Shamballah king of mages

Important Notice this short story may contain offensive language (from the antagonist) as well imaginary that may be considered "demonic" or "occult".

Prologue

以最偉大、最仁慈的所有給予者的名義 (In the name of the greatest and most merciful All Giver)

苏菲魔法的艺术和科学是基于消除一个人内心的邪恶能量

The Art and science of sufi Magik is based on removing evil energies from one's heart.

The greatest magical weapon in the universe is the human mind. Gifted to travel without boundaries; a focused mind can draw power from ANYWHERE in creation. Some energy is good …others or evil

ACT I

fist of the sacred flame

As Jamil Wukong Shamballah stood within the circle drawn by his teacher; the hui sufi Master Jun Hai Tien, focusing his energy on the image kept at the front of his brain. Maintaining the image in view of his mind's eye; with patience instead of force; the young disciple began to pull energy from the image in his mind. Energy that began to gather above his open palms. While his teacher sat on his enchanted carpet watching, with his daughter Ting Jun at his side.

“苏菲魔法的艺术和科学是基于消除一个人内心的邪恶能量”.

Said Master Hai-Tien; meaning very good ..focus not force…patience not will. The secret to shadow water boxing; learned by Master Jun's ancestor, from the Dashi Fulani nomads from the West of the middle kingdom. Ting, Master Jun's daughter, observed her long-time companions' progress while at her father's right side.

“父亲……他了解我们的历史、文化，自学了我们的语言……他的祖母也是我们的人民……”

Ting Jun said to her father; meaning..father, he knows our history, culture and taught himself our language also his grandmother is of our people. Ting expressed these concerns because of local reactions to Jamil's mixed race lineage. Jamil's father was a Dashi Fulani nomad from North Africa; and his mother a Champa sufi from Vietnam.

“他父亲的人民和我们以及他母亲的人民一样，都是欧洲及其子女的受害者，因为其他人看不到这一点，并不意味着这是事实”.

Her father said in reply; as to say…His father's people, ours and also his mother's were victims of Europe and her children. Because others cannot see this..does not make it true. Ting’s father has lived through The British take over of Hong Kong as well as the opium wars. His enchanted boxing style exposed him to arcane energy. Prolonged exposure to said energy has changed the very matter Master Jun's body was made of; making his blood,bones, organs and tissues no longer the same as an Adamic Mortal. Jamil still kept his horse stance with open palms; ignited the energy clusters that gathered above his palms into contained green flames.

“火与水系不同；你可以用火来消耗水系战士的力量……记住你拥有两者”

(English)

“Fire is different from water; you can use fire to drain the power of water warriors... remember you have both”.

Said Master Jun as his enchanted carpet landed; and he stepped off of it walking towards his student; followed her father as the both stood before the circle.

Returning his focus to the present; establishing the flames above his hand; then standing upright from his horse stance, Jamil turned to his teacher and bowed. Stepping out of the circle Jamil and Ting walked outside of her father's Chinese herbal store.

“Ting there's nothing I can do to ever repay you..thank you so much.”

Jamil said to Ting in gratitude

“If you never found me and took me here I would be dead….wo ai ni (I love you)”.

Jamil said as he kissed Ting’s forehead with a deep passion. Ting in turn embraced Jamil tight and replied in an equally soft tone.

“Come back to me.”

Looking up at Jamil she kissed his full lips and completed her statement

“Okay?”

The two embraced one more; blanketed by the moonlight shining over Chinatown, Miskatonic County Massachusetts. Jamil and Ting both did not want the moment of great warmth to end for once Jamil crosses the portal of the Nameless Sorcerer; he will be in Hostile surroundings, to face a foe of destructive and demonic power…The Dagon High Priest himself.

ACT II

battle at the asylum

Crossing through the Nameless portal in the alley behind Ting’s restaurant; into the abandoned northwest wing of Armitage Asylum for the criminally insane;where Shamballah's mother has been held in secret, since the take over by Court of Dagon. Making his way through the abandoned wing to the west wing; the ghosts of the many tortured souls bonded to the walls of the building cried out in gloom. Some warning him, while others threatened him.

"You should not have come"

Snarled one ghost.

"He longs for his mother...she's gone she's one with us with him." Snarled another.

Their knowledge of Jamal’s presence alerted The Dagon High priest; who stood in the security booth overlooking the west wing where countless demons of various hells were caged.

“Aaah the hybrid monkey has come to challenge a power; that even his cowardly yellow teacher ran from in retreat!”

Shouted the Dagon Priest as he stood in the security of the Armitage Asylum.

“Your mother die my slave; a servant to the Temple of Dagon, like her mother before her…AND YOU..my pathetic subhuman will be a sacrifice…like your savage father before YOU!

The Dagon Priest scolded and taunted; his words echoed throughout the wing of the Asylum. The rage triggered within Jamil from the taunting of the Priest of Darkness brewed unchecked like unmatched tea on a fire. The emotional response ignited the sacred flame engulfing Jamil in the sacred green fire. Letting go a terrifying battle cry that even Ting felt miles away in Chinatown bring tears to the corners of her eyes as laying stomach down on her bed.

As Jamil let loose his battle cry the demons kept in the Asylum by the Dagon Priest broke free, drawn to Jamal's anger. Attacking the sufi boxer in hordes; Jamil vanished each of them; only for them to respawn in larger numbers. The laughter of The Dagon Priest bellowing through the security speakers only enhanced Jamil's feelings of hatred, guilt, and sorrow.

Ting at home in her bed in Chinatown; feeling his pain sat up in the lotus position in her bed thinking in her heart over and over.

“请知道我爱你...你不能死，你必须坚强，不用强迫”

Please know that I love you... You can't die, you have to be strong, don't force it, Ting said, using her tantric energy to speak to her companion’s heart of hearts.

ACT III

the tantric message

Feeling the tantric mantra of his companion from miles a far; Jamal Wukong immediately shifted his focus from rage to a state of love. Seeing the metal image in his mind from earlier; Jamil found his mental center, his Nirvana..the image of Ting smiling. Jamil's shifted focus began a poison to his demonic attackers; the sacred flame became a fine mist as it cooled from Wukong's water magic; released from his tantric thought.

“No…no…Shamballah you can't I won't let you!”

Cried the Dagon Priest from the security booth; now choking and steadily weakening as his demonic horde were vanquished horde by horde. Their connection the dark heat of the Priest brought the Necromancer to his knees in agony as he slowly drifted from the plane of the living.

Jamil, not victorious, closed his eyes and remove his meditation beads from his now burned jacket; closed his eyes, kissed the beads and began to whisper with his heart to his companion Ting. Mentally returning to the present; Jamil continued the search for his imprisoned mother; whom is locked away in secret within the haunted west wing of Armitage Asylum for the criminally insane.

The End ?

Epilogue

Still in the dark security booth of the asylum; the seemingly lifeless body of the Dagon Priest; adapting to the magic used on him, slowly regained signs of life. The talon-like fingernails on his hands scratched the concrete floor of the room. Rising up from his face down position to his knees; the evil Necromancer began to laugh as he realized that Jamil believed that he had won the Duel for the fate of his mother's soul.

To be continued?