As i traveled around Gielinor, i had been attacked by many creatures i had never seen and people who had taken my armour, weapons and little food i had. With no coin and nothing to my name, i had sat in the back streets of Varrock hungry and close to death when a hooded man hovered over me. She had asked me many questions and after a while i had learned that he was a follower of Zamorak....the god who had brought so much misfortune to me in so little time...i told her about the battle of lumbridge, my father, the friend i had made and how i had to leave my home. I also told her at the time i considered them all scum but i learnt that i had lost many important people. she told me to come with her, and that she was a true Zamorak follower, one with strength and power! I had joined her, at first it was great, i was fed well and he had began to train me personally. I later found out she was a Zamorak Mahjarrat! I had never heard of them but they treated me well or atleast i thought they did. By the time i turned 18 i was nothing but pond to them. I did what i was told, fought who they said and carried out missions. It became apparent that this was the way it would be . But it wasn't so bad, the women who had recruited me had been giving me lessons on how to fight and make coin, she became my mentor. Her name was Enakhra. I knew nothing about her or her history. But i did what i was told and followed her words with grace. She was the only one i had liked as she took care of me as the rest treated me like dirt. One day in the middle of the afternoon, i had a training session with her. She told me that Zamorak was the one to follow and fight for, she gave me two swords, they were called dry gore and showed me how to use me, and wished me luck. She told me that today would be the day Zamorak returns to this world. I had never seen her since. Rumours went were running throughout the base that something big had happened, sadly no one would tell me. Instead of trying to figure
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