Northern_Lights_2017

69 Wizards Incorporated Myles Beckler New Customers. It was a sunny Friday in the small town of Fairway and many of the townspeople spent the day enjoying the weather in the park in the middle of the town square. It was a perfectly wonderful day until Damon The Dark Lord of Oblivion appeared. “Cower before me mere mortals for your doom is at hand!” he bellowed as shadows of dark magic blotted out the sun and an army of undead invaded the streets. In the midst of the ensuing apocalypse one of the innocent bystanders cowered in a nearby cafe, hiding behind the counter. Desperately trying not to whimper, Tina Wilden pulled out her phone and was about to dial for police when a sudden popping noise dropped a small piece of paper into her lap. The sudden noise almost made her scream but she kept quiet and looked at the paper. It looked like a business card and on it was written: Having magical problems? Experiencing supernatural occurrences? Call Wizards Incorporated for all your magical needs. There was a number on the back, and after a brief hesitation she called. It seemed absurd, but she was in an absurd situation. There was a brief moment where the phone rang and she thought no one would answer but then a tired sounding voice answered on the other end. “Hello, this is Wizards Incorporated. How can I help you?” said the voice. “Help! Please!” Tina whispered into the phone. “Please, people are going to die!” “What? Can you speak up? I can’t make out what you’re saying. Are you in danger?” said the voice. “Yes!” Tina almost screamed. “Oh. Well, alright then,” said the voice. “Nick! Darron! Get your things; we’re going to Fairway. There’s an emergency,” she heard the voice on the other end say. “Come on, get ready for the jump. This should take us to Agh!” said the voice as it suddenly went from the location in her phone to right next to Tina under the cafe counter. “Ack. Damn it Scott. Why didn’t you warn us?” said one of them in a British accent. “Well, I didn’t know it would be under a counter,” said the voice from the phone. “What is going on?” asked another British voice. “I don’t know. What is going on, miss?” Scott asked Tina. “Th... There’s a dark lord or something. A… and zombies,” Tina stammered. “Dark lord? Which one?” Asked Scott. There’s more than one. “I don’t think that matters. It’s not as bad as it sounds,” said one of the others after peering over the counter out into the street. “Eh?” said Scott peering out at the town square. “Oh, I see. Well, just stay here miss. We’ll have this cleaned up in a minute.” The three men then stood and walked out towards the source of the commotion. It was then that Tina got a better look at their unusual saviors. Scott was a tall thin man with a bizarrely misshapen body, as if his skeleton was bent and warped in odd places. He was followed by two younger men who could be brothers. They all strolled out casually with their hands in their pockets. Damon the Dark Lord of Oblivion was giving a triumphant speech to the cowering masses as the trio walked up to him. The crowd gazed in amazement as they waded through the horde of zombies as if walking through a swarm of flies. Damon was droning on about the pointlessness of resistance when Scott cut him off with a loud “Hey! Knock it off!” Damon turned and glared out angrily from under his hood. “Excuse me?” he said. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” “Uh. I don’t know.” Said Nick. “Some sort of Dark lord?” “I am Damon the Dark Lord of Oblivion!” Damon bellowed. “Yes, but which one?” said Scott. “What?” said Damon. “Which dark lord of oblivion are you?” asked Darron. “Are you the one with the iron fist of might, or the one with the steel mask of shadows? “You mean the one with the cursed scar?” said Nick, turning to his brother. “No the one with the burns on his face,” said Darron. “Which one had the scar then?” asked Nick. “That was the dark lord of eternal night,” said Scott. “Fools!” shouted Damon, waving his staff furiously. “You are all doomed! The hordes of undead now fall upon you!” “What—you mean these things?” said Darron indicating a zombie attacking him. The creature flailed with rotten arms like an angry toddler until the decaying flesh crumbled and the zombie’s arms fell off.