The Witch Queen of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 4
"I buy your used wands!" The bloated face of the annoying man on the live wire pitched his commercial. From the way he made it sound like a trip to his pawn shop was like a day at the North Pole visiting Santa Clause, or a day of visiting Gringots where every vault was open and the galleons were yours for the taking! A fun filled day of gifts and gold and all you had to was.. "bring me your old used magical heirlooms, cloaks, bags, brooms. I'll give you Galleons! 415 Main Street Avalon! Ruggle Toliver baby! Oh yah!!!"
The live wire screen faded to black then back to then back to the Tournament. The toad faced grin of Morgana Moonshadow filled the screen. "Welcome back viewers to the second event of the Witch Queen trials tournament. Let's go down to the field live with James MacNare. James, can you here me?"
"Yes Morgana." James MacNare smiled into the camera. "I'm here at field level hoping to capture the reactions of champions as the next task is revealed."
The trumpets sounded.
"Ah!" James MacNare said. "It looks like this is it!"
The Witch Queen stood in her royal box overlooking the stadium. The champions and Sasporilla Bucket stood in a line looking up at her.
"Champions," the Witch Queen addressed looking crossly at Sasporilla, "and .... you... the next task of the tournament will rest you skill in flight."
Brooms appeared at the feet of the champions. Heroku Golden Dragons, the fastest brooms on any world. At Sasporilla’s feet appeared her Triumphant twelve-hundred X, a much slower broom. Much to the displeasure of the Witch Queen, Sasporilla Bucket smiled.
"You will traverse an air-borne obstacle course." The Witch Queen said. "Flying through each of the golden rings at least once. There will be several distractions attempting to dislodge you from your broom."
The crowd laughed and cheered at the thought. The Witch Queen smiled at their joy.
"And as an added bonus," the witch Queen smiled, "you may play blast tag! Try to knock each other off your brooms. Last one on their broom, to complete the rings course, will be the winner. Ready your brooms."
The champions held out their hands and collectively commanded "UP!"
Sasporilla mounted her broom casually and felt it grip her. She was not falling off easily. A great feature of the Triumphant brooms.
The sky of the stadium filled with large golden rings. Royal red flags floated in the air crossing and zipping up and down, back and forth, creating quite the flying hazard.
"FLY!" the Witch Queen commanded.
The champions took off with a shot. The slower Sasporilla Bucket bringing up the rear much to the joy of the Bougenvallia until she saw her niece draw her wand and cast her first "BOMBARDA!" into the tail of one of her guards brooms, blowing it out from under him, just as he was to pass through the first ring. The guard dropped and hung on the gold ring by one hand. Sassy flew through the ring low, grabbing the guards hand and flew down to the field dropping him safely below. The guard looked up amazed at the brave act of kindness from the young woman. This was not like the Witch Queen he knew. Perhaps this one would be different?
Sasporilla flew close to the stands casting defensive spells, stave off attacks from a very persistent royal guard. She caught the eye of the Frogai Lama who smiled at her as she cast back an offensive jinx knocking the guard from his broom.
"Good shot Ms.Bucket." the Frogai Lama chuckled as the young Witch flew off.
Sassy remembered how her mother read her the tale of the Frogai Lama from the children’s book Poggie Pompouries Magical Stories. She could still here her mothers voice as she read it aloud at the side of her bed, inset into the book case in their small apartment over the pub in Avonshire.
"Gather round children and listen well
To Poggie Pompourie and the stories he tells." Wysteria Bucket would smile as read the opening line of the book. "Which story will it be tonight young miss? Wiggly piggly? The silly snake? The Frogai Lama?"
"You pick mummy!" Sassy would say. Wiggly Piggly was her favourite but she knew her mother tired of reading it.
"Perhaps we'll read the FROGAI LAMA tonight! There's a good message in that one." Wysteria said as she flipped over to the page with a picture of a big green frog in robes sitting in the lotus position on a toadstool playing a flute. It always made a little Sasporilla Bucket laugh. It was so silly.
***The Frogai Lama***
Jeremiah Bullthroade was born the First and only son to a very power Wizarding family a Millennia ago. The First student to be sorted by the sorting hat of Hogwarts and the first
Proud Hufflepuff to graduate. First of his family to get the order of Merlin, First class.
Not since Merlin himself had there been a Wizard quite as accomplish, nor as powerful as Jeremiah Bullthroade.
"The World is your oyster son!" His father laughed. "Crack it open and choose your pearl!"
To which he meant any profession he chose was open to him. Any path he chose to walk the Wizarding world seemed to clear so that it was free of obstacle for Jeremiah Bullthroade to walk. To the surprise of all in the Wizarding World from all of them he walked away.
Jeremiah Bullthroade was not a wizard who sought greater power through control of spell nor position or influence. All Jeremiah sought was inner peace. To find that balance he felt the wizarding world had lost with the muggle and natural worlds.
One night, after everyone had gone to bed Jeremiah decided it was time for him to set off into the world to find the answers he sought. He took with him only the robes on his back, his wand and a small bag containing some food and his favourite flute.
Jeremiah wandered his homeland. Worked small jobs for food as he traveled but found the same basic philosophies of personal greed before the greater need was like a black spot on the area that spread from place to place.
He found the greatest peace alone with his thoughts, in nature, playing his flute amongst the plants and animals. Away from the games and lies of muggles and wizards alike.
It was one day, after many years alone wandering far to the east, that Jeremiah happened upon a very small village at the base of a very large mountain. The people of the village were so very calm and happy. They welcomed him right in. A stranger to them, they smiled and said they welcomed al into their homes and hearts who would also welcome all into their hearts.
Jeremiah was one who never suffered fools or dark wizards lightly but always welcomed those who loved into his heart. The towns people seemed to sense that about him.
It was almost a week before Jeremiah found the right words to ask the town elder, "Where did your people learn such peace and wisdom?"
"From the monks of the mountain." The elder smiled.
It was early the next morning Jeremiah set out for hi journey up the mountain. The towns people very kindly packed him three days of food and drink. More than enough to last him... surely.
The path up the mountain was well warn and wound its way around and around. Jeremiah thought it would take many days just to get around once. He looked for a shorter way up the steep impassable slopes of the mountain but there was only the path. Jeremiah debated various spells he'd learned that would allow him to bypass the twisty windy path and fly right to the top as he walked. He thought of a levitation spell which he could use to carry himself upward but that would never get him all the way to the top. He thought of perhaps of going back to the village and enchanting a broom? No that would take far to much time and he wanted to get to the top as quickly as possible. What he did notice were the animals! The birds did not fly strait up but along the path. The goats did not climb the steep rocks but walked along the side of the path. The dogs from the village who followed him so far, followed up the path but did not stray from it, and when they returned they returned to the village by the path.
Jeremiah pressed on up the path. As he rounded the side of the mountain he saw a small stone well. He stopped for a moment and drank from its cool spring waters. Carved on the slab were the words "The path is long."
Jeremiah walked on up the path and after a few hours around the mount reached another small stone. Set into it was a small bag of nuts and a bottle of water. An inscription carved in said. "The path provides those in need." Jeremiah took out the food and water he brought with him from the village and had some of that, leaving the nuts and water for the next person that might actually NEED it. Then he continued on.
By the time it was getting dark Jeremiah was fully around the back of the mountain and came to the edge of a great treed area. The lights from torches in a temple beckoned him forth. A stone on the path at the forest entrance said "The First and most important lesson of the path is patience."
Jeremiah decided to camp just outside the forest for the night. A comfortable sleep, under the stars, wrapped in his cloak quite snuggly, using his bag as a pillow.
In the light of day Jeremiah saw that the Temple was separated from the path a deep gorge in the forest floor. Only a thin foot bridge to the left of the path, invisible in the night, could carry him across. Jeremiah crossed the foot bridge to the temple and was met by a small smiling monk.
"Hello my young friend." The monk bowed. "Welcome to the temple of the path only the patient and those who understand need over greed make it this far. What is your name boy?"
"Jeremiah." The young Wizard smiled.
"What do you seek on the path?" The monk asked.
"Inner peace." Jeremiah said. "To find balance between our two worlds."
"Magi and muggles you mean?" The monk sighed. "Are your eyes so clouded that you still see only two worlds?"
"I don't understand?" Jeremiah said.
"Good." The monk smiled. "An admission of ignorance means you can learn. You start tomorrow."
A thus Jeremiah started his life of learning at the temple of the path. There he learned there were many more than two worlds within even their own two worlds. Worlds of nature, of animals and insects, plants and water, air and eliminates. Worlds microscopic and larger than the mind could comprehend beyond dimension.
He learned there were many paths, which could be taken to stray from the path. Learned that the true path itself lead far from the mountain before returning to it and like all points on the path, taught many valuable lessons. Jeremiah traveled far and saw much when he returned to the temple of the path a very old man.
Jeremiah learned that the path continued on up the mountain and at it's top was a book where all answers would be revealed. No monk had ever earned the right to walk the path that high up the mountain to read the book. Only the first monk, the Lama who put it there was a soul of learning pure enough. Until the monks were gifted with another like the Lama, one willing to for-go death and reincarnate themselves to continue learning, would one be worthy.
It was on his passing day, in the place between here and what comes next, in a pleasant glade that he met the first Lama.
"You are not the first to come before me on the path." The Lama said. "This is where you must decide, will you leave the path and continue on to death or will you return to a new life and experience a new world? Choosing to continue the path as the new Lama?"
"I choose to continue to live as the new Lama." Jeremiah smiled.
"You may choose your form to return as." The Lama said showing him a stone and ushering him forth. "Simply touch the stone thinking of what you would return as and you will live again."
And live again he did. Jeremiah returned again and again. Walking the path, living and experiencing the worlds of many. Assuming many forms, some for only a day as the Fruit Fly Lama, the Cricket Lama, and the Bumble Bee Lama. He tried a longer more static life as the Maple Lama for two hundred and forty years, learning much about plants and nature and how the worlds interact with them.
No lives game him as much pleasure, nor did he learn as much as from his lives as the Dogai Lama, the Monkai Lama, and the Llama Lama which was one of his favourites just because of the title. It was of course in this life Jeremiah chose the path of the Frogai Lama. Sticking mostly to the peaceful world of his pond, sitting on his toad stool playing his flute. Enjoying the company of those who visit, from time to time. Especially those who brought a nice bottle of wine.
It was only in his second year as the Frogai Lama that Jeremiah returned to the temple of the path.
"Frogai Lama?" The high monk smiled. "We were not expecting you?"
"No one ever expects either glad tidings nor grave news." The Frogai Lama said.
"Which do you bring?" The monk asked.
"I only ever wish glad tidings." The Frogai Lama said. "I have come to walk the path up the mountain."
"To complete your journey?" The monk said sadly.
"Oh no!" Jeremiah smiled. "I have figured out what's in the book already. Some may see it as an end to the path. I see it as the beginning of the path! All of this has just been preparation for what truly is the spirits journey."
"You have given the correct answer." A voice said from a stone slab which slid aside revealing the path up the mountain.
Jeremiah, The Frogai Lama, walked his way up the mountain side, using his flute as a walking stick. Over many days he walked the path around and around up the mountain. Stopping for food and water occasionally, Stopping only to rest at night and enjoying the best of the days blue sky and the wild flowers that bloomed on the mountain side.
A small temple resided on the mountain top. Inside on a pedestal was a large book bound in carved gold and finely tooled leather. The Frogai Lama opened the book and looked inside. It opened to reveal two pages of polished mirror which reflected his smiling face. Truly all the answers of the universe all the answers of the path could be found inside oneself if they only chose the path.
*******************
Sasporilla Bucket passed through the final ring as it split into two, all of them across the field did, and the intersecting rings began to rotate making them impossible to fly through. A blast of green energy flew past her left shoulder as she rolled to the right.
Sassy hung on to the grip tight as she headed straight down and looked back. It was Henimaxx Dimm, the technomancer on her tail, casting green death in the hopes of gaining highest favour with his Queen. Sasporilla pulled up into a reverse belly up ground skim maneuver that would have made Madame Hooch proud.
Henimaxx Dimm cast blast after blast at her, but she was bobbing and weaving to quickly between the rings, that were taking the hits for her. He switched on his advanced targeting systems. The algorithms would predict clearly just where she would go, based on her previous tactics and flight history.
Henimaxx Dimm backed off allowing his prey to a moments breathing room. As his system charted her course. Just as she'd hoped.
Sasporilla headed towards the largest of the center rings. A pesky royal guards-man attempting to sideswipe her by surprise was met with a "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS" spell that sent him plummeting to the ground but was stopped by a merciful "ARESTO MOMENTUM."
Sasporilla turned her wand forward to the giant ring, which had split into two intertwined spinning rings, and cast "CELERO!" The rings rotation began to hasten. Spinning quicker and quicker as she approached.
Henimaxx Dimm flew in comfortably behind her. The red targeting reticle in his eye swerving back and forth as it tried to lock on to her. His wand out stretched in a steady mechanical hand.
"Just a bit more." His tinny voice laughed as he accelerated closer.
"PULSUS DISRUPTO!" Sasporilla cast a huge blue bubble of energy which hung in the air and expanded out. Neither she, nor Henimaxx Dimm could help but fly through the magically cast localized electromagnetic pulse.
Every system in Henimaxx Dimm began to fritz and sputz, shutting down and locking up, as the technomancers metallic body froze on his broom. Sassy turned to watch the old technomancer, unable to turn his Heroku Golden Dragon as it flew into the ever increasing speeding rings, and was shattered into a million micro-circuits.
The crowd cheered as the final ring had formed on the stadium floor and all other riders had been knocked off their brooms. Sasporilla landed in the ring, dismounted her broom and held it over her head triumphantly.
"Bravo!" Cheered the Frogai Lama.
"Damn!" The Witch Queen cursed very displeased.
"I buy your used wands!" The bloated face of the annoying man on the live wire pitched his commercial. From the way he made it sound like a trip to his pawn shop was like a day at the North Pole visiting Santa Clause, or a day of visiting Gringots where every vault was open and the galleons were yours for the taking! A fun filled day of gifts and gold and all you had to was.. "bring me your old used magical heirlooms, cloaks, bags, brooms. I'll give you Galleons! 415 Main Street Avalon! Ruggle Toliver baby! Oh yah!!!"
The live wire screen faded to black then back to then back to the Tournament. The toad faced grin of Morgana Moonshadow filled the screen. "Welcome back viewers to the second event of the Witch Queen trials tournament. Let's go down to the field live with James MacNare. James, can you here me?"
"Yes Morgana." James MacNare smiled into the camera. "I'm here at field level hoping to capture the reactions of champions as the next task is revealed."
The trumpets sounded.
"Ah!" James MacNare said. "It looks like this is it!"
The Witch Queen stood in her royal box overlooking the stadium. The champions and Sasporilla Bucket stood in a line looking up at her.
"Champions," the Witch Queen addressed looking crossly at Sasporilla, "and .... you... the next task of the tournament will rest you skill in flight."
Brooms appeared at the feet of the champions. Heroku Golden Dragons, the fastest brooms on any world. At Sasporilla’s feet appeared her Triumphant twelve-hundred X, a much slower broom. Much to the displeasure of the Witch Queen, Sasporilla Bucket smiled.
"You will traverse an air-borne obstacle course." The Witch Queen said. "Flying through each of the golden rings at least once. There will be several distractions attempting to dislodge you from your broom."
The crowd laughed and cheered at the thought. The Witch Queen smiled at their joy.
"And as an added bonus," the witch Queen smiled, "you may play blast tag! Try to knock each other off your brooms. Last one on their broom, to complete the rings course, will be the winner. Ready your brooms."
The champions held out their hands and collectively commanded "UP!"
Sasporilla mounted her broom casually and felt it grip her. She was not falling off easily. A great feature of the Triumphant brooms.
The sky of the stadium filled with large golden rings. Royal red flags floated in the air crossing and zipping up and down, back and forth, creating quite the flying hazard.
"FLY!" the Witch Queen commanded.
The champions took off with a shot. The slower Sasporilla Bucket bringing up the rear much to the joy of the Bougenvallia until she saw her niece draw her wand and cast her first "BOMBARDA!" into the tail of one of her guards brooms, blowing it out from under him, just as he was to pass through the first ring. The guard dropped and hung on the gold ring by one hand. Sassy flew through the ring low, grabbing the guards hand and flew down to the field dropping him safely below. The guard looked up amazed at the brave act of kindness from the young woman. This was not like the Witch Queen he knew. Perhaps this one would be different?
Sasporilla flew close to the stands casting defensive spells, stave off attacks from a very persistent royal guard. She caught the eye of the Frogai Lama who smiled at her as she cast back an offensive jinx knocking the guard from his broom.
"Good shot Ms.Bucket." the Frogai Lama chuckled as the young Witch flew off.
Sassy remembered how her mother read her the tale of the Frogai Lama from the children’s book Poggie Pompouries Magical Stories. She could still here her mothers voice as she read it aloud at the side of her bed, inset into the book case in their small apartment over the pub in Avonshire.
"Gather round children and listen well
To Poggie Pompourie and the stories he tells." Wysteria Bucket would smile as read the opening line of the book. "Which story will it be tonight young miss? Wiggly piggly? The silly snake? The Frogai Lama?"
"You pick mummy!" Sassy would say. Wiggly Piggly was her favourite but she knew her mother tired of reading it.
"Perhaps we'll read the FROGAI LAMA tonight! There's a good message in that one." Wysteria said as she flipped over to the page with a picture of a big green frog in robes sitting in the lotus position on a toadstool playing a flute. It always made a little Sasporilla Bucket laugh. It was so silly.
***The Frogai Lama***
Jeremiah Bullthroade was born the First and only son to a very power Wizarding family a Millennia ago. The First student to be sorted by the sorting hat of Hogwarts and the first
Proud Hufflepuff to graduate. First of his family to get the order of Merlin, First class.
Not since Merlin himself had there been a Wizard quite as accomplish, nor as powerful as Jeremiah Bullthroade.
"The World is your oyster son!" His father laughed. "Crack it open and choose your pearl!"
To which he meant any profession he chose was open to him. Any path he chose to walk the Wizarding world seemed to clear so that it was free of obstacle for Jeremiah Bullthroade to walk. To the surprise of all in the Wizarding World from all of them he walked away.
Jeremiah Bullthroade was not a wizard who sought greater power through control of spell nor position or influence. All Jeremiah sought was inner peace. To find that balance he felt the wizarding world had lost with the muggle and natural worlds.
One night, after everyone had gone to bed Jeremiah decided it was time for him to set off into the world to find the answers he sought. He took with him only the robes on his back, his wand and a small bag containing some food and his favourite flute.
Jeremiah wandered his homeland. Worked small jobs for food as he traveled but found the same basic philosophies of personal greed before the greater need was like a black spot on the area that spread from place to place.
He found the greatest peace alone with his thoughts, in nature, playing his flute amongst the plants and animals. Away from the games and lies of muggles and wizards alike.
It was one day, after many years alone wandering far to the east, that Jeremiah happened upon a very small village at the base of a very large mountain. The people of the village were so very calm and happy. They welcomed him right in. A stranger to them, they smiled and said they welcomed al into their homes and hearts who would also welcome all into their hearts.
Jeremiah was one who never suffered fools or dark wizards lightly but always welcomed those who loved into his heart. The towns people seemed to sense that about him.
It was almost a week before Jeremiah found the right words to ask the town elder, "Where did your people learn such peace and wisdom?"
"From the monks of the mountain." The elder smiled.
It was early the next morning Jeremiah set out for hi journey up the mountain. The towns people very kindly packed him three days of food and drink. More than enough to last him... surely.
The path up the mountain was well warn and wound its way around and around. Jeremiah thought it would take many days just to get around once. He looked for a shorter way up the steep impassable slopes of the mountain but there was only the path. Jeremiah debated various spells he'd learned that would allow him to bypass the twisty windy path and fly right to the top as he walked. He thought of a levitation spell which he could use to carry himself upward but that would never get him all the way to the top. He thought of perhaps of going back to the village and enchanting a broom? No that would take far to much time and he wanted to get to the top as quickly as possible. What he did notice were the animals! The birds did not fly strait up but along the path. The goats did not climb the steep rocks but walked along the side of the path. The dogs from the village who followed him so far, followed up the path but did not stray from it, and when they returned they returned to the village by the path.
Jeremiah pressed on up the path. As he rounded the side of the mountain he saw a small stone well. He stopped for a moment and drank from its cool spring waters. Carved on the slab were the words "The path is long."
Jeremiah walked on up the path and after a few hours around the mount reached another small stone. Set into it was a small bag of nuts and a bottle of water. An inscription carved in said. "The path provides those in need." Jeremiah took out the food and water he brought with him from the village and had some of that, leaving the nuts and water for the next person that might actually NEED it. Then he continued on.
By the time it was getting dark Jeremiah was fully around the back of the mountain and came to the edge of a great treed area. The lights from torches in a temple beckoned him forth. A stone on the path at the forest entrance said "The First and most important lesson of the path is patience."
Jeremiah decided to camp just outside the forest for the night. A comfortable sleep, under the stars, wrapped in his cloak quite snuggly, using his bag as a pillow.
In the light of day Jeremiah saw that the Temple was separated from the path a deep gorge in the forest floor. Only a thin foot bridge to the left of the path, invisible in the night, could carry him across. Jeremiah crossed the foot bridge to the temple and was met by a small smiling monk.
"Hello my young friend." The monk bowed. "Welcome to the temple of the path only the patient and those who understand need over greed make it this far. What is your name boy?"
"Jeremiah." The young Wizard smiled.
"What do you seek on the path?" The monk asked.
"Inner peace." Jeremiah said. "To find balance between our two worlds."
"Magi and muggles you mean?" The monk sighed. "Are your eyes so clouded that you still see only two worlds?"
"I don't understand?" Jeremiah said.
"Good." The monk smiled. "An admission of ignorance means you can learn. You start tomorrow."
A thus Jeremiah started his life of learning at the temple of the path. There he learned there were many more than two worlds within even their own two worlds. Worlds of nature, of animals and insects, plants and water, air and eliminates. Worlds microscopic and larger than the mind could comprehend beyond dimension.
He learned there were many paths, which could be taken to stray from the path. Learned that the true path itself lead far from the mountain before returning to it and like all points on the path, taught many valuable lessons. Jeremiah traveled far and saw much when he returned to the temple of the path a very old man.
Jeremiah learned that the path continued on up the mountain and at it's top was a book where all answers would be revealed. No monk had ever earned the right to walk the path that high up the mountain to read the book. Only the first monk, the Lama who put it there was a soul of learning pure enough. Until the monks were gifted with another like the Lama, one willing to for-go death and reincarnate themselves to continue learning, would one be worthy.
It was on his passing day, in the place between here and what comes next, in a pleasant glade that he met the first Lama.
"You are not the first to come before me on the path." The Lama said. "This is where you must decide, will you leave the path and continue on to death or will you return to a new life and experience a new world? Choosing to continue the path as the new Lama?"
"I choose to continue to live as the new Lama." Jeremiah smiled.
"You may choose your form to return as." The Lama said showing him a stone and ushering him forth. "Simply touch the stone thinking of what you would return as and you will live again."
And live again he did. Jeremiah returned again and again. Walking the path, living and experiencing the worlds of many. Assuming many forms, some for only a day as the Fruit Fly Lama, the Cricket Lama, and the Bumble Bee Lama. He tried a longer more static life as the Maple Lama for two hundred and forty years, learning much about plants and nature and how the worlds interact with them.
No lives game him as much pleasure, nor did he learn as much as from his lives as the Dogai Lama, the Monkai Lama, and the Llama Lama which was one of his favourites just because of the title. It was of course in this life Jeremiah chose the path of the Frogai Lama. Sticking mostly to the peaceful world of his pond, sitting on his toad stool playing his flute. Enjoying the company of those who visit, from time to time. Especially those who brought a nice bottle of wine.
It was only in his second year as the Frogai Lama that Jeremiah returned to the temple of the path.
"Frogai Lama?" The high monk smiled. "We were not expecting you?"
"No one ever expects either glad tidings nor grave news." The Frogai Lama said.
"Which do you bring?" The monk asked.
"I only ever wish glad tidings." The Frogai Lama said. "I have come to walk the path up the mountain."
"To complete your journey?" The monk said sadly.
"Oh no!" Jeremiah smiled. "I have figured out what's in the book already. Some may see it as an end to the path. I see it as the beginning of the path! All of this has just been preparation for what truly is the spirits journey."
"You have given the correct answer." A voice said from a stone slab which slid aside revealing the path up the mountain.
Jeremiah, The Frogai Lama, walked his way up the mountain side, using his flute as a walking stick. Over many days he walked the path around and around up the mountain. Stopping for food and water occasionally, Stopping only to rest at night and enjoying the best of the days blue sky and the wild flowers that bloomed on the mountain side.
A small temple resided on the mountain top. Inside on a pedestal was a large book bound in carved gold and finely tooled leather. The Frogai Lama opened the book and looked inside. It opened to reveal two pages of polished mirror which reflected his smiling face. Truly all the answers of the universe all the answers of the path could be found inside oneself if they only chose the path.
*******************
Sasporilla Bucket passed through the final ring as it split into two, all of them across the field did, and the intersecting rings began to rotate making them impossible to fly through. A blast of green energy flew past her left shoulder as she rolled to the right.
Sassy hung on to the grip tight as she headed straight down and looked back. It was Henimaxx Dimm, the technomancer on her tail, casting green death in the hopes of gaining highest favour with his Queen. Sasporilla pulled up into a reverse belly up ground skim maneuver that would have made Madame Hooch proud.
Henimaxx Dimm cast blast after blast at her, but she was bobbing and weaving to quickly between the rings, that were taking the hits for her. He switched on his advanced targeting systems. The algorithms would predict clearly just where she would go, based on her previous tactics and flight history.
Henimaxx Dimm backed off allowing his prey to a moments breathing room. As his system charted her course. Just as she'd hoped.
Sasporilla headed towards the largest of the center rings. A pesky royal guards-man attempting to sideswipe her by surprise was met with a "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS" spell that sent him plummeting to the ground but was stopped by a merciful "ARESTO MOMENTUM."
Sasporilla turned her wand forward to the giant ring, which had split into two intertwined spinning rings, and cast "CELERO!" The rings rotation began to hasten. Spinning quicker and quicker as she approached.
Henimaxx Dimm flew in comfortably behind her. The red targeting reticle in his eye swerving back and forth as it tried to lock on to her. His wand out stretched in a steady mechanical hand.
"Just a bit more." His tinny voice laughed as he accelerated closer.
"PULSUS DISRUPTO!" Sasporilla cast a huge blue bubble of energy which hung in the air and expanded out. Neither she, nor Henimaxx Dimm could help but fly through the magically cast localized electromagnetic pulse.
Every system in Henimaxx Dimm began to fritz and sputz, shutting down and locking up, as the technomancers metallic body froze on his broom. Sassy turned to watch the old technomancer, unable to turn his Heroku Golden Dragon as it flew into the ever increasing speeding rings, and was shattered into a million micro-circuits.
The crowd cheered as the final ring had formed on the stadium floor and all other riders had been knocked off their brooms. Sasporilla landed in the ring, dismounted her broom and held it over her head triumphantly.
"Bravo!" Cheered the Frogai Lama.
"Damn!" The Witch Queen cursed very displeased.
Even the Muggles knew the Frogai Lama!
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I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )