Zamorak appeared behind me, laughing. “Ok, now the first business of training, get you the hell out of those clothes. It might not seem it, but magical robes will increase the magical ability of the wearer. If you have special magical robes, you can increase your magic ability ten-fold.”
“I don’* want to work with magic,” I admitted. “Swordplay has always been the best method of fighting for me.”
“Ok, I understand,” Zamorak said. “I have an idea. Magic will be infused in new armor which I’ll give you. Please accept that learning magic makes a god so much stronger. If you don’t accept this, you’ll never defeat Saradomin, let alone Sarah. You can use a sword, but if you don’t incorporate magic, you’ll never win.”
“I understand father.”
“Good. Now let’s go give you your armor,” he said as he led me past a door, and then in to the armory.
~~~
The sun shined brightly on the campsite. The only thing that was there right now was a tent set up in the middle of the forest. Zineryt suddenly woke up. Donning his robes, he walked outside to feel four wicked presences. His eye lit with fear, sweat pouring down his pale face. He ran quickly back in to the tent, forcibly waking Jaldar up.
“What the hell is it?!” Jaldar barked, his eyes opening up.
“Four of my former clan mates are coming,” he started. He then stopped, frozen in fear, for one of them was right outside the tent. The man smirked, seeing Zineryt scared like a puppy with his tail between his legs. “Jaldar, quick, get your stuff on and come out. We need to fight!” he exclaimed, now turning to face his opponent.
"It's been a long time Reaper, or Zineryt as you now are known,” he smirked.
“John, it’s been a long time. What brings you here? You want to kill me don’t you?”
“You figured it out Zineryt. Now, think fast!” They both released their swords and as quick as lightning, the two blades clashed.
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