Kali 8 – Kali and The Witch’s Revenge

“How on Earth did you manage to get your head stuck in a jar, Bertram?”, asked Kali, tugging at the glass jar in which the little bear cubs head had got stuck.

 

“It was a honey jar”, the cubs mother explained, “I told Bertram to be careful but he wanted to get the last drop of honey from the bottom of the jar”.

 

“Well, its stuck tight”, said Kali, “I’ll have to use an unsticking spell to get it off”.

 

Kali opened up one of her large, leather bound magical tomes and turned to a page full of spells for getting things unstuck then, tapping the glass jar with her wand, she read one of the spells out loud,

 

“Hubble bubble; hickory dick;

when I tap this magic stick;

fix my troubles double quick

and make what’s become stuck unstick”.

 

But though Kali tapped the magic wand upon the jar again and again and even repeated the spell, when she tugged upon the jar it still wouldn’t come off.

 

“I’m sorry Bertram”, she said as she tugged, “The spell just doesn’t seem to be working. I don’t know what we’re going to do”.

 

Just then, however, the jar lit up with a brilliant purple glow and Kali thought that perhaps the spell might be starting to work but then the whole of Bertram was bathed with the same purple glow and, to her further astonishment, looking down at herself, Kali saw that she was as well.

 

Then suddenly there was a bright purple flash filled with spinning purple stars and the next thing that either of them knew, Kali and Bertram were not in the old wizards cottage anymore but somewhere else altogether.

 

“What happened?”, asked Bertram, speaking from inside the jar, “Where are we?”.

 

Kali looked round and saw what looked like some dark, dingy stone room within a large castle.

 

“I don’t know, Bertram”, said Kali, “But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll find some way to get us out of it”.

 

“I seriously doubt that”, said the cackling voice of a woman from behind them; a voice that Kali thought she had heard before.

 

Turning round, Kali saw the witch she had encountered only the day before and who had almost turned her into a frog, the one who had called herself Baphomet.

 

“As you see, Kali. I have returned to my natural form and just as I promised you, I intend to have my vengeance upon you”, said the witch.

 

“W-what are you going to do to us”, asked Kali, “Turn us into frogs”.

 

“Oh no”, said the witch, “I have planned something much worse than that for you”.

 

Then, suddenly, tracing a circle in the air with her magic wand, the witch made a large swirling portal of blue light appear.

 

“What’s that”, asked Bertram, gasping.

 

“That is where I shall be sending both of you”, replied the witch cackling gleefully, “A portal into another dimension, a dimension of darkness from which no living thing has ever escaped”.

 

“I don’t like the look of that”, said Bertram.

 

“Don’t worry, little bear”, said Kali, seizing hold of the wand that always hung upon her collar, “I’ll sort this out if I can just remember one of the spells that Minerva taught me”.

 

The witch scoffed.

 

“Hah!”, she said, “Do you really think that your puny magic can work against me; a mighty, dark sorceress?”.

 

Then, suddenly, the witch pointed her wand towards them, tilting it slowly upwards and both Kali and Bertram felt themselves being seized hold of and lifted by a powerful, invisible force.

 

“Help! Kali, do something please”, said Bertram, starting to panic, “I don’t want to go into that place. I want to go home”.

 

“I’m trying, Bertram”, said Kali, gripping hold of her magical wand and trying to remember a spell that might save them, cursing all the times she had neglected her magical studies, but she was too panic stricken to remember, words in her head becoming jumbled and confused.

 

Just then, however, round about the jar that was stuck upon Bertram’s head, a bright green glow started to appear; sparks of green electricity flying from it.

 

“What’s happening”, asked Bertram.

 

“I think the unsticking spell is starting to work”, said Kali.

 

Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud popping sound and then, before she could move out of the way, the jar flew off of Bertram’s head and, hitting the witch, knocked her backwards into the path of the gaping portal.

 

“Help!”, she cried as she stumbled backwards and felt the power of the portal’s swirling vortex start to pull upon her, dragging her towards it.

 

Then, suddenly, just as, released from the Witch’s power, both Kali and Bertram came crashing to the floor, they saw the witch whirling round and round, almost like water spiralling down a plughole, as she was sucked deep into another dimension.

 

“Agghhh!”, she screamed; her scream becoming fainter and fainter until it and she disappeared altogether.

 

Then, just as suddenly as it had opened, the whirling portal closed up and vanished into thin air.

 

“Thank goodness your spell worked”, said Bertram, “It got the jar off my head and got rid of that evil old witch”.

 

Just then however, there was another bright flash, just like the one that had brought them there only this was pure white and filled glittering stars of gold and then, suddenly looking round about them, they were back in the Old wizards cottage and, relieved to see her bear cub safe, Bertram’s mother rushed towards him hugging him tightly.

 

“But how did we get back?”, asked Kali.

 

“I brought you back”, said a woman; a tall beautiful woman dressed in long robes of white with a tall, conical, white witch’s hat upon her head, “I am Glindora; a good witch and the sister of Baphomet and I thank you Kali. I could never defeat my sister but you have”.

 

“It was Kali’s unsticking spell that did it”, said Bertram.

 

“Yes”, said Kali, “If it hadn’t been for that unsticking spell we both might have been stuck forever”.