Zombie

The sorcerer was stunned. He had lost his handy boy. He did not regret that loss, because the boy was of no use to him.  He had never intended to teach him sorcery.

But the loss of magic stone was nothing short of a catastrophe. He owed everything to the magic stone; without that stone he was totally powerless.  

‘I will get back my magic stone and teach the boy a lesson that he would never forget,’ he said to himself, his eyes blazing in anger.

The sorcerer had a stable full of alien creatures. He thought that he could use them to find the boy.

The boy was not sitting idle. He knew that the sorcerer will do everything to get back the magic stone. But, the boy felt, he had nothing to worry; as long as he was in possession of the magic stone no harm could come to him.

‘It would be wonderful if I could prevent him from using his brain,’ thought the boy. ‘I can use this stone to turn him into a zombie.’

The boy touched the magic stone and wished, ‘Let the sorcerer become a zombie.’

The sorcerer was giving instructions to the alien creatures. He would burn them all, he said, if they came back without the boy. But then suddenly all thoughts were swept away from his brain.

He did not even recognise the boy who was standing before him. The boy was holding a yellow stone in his one hand.

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A post for A to Z April Challenge

Today’s letter Z