The war had taken a turn for the worst for Britain, the Kaiser’s war zeppelins were just on the red horizon like a flock of crows coming to pick the bones of London. For the first time in nearly six hundred years, Britain’s fleets had been crushed by foreign invaders and now the island would soon fall to the forces of evil. All hope was lost, London was in a panic, citizens and soldiers were running through the streets like ants rushing under an uncovered brick. Londoners were used to the bombing raids at this point, but now they knew that the Kaiser stood unopposed and his fleet would crush the city. Basements were filled with praying, terrified people expecting not to live through the night. Entire families, clutching their belongings tried hiding in the sewers below London. Nearly every storm drain had faces looking up from below watching the sky and waiting for the end. In the house of Parliament they waited, hoping that The Kaiser’s forces would contact them with the terms for surrender. Oblivion seemed near but all they could do was wait, wait and hope that their last moments weren’t coming soon.
“Gentlemen,” the prime minister said somberly “Tonight we await the end of Britain. I do not expect you to be waiting for death here with me. If you wish, those of you who would rather be with family at this time, I would not look down upon you for leaving now.”
A few men rose from their seats and started towards the exits. More followed them, as the prime minister kept his eyes down on the Podium.
“This is a day that will live in infamy.” And as he spoke the prime minister watched as the doors to parliament we flung open by a guard running to deliver a message.
“Sir, we’ve got a man at the front gate who says he can stop the German fleet.”
The young guard spoke out of breath.
“Nonsense.” The Prime minister nearly laughed, but he was too morose to even smile “No one can stop the Kaiser’s Air ships, they are invincible.”
“This man says he has a weapon that can crush the entire fleet sir.”
“What manner of man is he?”
“He claims to be a sorcerer, from Egypt sir,”
Those remaining in the hall of Parliament laughed.
“Egypt? An Arab is here saying he can stop an entire fleet of Ironclad Zeppelins? Boy have you gone daft?”
“Sir, it’s worth a shot. It couldn’t hurt the situation.”
That statement hit home with the PM, he knew that if only for a moment it would be worth humoring the boy with the chance of hope.
“Send him in.”
The Sorcerer was a tall dark man wearing long robes that flowed to his feet. He had a deep scar that ran across his face, from his forehead down to his cheek. He wore a long curved dagger on his belt and had several talismans hanging from his neck and they clanked as he walked slowly towards the PM. For a moment the Sorcerer seemed to be more like a ghost than any living man his movements seemed to make him float toward the podium.
“I am Amir Aziz, and I have come to make a bargain with you Britain.” The Sorcerer spoke with a clear voice that carried little accent.
“What would that be?”
“A kiss, but not just any kiss. I want a kiss from your queen.”
The prime minister smiled.
“Sure, whatever you want if you can stop the Kaiser.”
“I need to go on the roof of the tower of London.”
“Of course, anything you want.”
What a mad Arab, the PM thought to himself. The other members of parliament we laughing openly, but why not? They may as well watch and have a laugh while they waited for the end.
They followed the sorcerer to the roof of the tower of London and watched quietly snickering as he lifted his hands to the sky. In the distance the black zeppelins were growing larger and larger. The Sorcerer pulled a rod out from under his robes and started chanting in Arabic. He swirled the rod in the air above him and chanted louder and louder.
“This is truly depressing, I assumed that this would be funny for a moment but now I see how desperate people can be in trying situations.” The PM whispered to his aide. But in that moment the wind began to pick up, and swirl around the tower.
“Just a coincidence” the PM muttered.
A bolt of lightning cracked across the sky.
Suddenly the air around the tower was filled with clouds and smoke. A cone formed over the sorcerer and he chanted louder and louder. The cone became engulfed in flames and it looked like a tornado of fire was arching down from the sky.
The pillar of fire started swirling, heaving, and pulsing and slowly forming into a ball of fire. The ball of fire slowly started to grow fiery wings and soon took on the shape of a bird. The Phoenix. It let out a screech and beat its massive wings that shook the streets bellow. The legendary bird lit up the sky and darted towards the Kaiser’s fleet. The people still running in the streets all stopped and looked up in wonder. The great dragon-bird slammed into the first ship over the edge of London engulfing it in fire and causing it to burst in a turgid flaming explosion. The blast sucked into the firebird only making it larger and larger. It flew across the zeppelins like a blanket of fire incinerating them and cutting through their iron hulls like they were paper. Before a single bomb was dropped on London that night every single ship was incinerated. The phoenix flew back to the tower, it’s light illuminating the sky and it’s great wings beating hot air over the city. A great cheer came up from the streets. The tip of the firebird’s beak touched and it swirled into the sorcerer’s rod. Amir Aziz turned towards the remaining members of parliament with a broad smirk across his face.
The prime minister leaned over to the soldier and whispered; “Someone should contact the queen.”