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Run for your lives, get to another city. Do not attempt to fight, just run as fast as you can out of this dismal place.”

They did as told, in a flurry of crying and fear. Cëril ran out into Varrock square and climbed up the fountain. He found his balance and revealed a sword by pulling it out of its sheath.

He leaped forward and slashed at the soldiers. They parried it off in a spray of sparks, and Cëril tried another jumping attack. He leaped and faced his sword downward and collided with a soldier.

He crashed to the ground, and Cëril grabbed him by his legs, and he spun around as fast as possible. Soldiers charged toward the spinning pinwheel and were knocked away by a spinning corpse. Cëril then threw the body with all his might and it hit a soldier and knocked him down.

He clawed at the air, suffocating under the weight. He started to hack up blood and cough desperately. His face turned blue and he gave one last cough, and rolled over to die.

Cëril looked around and saw the mess of soldiers scattered around the floor. He looked up to see Iban flying through the air, staff in hand. He shot a magic blast toward the floor, and Cëril jumped out of the way.

Another shot hit the Varrock fountain and it exploded, sending debris and rock everywhere. Cëril dashed forward and leapt into the air, to collide head on with an unexpected magic blast.

It crushed him and launched him into the floor. He started to shake violently, the electrical blast starting to find its way into his body, freezing his nervous system. He started to spit foam into the ground, his eyes glittering with tears.

His ribs started to ache and he clutched his side in pain. His heart sped its pace threefold, and he could feel nothing. Everything started to become blurry, as his nervous system started to die down.

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The nerves in his body had to be woken up for him to live, and there was only one way to do that. In order to reawaken his nerves, he would have to send a jolt of pain through himself to shake off the electricity.

He took out his sword and with a trembling hand, thrust it into his side. His eyes opened widely as he started to shake in pain. Blood poured its way out of the wound in his side, and Iban screamed, “Ha! The fool can’t take the pain! Killing yourself to get it over with? I expected much better from you, you pathetic excuse for an elf! How the hell did you get elected to council member with that dearth of bravery? Take it like a real man you weak, pathetic life form!”

Cëril stopped shaking, and clutched his side. He compressed in an attempt to stop the bleeding. However, it just wouldn’t stop as Iban continued his taunts. Cëril crawled along the floor, trying to make his way to the clothing store.

Iban noticed the attempt to escape and shot another magic blast. It hit Cëril in an explosion of electricity. Iban started to cackle as Cëril stabbed himself with the sword yet again to reawaken his nervous system.

The pain was almost satisfying, as if it completed his broken mess of a body. Cëril started to laugh maniacally, and continued to crawl along the dirty floor. Iban continued to shoot magic blasts as Cëril started out into the nighttime sky, stuck in a daydream of torment. He made it to the doors of the clothing shop and crawled inside.

“First mistake in a one on one battle, never isolate yourself in a small area, especially against someone like me,” Iban said as he swooped down toward the entrance of the clothing shop.

Cëril made a desperate grasp for a shirt and he compressed it down on the wound to stop the bleeding. Iban came from behind, held his staff high in the air, and prepared to shoot the magic blast that could kill Cëril once and for all.

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You steered the Dragonkin in the direction of the lumber mill and landed, allowing all the adventurers to run off. They scattered and ran in the direction of the Exam Center, hopefully avoiding the dismal city once and for all.

You took off with the Dragonkin, and scanned the city for any mass damage. You saw Iban with a staff pointed at an elf, and when you recognized the face you exclaimed, "Ceril!!

The Dragonkin swooped down, and Cëril looked up with a dirty and defeated face. He stared at the face of Iban, with his staff pointed at him. Suddenly, a pair of black claws grasped him and they took off. Cëril crawled outside to see the sight of a Dragonkin grabbing Iban by his cloak, violently shaking him back and forth.
“Let me go you stupid beast!”

Iban shot a magic blast and it hit the beast in the stomach. It screeched and collapsed, flapping its wings in a desperate attempt to stop its fall. It was hurtling toward a tall, sharp rock remaining from the Varrock square statue.

You leapt off the Dragonkin as it crashed in a mess of rock, green blood oozing from under the rocks. You look in the direction of Iban, who landed softly on the ground.
He looked in your direction and said, “So we meet again.”

“Unfortunately,” you say through gritted teeth. “We won’t meet again.”

You leapt forward, scythe in hand, trying to decapitate him. He ducked and swung his staff to hit you in the side. You doubled over on the floor, the pain in your ribs excruciating.

You recovered, stood up, ran forward, and tried a very risky move. You threw your scythe in a desperate attempt to hit him. The scythe swirled in the air, and Iban caught it in his hand. “Ha!! You fool!! You dare throw your scythe? Now I have total control, and I will reap you and put an end to your pitiful life!”

He dropped the staff and ran forward with the scythe, and slashed down onto the pavement.

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You somersaulted out of the way and grasped Iban’s staff. You pointed it in his direction and said, “Prepare to die!”

He ran forward with the scythe and made a sideways chop. You leapt over it and shot a magic blast. He dove out of the way and jumped upwards, and dove down with the blade of the scythe facing your skull.

You pointed the staff upward and shot a magic blast. It hit the metal blade of the scythe, and electricity raged through the blade. Iban accidentally clutched the handle when he fell, screamed with horror, and dropped the scythe. He fell to the floor, grasping his wounded hand. You approached him and kicked him in the ribs. He doubled over, but you weren’t done yet.

You threw the staff away and stomped your foot into his face. A crunch was heard, and his nose was shattered to smithereens.

He started to cry, but you wouldn’t let up. You kicked him continuously in the side, and he rolled over like a helpless animal, clutching his side and crying. You jumped on top of him, and started to release a flurry of punches upon his face.

The skin on his face rippled with each blow, bruising his face. His cheeks started to shatter as the broken body was continuously beaten. Suddenly, a loud scream was heard in the distance, and it came from the Varrock castle.

You dashed forward, and ran through the doors, into the room of King Roald. The sight of the castle was haunting: You saw ghosts scattered around the area, looming around and destroying anything in their path. In the room of King Roald, you saw the king sitting on his throne, a demonic look on his face.

He flashed a menacing smile, and his eyes glowed with a very odd tone. His eyes were completely yellow, and his face was a grayish color. He was possessed!

He walked toward you, and slid a dagger out of his robe. He slashed at you, but you leaped out of the way. “I need my scythe!!” you exclaimed.

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Suddenly, the scythe from outside started to vibrate, and it flew in the direction of the castle. It maneuvered through the rooms and found its way into your hand. “Thank Zamorak for this scythe, it’s saved my life so many times,” you say to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts were cut short when you felt electrical force surge through your body. You screamed, and the scythe started to shake violently. King Roald stood there watching, almost enjoying the pain you were undergoing.

You then started to rise in the air, defying the laws of gravity. You continued shaking, and everything became a blur before your eyes. The scythe continued to shake even more violently, and an immense flash of light occurred. You landed on the ground, and stood there, as if nothing happened. You felt a flash of amnesia for a moment, but your memory was soon restored.

The scythe seemed to be glowing with a shade of blue, and you felt more powerful than you did before. As if on instinct, you pointed the scythe forward, and smiled. A magic blast emitted from the scythe and it hit King Roald. He flew into the wall, and landed with a crash on his throne. He stood back up and gave a fierce look. He charged with a flashing dagger, and slashed. You held the scythe upward, and deflected the blow. You swung your scythe forward, and he knocked it to the side with a strong dagger.

“I can now use magic with the scythe!” you exclaim happily. The celebration was cut short when King Roald leapt on top of you, and caught you off guard.

“What can I do?! I can’t let him kill me, but I also can’t fight, else I might kill him. It seems that there is only one choice. It’s my life or his. The decision is easy,” you say to yourself.

You ran forward and flipped in the air, sending a flurry of magic blasts throughout the area. They hit a multitude of ghosts, and they vanished instantly.

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One hit King Roald, and he crashed to the floor and hit his head against the wall. “I’m sorry…” you say, as you lift the scythe above your head. You slash forward, and his head rolls off, followed by a geyser of blood, hitting the ceiling and leaking all the way to the opposite wall.

You run out of the castle and courtyard to rush outside, expecting to see the sight of Iban, dead. What you saw angered you tremendously. Iban was gone, and so was the staff you threw. “The rat flew away…” you say to yourself. You walk with your head down toward the clothing shop, and see the sight of a bloody Cëril. “No!!"

You shook him back and forth, but he wouldn’t wake up. You felt his wrist, and there was a pulse. However, the amount of blood coming out of his body wouldn’t last him very long. You picked him up and found him to be surprisingly heavy. You had to get him to the nearest city, and fast.

You dashed along the broken city of Varrock, trying to get to Lumbridge. The experience was incredibly tiring, with the weight of Cëril in your hands. You leaped over the fence and ran forward. You crossed the bridge and made it to the city of Lumbridge. Adventurers looked your way and saw the bloody mess of Cëril. One stepped out and said, “Oh my, is he alright?”

“No, he’s not. He needs healing, now!"

The man stepped forward and took out some runestones. He smashed them together and they crumbled on the floor. A glowing orb formed in his hands, and he placed it against Cëril's chest. It sank into his chest, and all the wounds healed. His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze met yours. "Yes! You’re fine! I…I thought I might lose you,” you say.

“Well, the debt is paid off,” Cëril said and smiled. “I saved your life, now you saved mine. Thank you.”

You exchanged smiles, and he stood up with little trouble. “What happened in Varrock?” Cëril asked.

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You then spoke of the entire battle, emphasizing on what happened to your scythe and how you had to kill King Roald.

Cëril’s face was grave. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

“If all this chaos has occurred when we’ve done two cities, imagine what’s happening in Ardougne.”

You gave a smile and said, “Well, as long as we’re together, we can accomplish anything,” you say, and turn to the healer. “Thank you for your help, but we must be off.”

At that, Cëril and you dashed into the horizon, preparing for one last battle to conquer.

END OF CHAPTER 2.8

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Chapter 2.9: The Battle of Ardougne

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Cëril and you dashed into the horizon, heading into Ardougne. Some short time later, you arrived at Catherby. You followed the bend of the river to the Legend’s Guild, and turned right. There you came to the small mine with some bears circling the area. In the sky, a flash of red fluttered in the corner of your eye.

You look to the right to see a Dragonkin clutching a human in its claws and throwing it into a building. It crashed into the wall and fell like a helpless puppet into the floor. You ran into the city and were horrified by what you saw. Possessed adventurers roamed the city, looking for some kind of prey they can feast their now yellow fangs upon. They loomed about, with the ominous golden eyes that would narrow when they chewed at your skin…

You walked forward, observing the damage. The market stalls were thrown over, and the buildings were crumbling. The entire city was in complete terror. There, in the skies was Iban. He had a staff in hand, and he had control over all the adventurers. He was a puppet master.

He soared above the sky, and you could envision his strings in hand, toying with those adventurers below them. Ordering them to kill and to destroy…

“It appears that the only way we’ll be able to save Ardougne is to kill these people…”

“No! We can’t do that!”

“What other choices do we have?”

“There are none…” you say as you shake your head. “Whatever it takes to save the city.”

You grasp your scythe and shoot a magic blast at the gray-skinned zombie. He froze and landed with a soft thump. You ran forward and slashed at the frail zombies, chopping at their clammy skin. Their skin started to rot, making a pungent smell run throughout the city.

You slashed your way through the masses of undead bodies, until one jumped on top of you. It clasped its hand over your mouth and you started to shake violently.

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You couldn’t breathe, and you felt as if your lungs were about to burst. The overwhelming pressure started to take control of your body. You thrashed about, trying to cease the immense pressure that was being released upon your throat.

Everything became clockwork, and one pain triggered another. Everything started to blur before your eyes, with the exception of the colorful spots circling around your line of vision. You clawed at the mass of rotting flesh before you, but the noisome smell became too powerful, and you fell back down to the floor. The zombie had wide eyes, with a few remains of hair left on its skull.

It had a greenish skin tone, with some rags for clothes. The nose was completely rotted off, as if the “zombification” had taken place a while ago. Two narrow holes for nostrils were all the zombie had, and to go along with the gruesome face was a mouth that looked just as bad.

The lips were ripped in numerous places, and the teeth were rotten. The stench of its rotting skin was unbearable, and you sank back down to the floor. You felt the strength giving away; the life being sapped out of your open hands. The strength started to give away at a rapid pace, and you continued to shake on the ground due to the lack of breath. The zombie screeched and clutched its head in two rotten hands. It fell back; its yellow teeth shining in the dusk sky.

An arrow was lodged in its skull. Cëril looked at you as you looked back. He smiled and said, “Now the debt is uneven again. You owe me now."

You nod and turn the other way. You rip out your scythe and slash to the sides, cutting the zombies in half. The torsos were lined up in front of you, and the blood started to flood through the city streets. You flew upwards and slashed down upon their heads. The heads of those killed littered the city streets; their open eyes shining in the soft daylight.

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The battle was far from over. You drive the wooden end of the staff into a zombie, and it struck him with tremendous force. He winced and fell back, and landed on the floor. He looked up to meet your gaze, but your eyes would reveal not the slightest bit of mercy for the pitiful fool.

You slashed across his face, and gashes of green blood made their way along the cracks. You kicked him in the stomach, and continued to pummel him with punches. Suddenly, a thought jolted through your mind. These are real people!!

The desperate eyes of an adventurer stared into your eyes. They silently pleaded to be helped; saved from the horrid curse. The yellow eyes of the helpless adventurer continued to stare into your eyes. You continued to shower punches upon the inferior being, as if it would relieve its pain. Blow after blow, guilt continued to pour through your mind.

There was no other choice; it must be done. You lifted your scythe in the air, watching as the fading sun gleamed upon the metal blade. It was madness. The eyes looked helplessly at you, as if there was nothing to be done about the zombie’s destiny. The thought continued to swim through your mind.

“These are real people…”

There was nothing to be done. The eyes reflected something familiar… Something distant. The yellow eyes…

They reflected symbolism somehow. They… reflected something on your past. But what could it be?

You hastily thought about the past events, about what those piercing eyes could symbolize. At last, the piece to the incomplete thought thundered throughout your mind. The flashback then occurred.

The black robes covered your bony body. You were in your Reaper form, cackling in the daylight. The entire desert of Al Kharid was on fire, and you said, “For whom the bell tolls!”

Sitting in front of you was a transparent creature, with deep, yellow eyes…

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