Wallus Wizard's Tale
“Fire!”
“Hold your position, men!”
“Duck!”
“Why not goose or chi- ahhh!”
“Amazing,” I mused, “they still don’t get it, even after 5 years.” Sorry. I should explain. My name is Wallace Wizard. I’m the old wizard you might have heard about who lives in the rickety tower on the hill between the castles.
There should only be one castle, but the king’s son, Prince Pelle, and his daughter, Princess Cynthia, are fighting for the throne. The want it all to themselves, and won’t agree to share it. So, instead of agreeing on something, they use was as their solution.
“Mr. Wallace,” gasped a messenger for Prince Pelle. He looked like he had just run up the stairs of my tower – and he, in fact, just did, “The honorable Prince Pelle would like to speak with you.”
“Very well,” I said, “Bring him in.” Prince Pelle entered, looking like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Sorry for my ragged appearance,” he started, “I haven’t slept days due to this little skirmish.
“Phaa,” I thought to myself, “If that as a skirmish, I’d hate to see what a full-on battle would look like.” But I didn’t say that. What I did say, however, was:
“No matter, no matter. Now, what have you come to see me for?”
“Well, with your permission,” Prince Pelle began, “ I would like to use your tower as a lookout post to spy on those sneaking Gauntlets!”
“Sure,” I thought to myself, “once I see pigs fly.” But, again, I didn’t say that. Instead I said:
“I’ll consider it. Now, if you will please leave me, I have work to do.”
“Of course, of course.” Prince Pelle said politely. He and his messenger left the room, the messenger still gasping for breath.
“Confounded war,” I mumbled to myself once they had left. But no later had they left my room, when a Gauntlets messenger ran into the room.
Mr. Wallace,” gasped a messenger for Princess Cynthia. He looked like he had just run up the stairs of my tower – and he, in fact, just did, “The honorable Princess Cynthia would like to speak with you.”
“Very well,” I said, “Bring her in.” Princess Cynthia entered, looking like she hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Sorry for my ragged appearance,” she started,” I haven’t slept days due to this little skirmish.
“Phaa,” I thought to myself, “If that as a skirmish, I’d hate to see what a full-on battle would look like.” But I didn’t say that. What I did say, however, was:
“No matter, no matter. Now, what have you come to see me for?”
“Well, with your permission,” Princess Cynthia began, “ I would like to use your tower as a lookout post to spy on those sneaking Mantles!”
“Sure,” I thought to myself, “once I see pigs fly.” But, again, I didn’t say that. Instead I said:
“I’ll consider it. Now, if you will please leave me, I have work to do.”
“Of course, of course.” Princess Cynthia said politely. She and her messenger left the room, the messenger still gasping for breath.
Oh, boy.
Now, instead of considering if I should let Prince Pelle use my tower or not, I had to decide it I wanted to have Prince Pelle use my tower, if Princess Cynthia should use my tower, or if none of them should use my tower, and risk losing my friendship with either of them, or both for that matter. Whew. That’s a lot of stuff to decide!
I thought and thought and thought and thought and thought, until thinking about thought hurt my thinker (my brain). I almost made up my mind, but then I heard a deafening ROAR! I looked out my window and saw some dragons attempting to fight some Stone Golems. And then the cries of war started up again.
“Come on, dragons, you can do this!”
“ROAR!”
“I slay dragon!”
“Good job, stone golems!”
The war cries continued all afternoon, and then into the night, and then the next day.
Once the battle, or, as they called it, skirmish, was over, they both came to me at the same time and asked, again, if they could use my tower as a watchtower. But, since they came together, they got in a big fight over who would get to use the tower. And their fight wasn’t one of those shove-a-thons or small fights. I have a feeling that if I didn’t stop them, they would have dueled right then and there.
“Now, sit down and tell me why you won’t cooperate!” I demanded.
Prince Pelle glared at Princess Cynthia, “I am the rightful owner to the throne! I deserve to be king!”
Princess Cynthia returned the glare send from Prince Pelle, “No, I deserve to be Queen! You are not the rightful heir to the throne, I am!”
I sighed, “You two are making not only my life, but everyone else’s in the kingdom difficult! If you can’t find a solution in the next 5 minutes, I’m going to turn you both into little pink bunnies and ship you to Mata Nui!
“Wait a second,” Prince Pelle said puzzled, “I thought this was MLN, not Bionicle?”
“That’s not the point!” I snapped, “Now get back to the story!”
“Ok,” they both said in unison.
“Now, where were we?” I asked myself, “Ah, yes, I remember now. So why don’t you two build the tower of many shields to protect and rule the kingdom together?”
Prince Pelle glanced at Princess Cynthia nervously, “Ummm… good question. Why don’t we, Cynthia?
“Ummm…” she said, “That’s an even better question. Why don’t we?”
I helped them out, “Because you two are too busy fighting to work out a peaceful solution, right?” I guessed.
“Umm…” Princess Cynthia began.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Prince Pelle said.
“So…” I spurred them on again.
“ Lets work together and build it!” Princess Cynthia.
“Yeah!” Prince Pelle agreed, almost shouting.
“But how will we get all the bricks we need?” Princess Cynthia asked.
“The Transmutilation pools,” I filled in helpfully.
“Yeah!” They both said in unison.
So they started on the project, and within a few months, it was completed. So they ruled the kingdom peacefully and did so until their death.
The End!
