Centuries ago in the ever-developing town of Tombre, a figure only known as the Moon Duke was captivated in the ash black darkness of the dungeon. He started pacing back and forth muttering to himself and brainstorming an idea of revenge.
"No, no, that won't work. That simply won't do. ARRGGGHHH! WHY CAN'T I THINK OF A STINKING PLAN?!"
Soon, he plopped onto the stone cold dungeon floor in disappointment. Luminated by the small crack of light from the moon, he stared at a phrase written by a previous prisoner on the cobblestone wall that wrote:
If you can't do anything, curse for what brought you here in the first place.
Arggghhh… that devil of a king! He brought him here because he accidently killed a woman with his magic. Was it his fault for having a gift? That female dog didn't understand his situation and now he's stuck here.
"Oh, I'll get him back, I'll get him back."
But how? Once again, he stared at the words scribbled on the wall. One time after another, he read quote, then something clicked. Not the bats that roamed in the dungeon of a cave. An idea. One word crossed his mind:
Curse…
Curse…
Curse…
Curse…
On the wall, he scribbled a wheel with illegible symbols, and an eight- pointed star in the middle with a piece of charcoal. Now in the lotus position, he began chanting a curse that will affect the current king and every king that ever ruled here after that. In an ominous tone he began:
"Abucto itsa Rex. Abucto ista Rex. Abucto ista Rex!"
All the symbols glowed a mysterious yellow and began to revolve around the Moon Duke and he began to levitate.
"Abucto ista Rex! Abucto ista Rex! ABUCTO ISTA REX!"
Now, a mustard yellow orb appeared in the center on the spinning symbols. He still kept reciting until the orb was as big as a beach ball. With his cupped hands, he seized the orb and he slowly went on the ground. He released in orb outside his cell. It went off to terminate the king. The rotating symbols disappeared into the orb and the scribbling on the wall was gone, except the eight-pointed star.
Why didn't the star disappear?
In the castle throne room, His Majesty Mojo the First, was busy with the peasants needs and complaints. Food, drought, war, slavery, he heard it
