The Phone Booth
CHAPTER THREE
The Black sand city lay in terrible ruins, silent in the gloomy shadow of the tower. It was evening, and the sky was ember red. Long fingers of shadows stretched across the ghost city.
It was long void of human inhabitation ever since the last assault unleashed upon it. The Dark Lord, Voldemort himself, had unexpectedly turned up and led his army of Kourxes - horrible aliens with sorcery powers - and his dark followers . Millions died for his sin. The Dark servants still dwelt in the city near where their master's home was - the TOWER.
The Tower rose into the crust of clouds until it faded out of view. Its walls were brown with the colour of dried blood. A scent of Doom swelled from it.
A band of horsemen rode into view from a veil of swirling brownish dust. Their horses were dark brown and muscular, and their eyes were edged like a hawk's. Three of them - a woman, a man, and an old man - were all clad in a loose green robe.
They stopped before the Tower's base. The man swung out his sword and summoned, 'EXPECTO PATRONUM!' Blinding beams of blue flames shot out from its tip and headed for the buildings on the horizon. They were brought down to dust and ashes.
'The Kourxes will be drawn to there instead of here,' the man turned to them and sheathed his blade.
'I hope those two are still alive,' Dumbledore heaved a sigh and studied the looming menace before him.
'We'll save them, Dumbledore,' the woman said.
The door was opened. A little too easily. The door led to the hollow cylindrical chamber of the Tower. It was black and silent. Every little sound echoed into the endless darkness above, but despite that, they made their way hastily inside and stirred a chaos of noises.
They stood at the center of the hollow. 'Go now,' the woman whispered. Then, her steed stretched out its hidden wings and gave a mighty wave, instantly gliding upwards. The rest followed suit.
Their robes flapped wildly in the speed while they clung lowly and leaned onto their geldings' mane.
The entrance's light was blocked off. A chaos of noises roared. The Kourxes had discovered them. Hundreds of them swarmed with only to seek their enemies' death. They climbed - or rather ran - up the walls.
A blue spark streaked past the old wizard.
'Worry not.,' he said with a grin.
A blue sphere divided the tower into two; one full of Kourxes, the other are the wizards. The sparks from their Deathbringers bounced off like useless metal. Some of the aliens were shot by their own sparks and fell helplessly down into the depth of darkness. All shootings were ceased.
Then the sphere halted. It started sliding downwards, inch by inche...
It raced.
Thousands of Kourxes were thrown down by the terror before they could even catch their breath. A heap of fresh carcasses lay in silence at the base of the tower.
And the three figures continued their flight.
CHAPTER THREE
The Black sand city lay in terrible ruins, silent in the gloomy shadow of the tower. It was evening, and the sky was ember red. Long fingers of shadows stretched across the ghost city.
It was long void of human inhabitation ever since the last assault unleashed upon it. The Dark Lord, Voldemort himself, had unexpectedly turned up and led his army of Kourxes - horrible aliens with sorcery powers - and his dark followers . Millions died for his sin. The Dark servants still dwelt in the city near where their master's home was - the TOWER.
The Tower rose into the crust of clouds until it faded out of view. Its walls were brown with the colour of dried blood. A scent of Doom swelled from it.
A band of horsemen rode into view from a veil of swirling brownish dust. Their horses were dark brown and muscular, and their eyes were edged like a hawk's. Three of them - a woman, a man, and an old man - were all clad in a loose green robe.
They stopped before the Tower's base. The man swung out his sword and summoned, 'EXPECTO PATRONUM!' Blinding beams of blue flames shot out from its tip and headed for the buildings on the horizon. They were brought down to dust and ashes.
'The Kourxes will be drawn to there instead of here,' the man turned to them and sheathed his blade.
'I hope those two are still alive,' Dumbledore heaved a sigh and studied the looming menace before him.
'We'll save them, Dumbledore,' the woman said.
The door was opened. A little too easily. The door led to the hollow cylindrical chamber of the Tower. It was black and silent. Every little sound echoed into the endless darkness above, but despite that, they made their way hastily inside and stirred a chaos of noises.
They stood at the center of the hollow. 'Go now,' the woman whispered. Then, her steed stretched out its hidden wings and gave a mighty wave, instantly gliding upwards. The rest followed suit.
Their robes flapped wildly in the speed while they clung lowly and leaned onto their geldings' mane.
The entrance's light was blocked off. A chaos of noises roared. The Kourxes had discovered them. Hundreds of them swarmed with only to seek their enemies' death. They climbed - or rather ran - up the walls.
A blue spark streaked past the old wizard.
'Worry not.,' he said with a grin.
A blue sphere divided the tower into two; one full of Kourxes, the other are the wizards. The sparks from their Deathbringers bounced off like useless metal. Some of the aliens were shot by their own sparks and fell helplessly down into the depth of darkness. All shootings were ceased.
Then the sphere halted. It started sliding downwards, inch by inche...
It raced.
Thousands of Kourxes were thrown down by the terror before they could even catch their breath. A heap of fresh carcasses lay in silence at the base of the tower.
And the three figures continued their flight.