witch slayer



 

 

  WITCH SLAYER-THE ULTIMATE RISE OF THE DEVILS

 

  STORY LINE: IT IS THE STORY OF THAT LIVING MAGICAL BOOK WHICH HAS THE ANSWER OF THE EVERY EVIL SECRET OF THE UNIVERSE.THERE IS AN INDICATION OF FOUR FIERY SUPERNATURAL BALLS WHICH DECIDE THE FATE OF ALL WORLDS.IF THIS BOOK FALLS IN WRONG HAND,THEN THE VERY DESIGN OF THE UNIVERSE WILL BE CHANGED. GIANTS, MONSTERS, DEMONS, WITCHES, AND ALL THE EVIL AGENTS MAKE DAY AND NIGHT ONE IN ITS SEARCH. BUT THANK TO LITTLE DWARFS WHO HAVE BEEN SAFELY KEEPING IT FOR AGES AFTER AGES, BUT NOW THE BOOK IS STOLEN…

  RAY, A TEN YEAR BOY IS CHOSEN TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE.HE COMES IN THE WORLD OF DWARFS.THEY HELP HIM BUT THERE IS SOMETHING........................WILL HE BE ABLE TO SAVE THE HUMAN BEING FROM ALL THE EVIL HANDS?

  INDRANIL DAS

 

  AUTHOR: [INDRANIL DAS] THIS YOUNG AUTHOR IS INTERNATIONALLY WELLKNOWN FOR HIS FICTIONAL CREATION- MAN AND THE ARMS, SCHOOL YARD MYSTRY, SOFT-HEART, PAUL-THE OCTOPUS, LOVE LIFE AND HOSTEL, THE GHOST WORLD, MR.TOUCH AND OTHER TWENTY EXCITING NOVELS. HIS AMAZING FREE NOVEL –WITCH -SLAYER EXPRESSES HIS DEEP LOVE FOR CHILDREN.

  Confession: My each and every creation comes to you by the active help of GOD.

  Never ending support from my mother, jan RoshanJahan and family members has helped me to achieve this success. Special thanks go to my teachers, students, brothers and technical supporters.-Raja,Chiku,miku,sourav.

  MESSAGE: Certainly you are doing a noble job if you are buying this book because a huge percentage of my royalty will be used for spreading education among poor. Thank you all from the core of my heart. -INDRANIL DAS-Please visit my other books.

  WITCH SLAYER

  THE ULTIMATE RISE OF THE DEVILS

  THE CHRONICLE OF SECRETS

  IT IS THE STORY OF THAT LIVING MAGICAL BOOK WHICH HAS THE ANSWER OF THE EVERY EVIL SECRET OF THE UNIVERSE. THERE IS AN INDICATION OF FOUR FIERY SUPERNATURAL BALLS WHICH DECIDE THE FATE OF ALL WORLDS. IF THIS BOOK FALLS IN WRONG HAND, THE VERY DESIGN OF THE UNIVERSE WILL BE CHANGED. GIANTS, MONSTERS, DEMONS, WITCHES, AND ALL THE EVIL AGENTS MAKE DAY AND NIGHT ONE IN ITS SEARCH.BUT THANK TO LITTLE dwarfs WHO HAVE BEEN SAFELY KEEPING IT FOR AGES AFTER AGES, BUT NOW THE BOOK IS STOLEN…

  THE WITCH SLAYER

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  PLACE: An extremely neglected orphanage, three hundred km back from Toronto.

  TIME: Year 2011, winter season, foggy midnight.

 

  THE FIRST MEETING

  Today’s foggy wintry night is magnificently mysterious. The night seems as a sparkling spell of a fairy. The faint silvery light of the new moon has added a magical thrill. It is so charming, so exciting, and so adventurous, that it is beyond expression…

  The little neglected orphanage is surrounded by jungle and now it is in deep slumber.

  Suddenly Ray wakes up in cold perspiration.

  Oh! The same vision! His heart is beating fiercely fast.

  The same ugly scary face- the mysterious Castle- the golden eagle- the dwarf warriors- the fiery ball and- and the sudden stabbing sensation.

  Oh, it tears my heart, really tears it.

  Ray is ten today, but who cares?

  Here everybody is orphan like our little hero Ray. He steps down from his bed and goes for water near the front window.

  Everyone is sleeping, sleeping like dead. Ray drinks water and moves round.

  The outside scene draws his attention. It is amazingly mysterious. He looks at the nearby Jungle.

  The scare crow near the jungle really looks scary with some ravens on it. Suddenly, a strange view knocks him.

  At the beginning of the jungle, where the scare crow always stands without complain, he notices something strange… He comes close to the window –

  What is this!

  Certainly it can not be human...

  Ray’s curiosity grows up. He comes out defying the worn out Iron Gate. The outside view is awesome but No body is there to praise such lofty scenic beauty. Ray steps on the shadowy path covered by Mysterious silvery fog. It is a thrilling sensation. Soon he comes close to the great Banyan tree.

  But none, he finds none.

  It is probably Ray’s fig of imagination that goes wild. Now Ray moves round and then a hushed voice-

  master!

  This sudden shivering sound runs like a blood friezing thunder.

  Ray moves round, and it is a dwarf, a real dwarf warrior!

  ‘It can not be true, certainly it is my dream.’

  But it was not a dream, the dwarf comes close in slow steps and the silvery light reveals his face. He is a hat worn, grave looking, and beardy, old white creature. Ray notices the old wound of his face. He is burdened with long waiting but his armor is ever ready for a war. In a meek timid voice, Ray asks,

  ‘Who are you?’

  The Dwarf says ‘Master! You have forgotten me!

  I am white dwarf, your faithful slave till last breath.

  The word ‘slave’ surprises Ray.

  Slave!

  Then with a pause-

  But I thought Dwarf exists only in the book of pages!’

  The dwarf replies ‘No master, we exist, but never come in human view, they laugh at us.

 

  The scare crow and the jungle behind the Orphanage

  Now the dwarf warrior says-

  Master, you must return to you land; you are our last hope.

  It sounds terribly odd to Ray. Ray exclaims – ‘what! Last hope!

  Yes, master, you are our last hope.

  The great chronicle has predicted- the arrival of a savior will bring clash and justice for all.

  Ray is surprised at the revelation. He says meekly-

  The great chronicle may be true, but I am certainly not that savior whom you are looking for.

  I am Ray, just ……... just an orphan.

 

  The old dwarf warrior says in a firm voice-

  Forgive me master!

  But it seems Time and circumstance has plotted against you.

  You are born new but the soul within you is of the same valiant savior. Even I can feel the radiance in you.

  Now Ray is terribly confused. His logical mind has stopped working; he is torn in puzzling thought. The dwarf warrior says –

  Master, I have the answer of your every query; please come…… come with me... Ray looks confusing and the dwarf touches Ray’s hand. The touch of the dwarf warrior convinces Ray in a moment. As if there is some magic hidden in his touch…It is so innocent, so smooth and so deep…

  Following the white magical creature, Ray comes very close to the great banyan tree. The dwarf brings out a little wand and strokes the tree with it.

  Oh my God!

  Almost immediately, it emerges a secret magical door.

  This place being Ray’s favorite spot of spending time, Ray has moved it more than thousand times but has never witnessed such fantastic thing.

  The old dwarf enters and Ray follows him with utter astonishment. As they enter, the door is closed like ever before.

 

  The Banyan tree – the door of entrance in the world of dwarfs

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sp; Ray in the land of dwarfs

  It is a deep secret jungle. Thousands and thousands gigantic mossy dark trees have created a new world, a world of magical spell, mystery and plot. They come out in a new world- the world of fantasy, magic, witches, dwarfs and devils.

  The jungle appeals Ray with an aching sensation. It seems very close to his heart.

  Oh! It is your land, the land of little dwarfs.

  The dwarf warrior nods his head.

  They began to walk silently. After a walk Ray asks- is there no human here?

  In slow voice, the dwarf replies-

  No living human exists today, no one.

  Ray asks surprising- what happened to them?

  The dwarf replies seriously-

  Worse than death…they dared to go against her… And their souls are eternally captivated.

  Captivated!

  Yes, captivated, captivated for ever, & they will never be released until the balls are collected.

  Balls, what balls? Tell me everything. Ray insists-

  The dwarf looks at his face and begins-

  This universe has four souls in four supernatural balls-The ball of innocent, the ball of beauty, the ball of wealth and the ball of knowledge. These are the principle powers of the universe.

  If these balls fall in the evil hand of Picarro, then the devils will rise with the ray of new dawn.

  What!

  Yes master…then in a slow voice,

  Picarro has achieved the first one and his plot for the last three has begun.

  Who is Picarro?

  Oh, master, he is the devil dwarf who is the root of all evils.

  He stole the chronicle from us and betraying the mankind, he handed it over Scissiro. This devil is more cunny than wind, more frightening than fire and more ambitious than death.

  Now He is in search of the fiery balls and the day when he will achieve his goal, then the last hope of humanity will go in vain.

  Ray looks nervous.

  The dwarf warrior gives a gloomy look and begins-

  Human lived in the village and we Dwarfs in the snowy wood

  MIRANDA and SCISSIRO

  Long Long ago, when it was a place of peace and prosperity, of human and of us, then two magical sisters Miranda and Scissiro lived in the dark castle of Snowy Wood. They had super natural power and they could transfer any animal into any sub-human creature but they did it never. People had a faith on them. Whenever there was any fatal injury, incurable wound or disaster, human would take help of these magical sisters. Everything was smooth running but then the worst happened.

  In one stormy night, the chest of all secret the holy Chronicle was stolen. It was the book which we had been keeping safely for ages after ages but now it was in a wrong hand.

  This living book had the every answer of every magical secret but now it was in a witch’s hand. As it came in the castle of scissiro by her loyal betrayer picarro, the black magic began to spread its black hand. And soon everything was turned dry, dead and devilish.

  The good witch Miranda died all of sudden, the kind serving lady of the castle also shared the same fate with her baby and the smiling guard of the castle got vanished in a day.

  Witch Scissiro bowed to the black art of the hell and soon the hellish nature twisted her inside.

  Entrance of human was prohibited in the castle.

  After this whoever dared to enter, never returned back. Time and betrayal turned it into a cursed and lonely one.

  witch Scissiro The kind serving lady with infant Lady Miranda

 

 

  HARK –THE WARRIOR

  ………………. Long twenty years passed in cruel silence.

  No warrior was left alive to step in the castle. Even, the trees of the jungle did not dare to drop a leaf without the consent of witch. Literally it was the wildest dark of the age. Then the Miracle happened.

  A Valliant warrior stepped in the jungle as the savior of mankind. His arrival enlightened the hope of dying humanity. He was Hark, Hark- the warrior.

  His witch slaying bravery recognized him as the witch slayer of Aragon.

  Long absence of human feel, turned the jungle into an untamed one. The gigantic mossy trees prohibited the entrance of the sun light. He went on walking defying all the odds and obstacles of the dark jungle. After two days’ walk, he saw a light.

  It was an angelic glow. He followed it and soon saw a fairy that was playing in the jungle. It was not the first time when he saw a fairy, but it was a special event because for the first time he saw the jungle fairy whose presence used to be believed as blessing.

  He dared to reach her. She looked at him, smiled and got vanished in a moment. Everything turned black again. Then a sweet sound was aired-

  Step to north, be victorious but be aware of evil traps.

  Hark got his warning and began his journey.

  The jungle Fairy

  When he was in quick step to the north, he suddenly heard a cry. He followed it like a gust of wind. What he saw was hard to believe but it was clear to his eye.

  A very old, wrinkled, dying lady was groaning in pain for water.

  Water, wat……..

  Water………., water…., water…………..

  The lady was panting terribly and counting her last breathing. Evidently she was dying for water. Suddenly, Hark heard a sound of stream.

  “There must be a stream”.

  He ran following the sound and returned back in a wink. He had water in hand.

  He offered water to the old lady but against of his thought, the old lady refused to drink. She said in a weak tragic voice-

  “I am cursed and I can’t drink, until I give something to some one with his consent, I shall never be released.”

  Hark is terribly confused.

  If she were a man eating monster, he might bring justice just driving his sword on his throat but she was a cursed old lady crying bitterly for water.

  Hark came close and said –

  Dear old lady, please drink, I would accept whatever you would offer.

  The old lady looked at him and gave a smile. There was a strange cruelty in it.

  As she finished the water, she clutched his hand fiercely, like the claw of eagle. Hark felt a burning sensation in his hand, as if someone has kept pressing a burring coal in his hand.

  He released his hand in one jerk. And roared like a wounded tiger. After a while, when he opened his eyes, he found none except a black magical mark in his hand. It began to move and soon tangled the arm. It spreads up to elbow in an evil shape of serpent.

 

  Hark’s hand is burnt by the evil tattoo

  Hark again began his journey and after a day’s walk, he reached to the caste gate.

  It was a horrifying castle gate.

  Lady Miranda’s long absence had made the caste horribly heinous in nature, boggy black in form and toxically treacherous in heart. But the castle itself had been waiting for a hero who could release it from the witch.

  The entrance was locked with an iron serpent. Hark pushed it but could not move even. But when out of conscience, he touched the Iron Gate with his evil-tattoo hand; the serpent lock began to move.

 

  HARK IN THE CASTLE

  Hark stepped in the castle. A gust of wind ran through him like the icy breath of death. Crossing the black stony stairs, he came to the main door of entrance. It was a giant iron door with the symbol of evil spirit.

  As Hark touched the door with his tattooed hand, it opened with a bang. The extinguished torches of the stony wall began to raise their yellow b
luish flame like an infernal serpent.

  He reached the corridor and in his every step the torches began to spread its bluish red tongue. Hark looked at the walls. The woo-less stony medieval walls were decorated with the wonderful paintings of the century old wood magicians. He went on watching the castle with the open sword and got halted and at the end.

  How could it be!

  It was the same devil-symbol what he got in his hand, just gigantic in shape. With utter astonishment when Hark touched the wall, the devil-serpent -skull began to move. Soon the stony wall was divided apart.Hark entered and the walls joined like before.

 

  The castle is deeply perilous from inside

  THE CHAMBER OF BLACK SOIL

  It was the chamber of black soil. Thousands and thousands shelves were occupied with the century old manuscripts of magical spell. Hark was amazed by the scene. He went to it and began to open one by one-

  The art of taming Dragon, The art of winning heart, the art to captive beauty, the art of flying and so on. Suddenly his eye caught something strange.

  It was a black wriggling muddy pond from where a golden bar stood high with a crystal globe on it. The crystal ball was emitting light.

  He came close to the crystal globe. The living mud seemed to twist his knees. He noticed a clear warning on the crystal plate.

  ENTRANCE IN THE KINGDOM OF INNOCENT

  THE EFFORT OF IMPURE HEART WILL BRING TRAGIC END INSTANTLY…

  ‘crissido pallisa’

  Hark understood the deep meaning of it.