Part II of the King-Is-Dead Trilogy
\nby Rakk<\/p>\n
( Part I <\/a>)<\/p>\n A retired wizard, Dom Zarro, from the far-off and fabled lands of Oz, By chance, one day, when he was leaving The Ace-in-the-Corner Pub, he Not a day passed before the two gentlemen found themselves on The games continued on a regular basis, once a week, always two days But time wore on, as it will, and still after months the son had not ——-end of part II———<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Part II of the King-Is-Dead Trilogy by Rakk ( Part I ) A retired wizard, Dom Zarro, from the far-off and fabled lands of Oz, happened to settle down in the little borough of Bowie-by-the Bay, and began to look … Continue reading
\nhappened to settle down in the little borough of Bowie-by-the Bay, and
\nbegan to look for challenges and challengers to meet his mettle. He had
\nheard about this father-and-son duo who played racquet-le-ball, and
\ndecided that he might un-retire his old racquet, and see if he could
\ngenerate a little action, perhaps even to the point of reviving his
\nold skill on the court. It had been many years since he had played,
\nand many a flagon of Old Tooths Ale had bulged his belly, but he was
\npretty sure that the grazers and Z-slashes remained in his repertoire.<\/p>\n
\nalmost ran into a man hurrying along the cobblestones with an oddly
\nshaped package in hand. “Begging your pardon, my good man”, he said,
\n“are you a player of Racquet-le-ball? And in that packet, is that by
\nany chance…” “But sir”, said the hurried gentleman, as he paused
\nto look carefully at the wizard, “Do I have the pleasure of meeting
\nThe Dominator?” Dom Zarro smiled and replied, “It has been many years
\nsince I have been called The Dominator! Please call me Dom.” The
\nother said, “And please call me Rakk.”<\/p>\n
\nthe court. And certainly, the years had taken a toll on The Dominator,
\nbut still, his Z-slash shot was a fearsome one, as the ball ripped
\nfrom the left wall to the right on his serves. And when he happened to
\noccupy the front of the court, the Z-slash shot kissed the front wall
\nso slightly and low, it required a dive of desperation for Rakk to
\nreturn it. But Rakk had observed the sag of Dom’s belly, and used his
\nold strategy, serving to the right wall, then the left, then the right,
\nuntil Dom was gasping for breath, and barely able to continue.<\/p>\n
\nbefore, or two days after a father-son game. Rakk was careful not to
\nwear himself out by scheduling games too close together. The wiles
\nand sneaks of the wizard paid off when the father had to contend with
\nthe ever-growing skill of the son. The Z-slash shot completely
\nbaffled the son, and every trick that The Dominator pulled out of his
\ndecades-old repertoire transferred over to the father’s games against
\nthe son. Months of brutally desperate games passed, and it was as if
\nthe son was not playing his father, but The Dominator.<\/p>\n
\nbeaten his father. Time made his legs lengthen in adulthood, so also
\nhis arms, and it became harder and harder for the father to sneak a
\nball past him. His speed and agility increased as fast as his height
\nand reach, and the grazing Z-slashes had to be ever more accurate for
\nthe father to win.<\/p>\n