Fortune Teller's
Battles
The room measuring 3 x 5 meters with makeshift lighting became Robby's hiding place, his two children and Mr. Wolfram's two children. The room was right under Mr. Wolfram's living room so the voices of the front room where his wife and the Wolfram family were located could be heard in Robby's ears.
Even though the person named Zarkon had not been able to break through the defensive wall made by Mr. Wolfram but the gripping atmosphere was very felt around them, somehow the air that was blowing became colder than usual, make the fur stand up.
”Argon can you keep my sister and my two children alone? I want to go back to their place.” Robby asked, breaking the silence.
”But Mr. Robby, sir does not have any power. Father has also asked you to keep us here. Calm down Sir I'm sure they can all face Zarkon.” Argon said trying to calm Robby while still making himself calm even though the worry enveloped him.
Robby did not listen to Argon's words at all, he went up the stairs to try to open the exit of the hiding room. When he was on the last step and looking for the exit, Robby did not find even a connecting door between the living room and the basement.
”Just for Mister, that door can only be seen when we say the spell of the appearer.” Argon from under the stairs.
”Then do it, say the eyes” said Robby impatiently.
”I won't do it, I don't want you to get hurt for meddling in that battle.” Clearly Argon was walking away from the stairs to the corner of the room where his sister, and Mr. Wolfram's two children were put to sleep.
”Argon! If you don't want to, just tell me what the name of the spell is let me open it myself.” Pinta Robby with a tone of voice that began to be elevated because it had begun to lose patience.
”Alright, the spell sounds emergedark, but it's useless because only witches can show it.”
”What was the spell? I didn't hear it, could it be louder?” Robby asked, trying to fool Argon.
”EMERGEDARK.” Argon cried until his voice echoed throughout the room.
The door appeared right in front of Robby as Argon shouted unaware of what he was doing, Robby smiled as he had managed to fool Argon ”Thanks Ar.” He said when he opened the door.
”Master, I beg you not to come out.” Pinta Argon when realizing his misfortune.
The sounds of shouting and mantras were heard alternately. Robby was very surprised when he saw the front room had been torn as if struck by a tornado. Robby concluded that the basement is an isolated space with spells in such a way as not to be able to hear voices from above and voices from within are also not heard up.
Robby remembers the samurai sword that Mr. Wolfram once showed as he was invited to go around looking at every part of his house. Robby immediately retrieves the sword placed on a shelf-like buffer attached to the wall in Mr. Wolfram's den.
As soon as he found the samurai and picked them up, Robby ran to the source of the sound, and while staying a few centimeters away from the room where the source of the sound came from, Robby slowed down his footsteps, slumped around, then peek for a moment to study the situation inside the room. He saw that the room had been destroyed, it did not look like a room anymore. Almost all the goods there were smashed into pieces, and some were charred like a lightning strike.
Robby turned his gaze to his wife, sighed, and smiled, ―His wife is fine― Even though she was fighting 3 people at once, he said, not a single speck of blood came out of his fine white skin like that silk cloth. Such great gratitude relieved him.
Then Robby saw Mr. Wolfram, he was very surprised to see that part of Mr. Wolfram's body had been covered with blood. Fresh blood flowed from his left eyelid, causing him to close his eyes, while his right eye looked fine.
Robby sees Mr. Wolfram's opponent, a man with a tall body towering above Mr. Wolfram's, his hair red with shoulder length and disheveled like never been combed for hundreds of years, and Robby guessed that the man was Zarkon when viewed from the power that could make Mr. Wolfram like that, while the people that Liby, Mrs Wolfram and Leon fought were his men.
Zarkon doesn't hold a stick like Liby and the Wolfram family, there's no weapon he holds, the man fights empty-handed―. Robby, astonished by the awkwardness, looked at the hordes of other enemies, and found that none of them were using sticks, they were fighting empty-handed.
Then Robby thought, if indeed they were fighting empty-handed why did Mr. Wolfram get battered like that, and this room also fell apart. Robby's question was answered when a light passed in front of his eyes about the wall behind Robby. The wall was crushed like it had just been hit by a small intensity bomb, like a Molotov cocktail. He was surprised to see the light, even more so the light came out of the index finger of the man who was facing Mr. Wolfram.
Not only did Robby turn away from the wall that had been hit by magic, suddenly there was a loud sound, something hit the wall and fell right on the impact of wood. Then came the voice of Mrs Wolfram calling her husband's name.
Robby immediately turned his face away from the shattered wall back into the room. He saw Mr. Wolfram lying helplessly on a pile of wood that was originally a bookcase, fresh blood flowing from his stomach and hands trying to close the wound so that not much blood came out. Robby saw Mr. Wolfram trying to endure the pain he felt, his upper lip biting his lower lip, and his eyes occasionally closed.
The man who had cast light magic walked up to Mr. Wolfram, then cupped Mr. Wolfram's chin with a large and rough fingers.
”How is my strength now Moldern? Great right?” He asked with a grinning smile and raised Mr. Wolfram's face until it was level with his eyes. ”You could have beaten me before, but look now― you lost very easily―.” He laughed triumphantly and contemptuously in front of Mr. Wolfram's face, then threw Mr. Wolfram's head back into the pile of wood with a look of disdain, and took a few steps back.
”Goodbye my dear Moldern, may you arrive in heaven safely.” Said the man and raised his index finger preparing to cast a life-busting spell.