Super Musicians Breakthrough Do

by Marlynn Swanigan

and understood. “Thanks a lot... My brother isn’t king of the wands yet, but I think you’ve been suspended long enough.” Veunic bowed to the new Ezequador. Azarban joined them and bowed to Veunic. “I appreciate everything but…I’m an adult now so… I don’t care where you teach, I just want you to know I won’t, f’’’ing, be there to learn.” Ezequador spoke again to the mass, “I UNDERSTAND THAT THE PRESENT ALUMNI NEED THE TREES TO SURVIVE BUT I MUST FINISH WHAT MY FATHER STARTED. NO ONE OUTSIDE OF THESE ALUMNI IS ALLOWED TO INHALE THE TREES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, AY’ST. WE’RE MOVING AWAY FROM THIS DESERT TO A PLACE WERE I CAN START OUR NEW EMPIRE.” They did just-that. New Amolvia was founded 2 days after Ruien’s death. The Amolvians partied for a few months and then pretty much went back to normal. Everyone was breathing the trees and Ezequador didn’t stick to his word completely; they couldn’t get the hang of fetching water instead of feeding the trees and being warmed by them at night. One day, in the fourth month, the Dipsel brothers sailed to a sorceress college called goddess isle to find wives. Every night, there was a party at goddess isle. These chicks were mostly overly conceited witches with mental problems. Some of them weren’t chicks at all. Some were monsters and some were fairies. Most of them were virgins, and the ones who weren’t, were total sluts. Azarban had become very heroic and thoughtful in the first four months of his grown-up life. Ruien had taught them all to be thoughtful. He frequently told Joelnaq and Ezequador to be sure that Little was better than them at everything. That’s exactly what they did. As the Amolvian ship hovered across the sea, the Dipsel brothers discussed the case of the missing king. “Ezequador, with all that’s been said, I still don’t understand the fire shield. Can you think of anything else he did before he used the shield?” Joelnaq asked with a serious look on his face.

  “How many times must I tell you, uncle Yuity got on his knees and begged dad not to kill him, Dad exploded, then I ran.”

  “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, Ezequador. That is not what happened!” Azarban added. They walked down the stairs and huddled in the balcony on the lower deck.

  “Hey I’m the one who saw the whole thing.”

  “Then tell us the whole thing. How the hell did dad explode if he ran with the water guy? You probably forgot!” Joelnaq reckoned.

  “FORGOT?!... It was a month and a half ago who forgets sh’’ that quick?!”

  “YOU... F’’’in’, retard – obviously you’ve been SNORTIN’ white-widow dhh! It’s been over FOUR months too genius.” Joelnaq stated. Little-Azarban hopped onto the handrail of the balcony and tried to slash a passing bird with his blade, redundantly rotating the hilt and executing his signature moves, wasting magic points.

  [“LITTLE DOOM-LASH…LITTLE BLAST-OFF!”]

  “You pus... F’’’ you, Azarban, I’m tired. F’’’ing, leave me alone, ay’st!” Ezequador left the discussion, went into his room, and ordered his royal door guy to- “Slam the G’’-d’’’ door!” Some of you may ask - what happened to Ezequador’s brains? If you believe he was hiding something, you’re right. On the day of the fall of king Yuity, while the Dipsel brothers were fitting their father’s clothes, he found Ruien’s journal. Ezequador had never been under so much pressure in his life, so, he’d been extremely irritable since then. As the ship cruised across the sunlit ocean, the Christian priest – Shepherd - was shooting magic-energy bolts at Azarban and Joelnaq. Ruien’s journal read that he was going to hire Shepherd to help with baptism in New Amolvia, so, Ezequador kept him around. Ezequador ordered Shepherd to use sorcery on Ban and Joel to heighten the idea of him being an imposter. A blue orb of light struck the Amolvian king Azarban and forced him into a wall. “EZZEQUA-DHH...OOF!” Joelnaq screamed as Shepherd blasted him into a vase and caused it to shatter. He slowly slid down with his wrist in his back, the palm of his hand to his chest, and the expression of pain on his face. “I heard that sh’’! All that thy brother has done for thee and thou hast tried to call him a liar?” Little and Joel just lay there observing and listening as Shepherd spoke. Joelnaq tightened his eyes a bit and peered into Shepherd’s nostrils. “That’s why you have a, F’’’ING, booger in your nose.” Joelnaq told Shepherd. He breathed heavily and held his hand on the spot he’d been shot in. “It hurts doesn’t it, son-of-a-b’’’’?” Shepherd asked Joelnaq. “MMMOTHER-FFF-‘’’ER...! AAA!” Joelnaq bawled as he tried to throw a piece of shattered glass at shepherd and missed. He attempted to spit on Shepherd, but Shepherd quickly forced the spit to backfire and crash into his face using psycho kinesis. Deep down they kind o’ liked him and he absolutely loved them - he was funny to them, but they didn’t want to admit it. They were tough; they could handle a little magic. “Shepherd, are you kidding me? Do you understand that we’re right outside Ezequador’s bedroom, and that he can, undoubtedly, validate us halving you like a cantaloupe?” asked Little Azarban, slowly standing and dusting his pants. Shepherd opened Ezequador’s door and hopped into Ezequador’s room leaving the door wide open. Azarban drew his royal rapier from his sheath, which matched his royal armor! He aimed at Shepherd and shot a, potent, crackling wave of lightning magic from its tip! Ezequador blocked it with his vambrace. “Little, leave him alone.” Ezequador said. “Why’d you block my sh’’? For all we know this guy isn’t even a priest. You heard him cursing, ay’st! DON’T lie like you didn’t.”

  “What’s with you, Azarban?”

  “WHAT’S WITH ME? WHAT’S WITH Y-” Little felt the heat from the vent in Ezequador’s room and immediately became defensive of Ezequador. “You know, maybe you’re right, Ezequador. Joel and I will be in my room if you need anything.” Ezequador slammed his door and screamed, “I CAN’T GET ANY SLEEP AROUND HERE!” Ezequador opened up a secret spy-hole and looked into it. Shepherd asked, “Well f’’’, are they gone?”

  “SHHHHHH...!” Ezequador shushed Shepherd. Joelnaq followed Azarban to the ship’s cellar. “Now let’s solve this, f’’’ing, puzzle, shall we. The guy, f’’’ing, curses right outside your door - out loud. You’re supposed to be asleep, but you’re there to his rescue as soon as he opens the door. You just lie down and you hear a, f’’’ing, vase shatter and someone’s body hitting the wall, right next to your door. Your, f’’’ing, candle’s still, f’’’ing, lit the whole, f’’’ing, time - wasting wax and sh’’ - You’re up to something.”

  “FREEZE HHHHH!” yelled Little. He vibrated his palms as he aimed them at the ship’s furnace. Snow discharged from them and froze the fire in the furnace. He softly cooled the entire ventilation tube. After gradually leaping up eighteen feet to reach the passageway at the end of the shaft, he crawled through to eaves drop on Shepherd and Ezequador. When he settled at Ezequador’s vent and looked through, he saw Shepherd reading from Ruien’s journal. [“The holy spirit gives you your abilities, not thy stupid attitudes! God provides a living for you, not wealth! - Don’t ever judge another man for he doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone but God.”] After he read this, Shepherd began to worry a bit and stopped reading. Ezequador stared at him. “I know what you’re about to ask. I won’t let them hurt you; you have my word. Burrr! That’s weird; it’s cold for some reason.”

  “Master, this is THEIR father’s journal too.”

  “And they’ll soon have it to read themselves, Shepherd… Continue-” Azarban punched the vent off its hinges, pointed at Shepherd, and yelled, “Aahhaa, ya sons o’ b’’’’es!” Amolvian ships could also fly with enough heat in the furnace and a bit of magic. There was a flying captain and a sailing captain. The flying captain and the engineer both walked into Ezequador’s room with an ‘emergency’. “Sire, someone froze the furnace…” the flying captain reported. He bowed to Azarban, who was about to sink them, and apologized for disrupting them. “Don’t, f’’’ing, look at me! It was Joelnaq!” said Little-Azarban prior to sliding back to the duct and slowly descending back down to the cellar - as light as a feather. “Joel, you, f’’’ing, snitch.”

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p; “What?”

  “No seriously, Ezequador’s pissed! He thinks you blew out the furnace you might as well take the blame, dude, bummer. Nobody’s gonna believe the king would do something like this ya know?”

  “Who…?”

  “I tried to, f’’’in’, back you up, man, but he wouldn’t listen to me. He was just like - GO GET THAT WAX-WAISTING F’’’!”

  “No he wasn’t, I was right behind you, ya, f’’’in’, noodle!”

  “Oh shhhh’’!” said Little-Azarban as he abandoned Joelnaq. Joelnaq frolicsomely went after him. Little laughed and yelled “I COULDN’T HANDLE THE PRESSURE! AAH!” They were still kids at heart so when they passed Ezequador he joined in on the horse playing and went after Little lightheartedly. Azarban ran up high and they pursued him all the way to the tip of the mast. The ship set ashore on goddess isle and the Queen of the island – Suola - was sparring with two sorceresses at one time to the left of the ship. Azarban hopped from the top of the ship to the beach in front of the ship and ran toward the Queen. He dropped his blade and kept onward. “HEY, STOP!” the queen ordered him.