Verisimilivirate

You pick up the pruning hook as the little guy blazes a fiery trail toward you. Remembering your African History 101 where the Tribesmen would stand with a single spear against a charging lion, you steady your stance against the speeding little form. As he pounces mere feet from you, you quickly jam the butt of the pruning hook into the ground behind you and raise it toward the hurtling midget's chest, following his jump trajectory for a direct hit.

Only, instead of impaling your would-be assailant, the hook translates his energy into a pole-vaulted-like path, soaring over your head. With a wail that could only be described as dismayed surprise, the little devil rockets yards and yards past you, carving a rocky groove in the pavement where he lands, about 100 feet away.

Instead of phased, stunned, or (as you would've supposed) covered in bloody lacerations, the little dynamo gets up, pausing only momentarily to dust himself off before coming back at you! Your jaw drops as your face shows how aghast you really are. Desperately, you remember the scroll and look to it. You open it, searching for what you could only hope would be an answer of some sort.

"DON'T READ THE SCROLL!!" you hear from the fireball screeching toward you.

Feverishly, you look down first at the Druidic runes to the left, and then the English scribbles to the right and read them aloud:

"Space and Time will come undone
When e'er these simple words are read,
For as the shadows hide from sun
So will the Earthen come to Fred."

"Fred?" you think aloud.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" the unearthly shriek pierces your ears for a moment before your vision whites out before you, causing everything in sight to disappear...

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