Super Musicians Breakthrough Do

by Marlynn Swanigan

  “I have NO clue. Some African guy used me as a, f’’’in’, pawn and blindfolded me the entire way. I was just trying to get the treasure...”

  “G’’-D’’’it, Aladdin...!” Ezequador whispered.

  Amongst those who had left Goddess Isle with Azarban, was Jahva. Jahva was a Jinni capturer like Aladdin. During Eukarhil’s ambush of New Amolvia, she captured the leading ghost inside the crystal ball on the tip of her wand. Jahva was a VERY voluptuous woman with VERY nice skin. She was also VERY shy and flimsy. Ezequador wanted her and he couldn’t fight the urge to say, “Jahva, get over here with that breathtaking physique! You almost killed me! I saw you and forgot how to breathe! F’’’ it...! Just let me die. When you’re ready to fly back to heaven give me a ride- will ya...?”

  “Huh? What are you talking about…? I cannot fly.” Jahva answered. She wiped her nose with the back of her wrist. “Aww, you poor angel... Bumped your head so hard when you fell from heaven you got amnesia...” Ezequador responded. He peered into Jahva’s eyes as though he was really sorry and not so full of sh’’. The sun had begun setting by this time. Jahva held up her wand between them. She shook it up a bit to spook Eukarhil’s ghost chief, who was shrunken and held captive inside the crystal ball that was attached to its tip. “Oh, so, you were the one who captured the leader?” Ezequador asked. The chief ghost, who was unbearably ugly, mugged Ezequador. He growled. Rage, rapidly, filled his heart as he mugged. Ezequador, gently, took Jahva’s wand saying, “Lemme see this, sweetie. You should make me dinner sometime. One sec-” He asked Jahva to excuse him and looked into the crystal ball. “WHERE’S THE LAST TREE, MOTHERF’’’ER?” yelled Ezequador as he, roughly, shook the wand. The ghost, who was unbearably ugly, smiled. “There’s more than one; there’s, like, thirty more, biatch!”

  “LIE to me again and I’m gonna ROAST your punk ass like a, F’’’IN’, hot dog.” The ghost chief jumped back, like: (Damn, dude, I wasn’t even lyin…) “He’s not lying. SH’’! He’s serious.” Ezequador exclaimed. “HEY, EZEQUADOR, TAKE A LOOK AT THIS!” yelled Azarban as he left the Amolvian blacksmith’s hut. He had constructed a double-bitted axe with the help of Aladdin and Joelnaq. It was made with normal blades, but installed within the handle were twelve slots that were made from the gold that formulated Aladdin’s lamp. The inside of the slots were hollow, like the inside of a pipe, but they were divided with twelve miniature golden barriers. Azarban levitated the axe using telekinesis. Amolvians couldn’t touch Aladdin’s lamp, or Jahva’s crystal ball, or they’d be shrunken by them and imprisoned in them- according to Ruien’s journal. There wasn’t a name given to the axe, so, I call it ‘the cursed axe’. Ezequador called for Veunic the Amolvian pre-school trainer as he and his brothers lounged around in their outdoor-thrones. Veunic showed up with a pair of Amolvian glasses on his face and had a homing wand equipped. “What’s shakin’, Ezzy...?” Veunic asked.

  “Let me know how cool my Gawndihowl is...” Ezzy answered.

  “IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE.” Veunic responded.

  “GAWNDIHOWL MORPH!” yelled Ezequador. Then, Joelnaq yelled the same words following Ezequador. [POOF]; [POOF]; Ezequador morphed into a holy priest, and Joelnaq became a holy guard. A, transparent, blue flame surrounded Ezequador’s entire body. It was like the flame of a cigarette lighter, or a gas stove. Joelnaq was also flaming, but his sword was on fire as well. Ezequador, now, only had on white a robe with gold patches in an indescribable design. The gems in Joelnaq’s converted fur-armor twinkled like a sunlit river with every nudge he made. The holy fire that surrounded Ezzy and Joel comforted all Azarban, Aladdin, and Veunic. Then - all of a sudden - an Amolvian sentry approached the Dipsel brothers and yelled, “MY LORD, QUEEN SUOLA’S BEEN CAPTURED.” An African man named Bahkee was a 70-foot, sandstorm-tornado bodied sandman. HE had all but one of the remaining counterfeit trees of life whirling around the inside of his body. He’d captured queen Suola on her way to the Amolvian privy: he was almost as big a bully as Eukarhil. He was so big and there were so many trees flaring inside his body that everywhere he went appeared to be a hot day, although it was a cold night. He carried Suola to an abandoned 50-foot bamboo watchtower in the middle of the desert, put her on its tiptop, and just stood there. There was some sort of banshee supremacy in effect and he was waiting for an unknown ally to help him bribe the Amolvians! The watchtower was fractured and ragged, with a narrow upper section. The lower section only had three beams supporting it; there were four when it was first built. Azarban had three weapons equipped when he located Bahkee: The cursed axe, a heavy Amolvian sword, and an Amolvian hatchet. He came to a halt in front of Bahkee, tossed his sword on the ground to his left, and tossed his hatchet on the ground to his right. Then, he used telekinesis to make it seem as if he’d thrown the cursed axe over his right shoulder by mimicking poorly rehearsed hand motions. The axe was heavy, so, it fell into the sand swiftly. Bahkee looked down to him and responded with his, sizzling, giant-windy voice, “SON OF RUIEN, I APPLAUD YOUR BRAVERY, YET I WILL BE FORCED TO MURDER THEE IF THOU SHOULD’EST NOT BOW TO ME!”

  “Ha-you look like a Chiropteran, dude...! Ha-give me…my, F’’’ING, trees, half-wit! You don’t scare me!” Azarban lifted all three of his weapons at once with telekinesis. His magic points were draining faster than usual as he used telekinesis to rotate the weapons around himself; so, Suola gave him all of her magic points. “Which ever one’s in front of me when you strike will be the one I’m gonna f’’’ you up with...! C’MON! Don’t tap out now, BAHKEE!” Little-Azarban, eagerly, provoked Bahkee. Bahkee was EXTRA delighted to have the opportunity to pound someone with weaponry he’d never seen before so he slammed his fist into the sand and tried to thump Azarban! Azarban, telekinetically, shielded himself with the cursed axe. When Bahkee’s finger connected with the axe, he and every tree he had inside his body immediately shrunk, and the axe soaked them in forever! “HAHA-HAA...! HOW STUPID WAS THAT GUY?” Azarban celebrated. He ran up the watchtower like a squirrel after un-equipping all of his weapons. The moon lit the freezing desert as Azarban carried Suola down far enough to where she wouldn’t have to do anything but hop onto the sand. As soon as Suola could get one entire foot onto the sand, Azarban immediately had a fatal seizure. The cursed axe seized his ghost. Every monster, sorcerer, and weapon - once aided by Lucifer - immersed into the cursed axe- shrunken as the Jinnis were in Aladdin’s lamp. The Amolvians went into a separate slot from the black magic abusers and monsters. Quanpoo went to the black magic slot. The Amolvians got all of the other trees. Joelnaq and a sorcerer named Hades go into the black magic slot along with Azarban. Hades was holding on to a jewel that wasn’t allowed entry. Lastly, the cursed axe swallowed Jahva’s ghost, the student that Suola was most proud of, into the slot with the Amolvians. Suola cried because she knew she wasn’t going to see Joelnaq again. As the rain grew heavier, she wept and held Little-Azarban’s body tightly in her arms. Suddenly, an angel, named Edit, who could sing with five voices at once - like a one-man choir - appeared to her and sang to her- shifting from one voice to harmonizing all of his voices every time he sang the chorus. Then he started transforming martial arts into dances with his unique fighting style- hyper jutsu. His halo was like the fire shield – enclosing his entire body - but it was more like fireworks blasting out of his lucid force field; it only appeared and faded away when he moved. He was singing about how God owns everything he makes. It was a song of all songs; it eased her longings for Joelnaq too. He wore modern-day mercenary attire, with magic guitar strings attached to his flak jacket. They glittered and seemed to play by themselves. Suola wasn’t as cold as she knew she should’ve been. She stopped crying after the water got to her neck. She pulled Azarban’s head above the water, to get one last look at him, before she had to swim off in search of survival. She was very athletic, and a tough woman, strong on the inside. Edit’s voice was powerful and softer than the softest of male singers. He sang to her for four hours. The mor
e she swam, and the louder he sang, the weaker she became. “HELP ME! PLEASE, MY GOD...!” She cried, numb and terrified. “MM-H-H... H-H-THANK YOU!” She thanked him, for comforting her. He left her, and as soon as he did, the water froze her to death, instantly. One of the sons of Lucifer, Incubus, intentionally went inside the cursed axe. He was making music with his mouth and break dancing the entire way. The sons and daughters of Lucifer, who had the ability to exit the axe whenever they wanted, since they all had angelic brainpower or mental capacity, helped Hades conquer the black magic slot. Hades claimed it was his underworld. He had a pipe organ next to his throne that echoed throughout the entire slot. Hades’ grim organist filled the slot and Joel’s ears with some of the underworld’s best. It was, like, one note every 5 seconds and one brief chord every half-hour. The horrible music played endlessly. The first night, Joelnaq fought hundreds of monsters and sorcerers with his magic blade that seemed to fight alone! He searched for his wife and his brothers for hours. He was still