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one thousand years ago. He lost that battle by just one spell and he disappeared ever since, never to be heard again. After the battle, the Ancient Order disappeared and to prevent further conflicts, the Overlord changed the system and had a supreme military commander took charge of all magical orders. Now, Kostara wanted to come back to our physical universe to exact his revenge on Fontasians.
    “Fontasians, I will make you pay for this humiliating defeat! For making me lose face in front of all my junior wizards! Drat the 'Oonbeldi'! I am the leader of the Black Order of Magic, the most powerful Magical Order in the whole universe! I won’t have any other Magical Order more powerful than the Black Order. Never, never, never!” Kostara kept muttering to himself and poring over his big, dusty Book of Black Magic. A severed toad’s head was looking up at him on his right. He happened to look down and saw this pitiful head. With a mighty sweep of his hand, the head landed on the floor. A hungry black cat at one corner of the cave saw this delicious morsel and jumped on it, gulping down the head in an instant. After finishing its meal, this black cat began to lick its paws and rubbed its face in alternate fashion.
    Kostara’s long, bony finger was slowly turning through the Book of Spells.
    “I have to counter the 'Oonbeldi', mmm…let me see, ‘Blood Spell’, ‘Spell of Sorrow’, ’Hell Fire Spell’. There you are! Need the abdomen of black-widow, sting of Vespa wasp, head of tarantula, centipede jaws, tail of rattlesnake, fangs of King Cobra, and the most evil heart.”
    “I have all but the most evil heart, how sickening! Which of you has the most evil heart, hah?! Come here!” Kostara shouted. Perhaps it was the loudness or tone of his voice that frightened all the living creatures around him, suddenly, all these living creatures fled for their lives. Not one living thing could be found near him, leaving a clear space all around him. The evil wizard sniggered. He hobbled out of his cave. He was going to get the heart he wanted, evil or no evil, with or without the owner’s consent!
    He came towards the evil-looking tree where he kept a black crow in a wooden bird-cage. Lifting his head, he stared at the captive bird. The poor bird saw the evil gleam in his eyes and flew all over the cage, cawing in stark terror! It somehow knew the end was near. With an outstretched hand, Kostara shot a flame of fire at the wooden bird-cage.
    “I killll…. you!” Kostara yelled. The bird-cage went up in total flames along with the crow. A night-owl with two big eyes, perched on the same tree on a higher level bore witness to this tragedy. Terrified by such a horrible crime, the night-owl shrieked “eeee…” and flew away. It flew in an erratic manner with a total loss of sense of direction. Sometimes it flew high and then suddenly changed altitude. Sometimes it headed east and then suddenly changed direction halfway through. It just didn’t know where to go!
    When the bird-cage landed in Kostara’s hand, he mumbled to himself. “Well, I have a heart now, a burnt heart, heeheehee…Now, for the ‘Hell Fire’ spell!” This ‘Hell Fire’ spell was the most powerful black magic, feared by all practitioners of magic. It used the most poisonous substances to trap all the fire in a supernova explosion and gave the wizard an endless supply of high-temperature fire, to do whatever he pleased. At this moment, when he was about to return to the Black Cave, his sixth sense told him that he was been watched. Muttering under his breath, Kostara suddenly raised his left hand and shouted, “abracadabra, Thunder Bolt Lightning Spell!” With those words spoken, a streak of lightning shot upwards from his left hand to the sky. At the other end of Black Canyon, a group of junior wizards were looking into their crystal ball to see what their senior was doing. Suddenly, many electrical charges were seen within the crystal ball. A