The mist of the early morning was cold and damp. The bare wooden boat rocked back and forth in the calm seas to the east of RuneScape. The cool wind chilled the air, and the salty smell brought tears to the eyes of the sailors in the area, for they knew that they were nearing the land of RuneScape.
The sailors went about performing their daily tasks, but one person on the deck was unaware of their existance. It was a young woman, and she was huddled in the corner, shivering. It was not from the cold air that she shivered, though. It was because of the white sphere she held bundled in cloths at her side. It was a powerful, important object that must remain alive. The priests on the blessed island where she came from could not stress this enough: the dragon in the egg must remain alive.
The dragon inside the egg had a strange curse placed upon it by a powerful Zamorakan. It was a curse that plagued it to this day. The curse took away from it all of its body heat, forcing it to drain heat from all others. The priestess was its host now, her body heat the only thing keeping the beast alive. The shivered with both the cold of the damp morning and the weight of her responsibility to Saradomin, for the dragon was Saradomin'* ultimate weapon against Zamorak.
Suddenly, a loud blast resounded around the ship. The priestess raised her eyes and saw the sailors falling to their deaths over the side of the ship. Then, a man appeared by her side.
"Ah, Andarra," the man boasted. "It looks as though your attampt to save that pathetic egg has failed. Now, hand it over and you may not die."
Andarra looked up defiantly into his cold eyes and said, "Like anyone could ever trust your word, Agaben. This dragon will live, I swear to you."
Agaben cast a telekinetic grab on the egg, and it soared from Andarra's grasp into his hands.
Riekan4
02-Jan-2007 02:38:01
Agaben felt the heat draining from his body immediately. He tossed the dragon egg to the ground.
12-Mar-2007 01:52:51
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