Once upon a time there lived a great king. His kingdom was near some of the most beautiful waterfalls on earth. Between the mountains and the river beds - his opal kingdom looked like a oil painting of labradorite, azurite, and aragonite.
The sea outside his castle was the home to magical seahorses and dragons.
The King only had one child. A girl named Jessica.
Jessica was small for her age. She looked like her grandmother.
The great king owned a rare stone . The stone had been in his family for years. The king also owned a book that had not been seen since the days of the ancients.
The book was the a treasure in itself. The book had only been handled by some of the most influential people in history.
The age of the book and the fact that it was in perfect condition gave it a value of being priceless by that alone.
Although the reason that the book was sought after was not because of it's age alone. That alone was its worth in antiquity and desire.
But the book had three characteristics that set it apart and made it a coveted desire.
1. It had a smudge on one of the pages.
The smudge was rumored to have a drop of blood by Christ himself.
2. The book was the history of the Jews and it contained real magic.
3. The book had very rare information that no one had seen in thousands of years.
The book had a map in it that lead to a tomb.
The tomb was a crypt of wealth and power.
The king and his daughter were the last of their kind.
A rare bloodline that not many knew about. Most people assumed that the king acquired the book by his wealth alone.
One day the king was in his personal library. He was with a priest and a rabbi.
Not a joke.
Two of the kings closest friends from childhood had grown into religious leaders.
On Wednesday morning they got together for coffee and an intellectual conversation on stamp collecting, maps and travel ventures and history.
They had never discussed the ancient map.
They loved to talk about world Atlas coordination. Literally a king , a rabbi and a priest discussed how long it would take to get from one end of the world to the other.
It was a passion that they shared.
On that Wednesday the king received a word from one of his advisers that the war that was plaguing the country besides their country-
Was moving towards their border.
The king had only heard of the problem in the papers.
He knew that an evil army was going around the globe and picking on smaller minorities.
The jester cobbler stones were what the press called the army of the damned.
The world always has something going on.
World hunger in small undeveloped countries is not news.
Sadly it's fact and injustice.
You would think someone would care enough to fix the problem.
But what is worse than no leader to lost sheep, is a leader who allows his own people to be slaughter house kibble.
It took the world a little while to figure out that there was something else wrong.
The world was not a flat empty void for the 13 th dimension.
Bad people who were in power were robbing the poor of what they did not know that they had.
Only to use the money to murder and cover up the deaths that they caused.
The media called the evil soldiers
" jesters"
Then the world leaders who kept having to fix the void with their own funds called the soldiers cobbler because they were cheap and simple.
A cobbler is a simple dish. Flour and water with fruit.
These idiots stole enough funds to feed the world.
But they acted like they deserved more.
They had killed more people than it was worth. Mostly considering that the money and wealth was not already in a person's hands.
So why bother killing anyone.
They were a joke in the press.
The problem had never went to anywhere where anyone would say enough is enough.
The king was not interested in a war but he was appalled by the jokes in the press.
He did not want his people to be next.
Someone had to put a stop to what was not soldiers but criminals who did not deserve anything for what they did.
The king told his advisers that he would send in real law and real soldiers to get rid of the jester criminals.
The kings men rode on black horses in the night to sneak up on the criminals. They captured them all and put them away. The king took the wealth that was recovered and he took it himself back to where it originally belonged.
When the king came back home he was visited by a man who did not stick out to him at first.
The man was tall , thin and wore a black robe.
The man had a strange marking on his wrist as though he had been branded.
The symbol looked like old script from a long time ago.
The man stepped into the light.
His eyes were different in some way.
He spoke with a clear calmness that was haunting in itself-
" Your majesty, I don't think we have been properly introduced. My name is Jeremiah. I'm lost for words. You see I started out with an army and then .... well it seems that they are in prison. And my wealth along with them are gone. You seem to be the gate keeper here. Maybe you could explain this travesty to me. "
The king was exhausted from his journey home and he was thirsty.
He held up his hand and he turned to his maid,
" Please bring me a cold glass of pure water and something for this man. "
The maid ran off.
The king walked over to Jeremiah and he said,
" Sir, my name is Charles. And you are right we have never been properly introduced. Anyway I will save you a speech that will waste both our evenings. You are not a king. You are not a soldier. You have no authority to build an army. In fact what those men were doing was criminal and sickening. Frankly it was pathetic as well. I am a ruler of a kingdom that sits next to an undeveloped country. Those people are screaming for help. Your idiots were dragging that insanity into my borders. That makes it my business. That money, though it maybe stolen, does not give you the right to keep it. Unless you are insane on top of being an obnoxious asshole. "
Jeremiah looked shocked and enraged.
He cleared his throat and he whispered his next words. Though soft they resonated clear as a chapel bell during mass.
" And you will know this dear king. By the next full moon- you will dig into whatever you will find to restore to my hands what I have lost or your daughter will die a cold Dark death that will make angels weep. And one other thing. I want the book of magic that you hold dear. "
" Are you serious? Do you have any idea who you are speaking to? "
Jeremiah walked as close as he could to the king.
" Oh I know exactly who you are. But I doubt you know who you are. Which will make this so much more easier and fun. "
Jeremiah pointed his finger and the thorns on the rose bushes turned to snakes. The seahorses jumped out of the water and they turned into wild creatures.
Jeremiah spun around and just like that he evaporated into thin air.
The king did not sleep well that night.
The next day a historian came to visit the king.
The book of magic was in question.
How did the king own it if he did not have a sales receipt?
The king said it had been in his family-
But where is the proof?
The king realized that for a book like that to have been in his family and that would probably indicate that he was related to all the previous owners of the book.
So the king did a DNA test.
He was related to every person in history who had written a part of the book.
The king knew nothing about magic.
But by exposing his situation it brought the truth out.
No wizard could do anything about this.
The wizard was magical and he could do tricks.
But the wizard could not actually make the king do anything.
That was mind control in the power of subliminal suggestion.
The king waited and when the next full moon arose-
So did Jeremiah the wizard.
The king told Jeremiah that he had no grounds to affect anything in the kings court. Jeremiah and his spells were over. He could never harm jessica.
Jeremiah was captured and punished for his part in the destruction of the world.
The End
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