the matter, Father, I came as quick as I got your emergency message."
"Your mother is giving birth, son!"
"Oh, ok, cool I guess?"
"Just sit there on that stool and wait!"
As the midwife pulled out the baby, she gasped. "
What is it, midwife?",
Abano said.
"The baby, it's dead!"
As she said that, Manaroo faded away and died during child birth. In the few weeks that followed, Abano blamed magic for his wife and child's death. He was even more active and bitter about magic being allowed, and got thrown in jail a few times for throwing stuff at the king and queen's window. One night, Bossk remembered those years ago that his father had told him about magic, and how he said that he would destroy them. Grabbing his weapons and armour, he snuck out of the house, and, mounting his horse, rode off into the rainy distance. He first found a cabin in the wood, with a old man inside. When Bossk knocked on the door, the old man opened the door and greeted him.
"What is a fine young man like you, doing out in the woods at this rainy hour of the night?"
Countering his question with another question, Bossk asked,
"Are you a wizard?"
Why yes, yes I am. Is there something I can do for you?" Swinging his Tomafas out into attack position, he stabbed the old man, and watched as he fell to the floor, bleeding out and dying. Mounting his horse again, he took off.
"Just take a deep breath and push hard!",
Abano said to his wife, Manaroo. Just then, Bossk burst into the hut.
"What's the matter, Father, I came as quick as I got your emergency message."
"Your mother is giving birth, son!"
"Oh, ok, cool I guess?"
"Just sit there on that stool and wait!"
As the midwife pulled out the baby, she gasped. "
What is it, midwife?",
Abano said.
"The baby, it's dead!"
As she said that, Manaroo faded away and died during child birth. In the few weeks that followed, Abano blamed magic for his wife and child's death. He was even more active and bitter about magic being allowed, and got thrown in jail a few times for throwing stuff at the king and queen's window. One night, Bossk remembered those years ago that his father had told him about magic, and how he said that he would destroy them. Grabbing his weapons and armour, he snuck out of the house, and, mounting his horse, rode off into the rainy distance. He first found a cabin in the wood, with a old man inside. When Bossk knocked on the door, the old man opened the door and greeted him.
"What is a fine young man like you, doing out in the woods at this rainy hour of the night?"
Countering his question with another question, Bossk asked,
"Are you a wizard?"
Why yes, yes I am. Is there something I can do for you?" Swinging his Tomafas out into attack position, he stabbed the old man, and watched as he fell to the floor, bleeding out and dying. Mounting his horse again, he took off.
In the following month, he hunted down and killed every witch or wizard that he saw. There was soon a bounty out for his head, and it was a pricy one, one that raised the eye of a familiar old person, nicknamed, "The Professor", and he had a perfect plan thought out to meet Bossk. Passing through another town with a cloak over his face, Bossk saw a familiar sign on a door. "Village Wizard", it read. Looking over the place, he saw that it would be a easy kill and he returned, later that night. Slipping inside the house, he saw the wizard laying down, asleep. Raising his tomafas, as he stabbed down at the wizard, they were all of a sudden blocked by duel swords. Before he could react, the swords disarmed him, and backed him up the wall. Then he saw that the swords had a body, as the old man woke up.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? Could it be Bossk? I must admit, you were way too easy to trap. Well, lets grab him and bag him."
Hitting on the blunt side of the sword, Henry Drake de Toqueville aka "The Tempest", picked him up, and as The Professor teleported them to their base, he put him into a test tube. Waking up, Bossk felt a little groggy at first, then as he remembered where he was, he woke up with a jolt. Looking around him, he realized he was stuck in a tube, with the Professor looking on, with his bodyguard Henry Drake de Toqueville, standing next to him to make sure nothing went wrong." Go ahead, struggle, you cant escape the tube or do anything to hinder me, Bamahahahaha. I stole your rage from your mother dying to fuel my new invention, BAMAHAHAHA." Taking the sheet off the test tube to Bossk's right, Bossk saw another man, stuck inside. "Now reveiling, KUN, as I like to call him." Opening the door to the tube, Kun stepped out and turned to The Professer. "Kun, Human, Male, Berserker, Ready to comply, sir", (Agents of shield semi joke, mamma should get it) "Excellent", The Professor replied. "Now go destroy as many villages as you can, your band of barbarians are waiting outside." Walking outside, Bossk heard the yells of many berserkers. "Now for you, your staying here for a while,'Bossk'. HAHAHAHA, I mean come on, what kind of name is 'Bossk'. 'Oh honey, its a boy, what should we name him? Oh I can't think, maybe BOSSK!' LOL HAHAHAHAHAHA. Did you just randomly open up a star wars book or something like that?”
"Well, well, well, what have we here? Could it be Bossk? I must admit, you were way too easy to trap. Well, lets grab him and bag him."
Hitting on the blunt side of the sword, Henry Drake de Toqueville aka "The Tempest", picked him up, and as The Professor teleported them to their base, he put him into a test tube. Waking up, Bossk felt a little groggy at first, then as he remembered where he was, he woke up with a jolt. Looking around him, he realized he was stuck in a tube, with the Professor looking on, with his bodyguard Henry Drake de Toqueville, standing next to him to make sure nothing went wrong." Go ahead, struggle, you cant escape the tube or do anything to hinder me, Bamahahahaha. I stole your rage from your mother dying to fuel my new invention, BAMAHAHAHA." Taking the sheet off the test tube to Bossk's right, Bossk saw another man, stuck inside. "Now reveiling, KUN, as I like to call him." Opening the door to the tube, Kun stepped out and turned to The Professer. "Kun, Human, Male, Berserker, Ready to comply, sir", (Agents of shield semi joke, mamma should get it) "Excellent", The Professor replied. "Now go destroy as many villages as you can, your band of barbarians are waiting outside." Walking outside, Bossk heard the yells of many berserkers. "Now for you, your staying here for a while,'Bossk'. HAHAHAHA, I mean come on, what kind of name is 'Bossk'. 'Oh honey, its a boy, what should we name him? Oh I can't think, maybe BOSSK!' LOL HAHAHAHAHAHA. Did you just randomly open up a star wars book or something like that?”
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