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“Hello,” said the man.

“Erm… hello,” you said.

“You suffered quite an injury there, I must say.”

“Yes, it was from the massive battle of… oh! I’ve forgotten completely about the battle! I have so many questions concerning…” you said you said as you felt your ribs, and you were surprised to see that they were completely healed.

“Yes, your ribs have been healed. As for your questions, save them, everything will be explained later.”

“I have one that I’d like to have asked right now, please.”

“Fine then, do make it quick.”

“Who are you?”

“Why, my young fellow, I am Saradomin.”

You opened your jaw in awe as you stared at the amazing sight of Saradomin before you. His majestic power was simply… breathtaking.

“I have watched you in your past adventures.”

“You… you have?”

“Yes, and I also know that you have found out the truth of Zamorak’s intentions. You have solved it correctly. Zamorak has been using you all along. Now, I’m fairly sure that you’re sick of the amount of chaos that has been going on. Perhaps there is a way to escape this madness."

"What do you mean? How?”

“I’ll tell you the truth. When Zamorak first met you, he mentioned that he wasn’t on good terms with me. He certainly is correct. Although Zamorak and I have been fighting for millenniums, the war is at its peak. While he raided the world of Gielinor trying to find you, he has also killed off many of my innocent people. In the city of Falador, he has slain many White Knights of mine. I shall tolerate it no longer. War is inevitable.”

“No! I’m tired of war! It’s been much too violent already! This should come to a stop. The chaos… the mayhem… everything has completely tore apart what I once knew. I’m a different person now due to the past events that have taken place.”

“I am sorry; you have my deepest apologies. I have need of you, however.”

“What? So you can use me as Zamorak did? Am I going to become your personal ‘tool’ so you may roam the land?” you asked.

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“I am not the same person Zamorak is. He is my polar opposite, and you should never compare me to the likes of him! I ask that you listen to my offer before you reject it like a fool.”

“Ah, so you’re calling me a fool now. Now you’ve really given me a reason to leave.”

“No!" he boomed. As you began to walk away, he stood up in a valiant manner. “You shall not leave! Guards, block the doors.”

You look in his direction with a sneer. “And you say that I shouldn’t compare you to Zamorak? You’re following in his actions! You’re threatening me to gain my abilities.”

“I’ve already warned you. Don’t ever compare me to Zamorak.”

“You’re doing it again!” you tease, followed by a sinister smile. “Zamorak said the same thing, except about you. I’m done being involved with gods.”

“Don’t… you… dare… leave,” said Saradomin, panting softly after each word. “You are a critical role in the future. You may be able to save all of Runescape.”

You whirled around, intrigued by his last sentence. “It’s not Runescape, it’s Gielinor. Cëril has taught me of the world of Runescape.”

“Ah, you don’t understand. I already know of the other continents existing in Runescape. I know what I said, and I stand by it. All of Runescape is in mortal danger.”

“What kind of danger?”

“Danger of the likes that the world has never seen before. As I said before, war is inevitable. There’s no doubt about it – there is going to be a major clash between Zamorak and I. This is going to be the war of all wars; one that may bring destruction to all the land. I need your help to win this war.”

“I’m listening.”

“We, the Saradomin army, will not be able to take on all of Zamorak’s forces by ourselves. He has his army, the Dragonkins, as well as all of the Undead world to bring as his minions. Not to mention The Death Zone. He has threatened to bring all the souls reaped in The Death Zone to bring destruction upon the world. Only you can stop this madness.”

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“But how? If I’m to accept an offer, I must know how I can help.”

“As I said, our army will not be able to take on his combined forces. We must make a combination as well. I ask that you become my ambassador. If you choose to accept, you will take on the challenge of gaining the allies we need to win the war.
From what I know, there are about five major races that we can gain as allies. They are: gnomes, barbarians, werewolves, elves, and dwarves. While it may seem easy, it isn’t.
To pledge an entire race in a war is an enormous commitment. They may challenge you, ask you to aid them in something, or even torture you in order to prove your worthiness. This is not an easy task, but you are rewarded with your name being written down in history as 'The Savior of Runescape.' Do you accept?”

You stood there, pondering. There really wasn’t much of a choice. It was either join Saradomin, or be crushed alone by Zamorak. By allying with such a force, it may provide protection from being attacked.

“I gladly accept your offer.”

“Thank you! You are most wise. I shall provide you with a gift for your generosity.”

At that, Saradomin lifted his hand in the air; palm wide open. Suddenly, a bolt of lighting darted down from the crystal ceiling and landed in Saradomin’s open palm in a small orb.

He walked in your direction, and signaled for you to open your hand. You opened your palm in spite of your slight fear. He then clutched the magical orb of energy and placed it in your hand.

It seemed to spin rapidly, and started to dissolve. The magical sparkles that emitted from the orb started to descend slowly into your hand. At last, all of it had dissolved into your hand. You gazed into your hand, and saw the mark of Saradomin engraved into the soft flesh of your palm.

“What did you do to me?!” you screamed.

“Calm yourself. I must do one final task.”

Saradomin laid his bony hand in yours, and grasped it softly.

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He then chanted:
“Let thy gift become your friend,
And allow your power to never end.
For the amount of power in your hands
Will be enough to conquer all the lands.
Now, thy have been brought something new,
Something that all other enemies shall rue.
What I have laid in your hands is something you shall like,
For I have given you the Saradomin Strike.”

At last, the blue glow in his eyes had ceased, and he returned to his formal state. He gave a soft smile; his beady eyes twinkled in the magical castle.

“You now have the power of the Saradomin Strike. This is a power that will allow you to dominate over your enemies; you have unimaginable power in your hands. All you must do to activate it is yell ‘Saradomin Strike.’

By doing this, a monstrous blue orb of energy shall emit from the symbol in your hand, and can annihilate anything within a three mile radius.

However, with great power comes great responsibility. This can take a heavy toll upon the body. This will greatly fatigue you, perhaps even to the point of unconsciousness. Only use this under the most intense conditions, as you have been warned of its consequences."

“Thank you, I haven’t very much to say; I’m at a loss of words.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“I must say, this is a fantastic gift. I would, however, like to ask a few questions.”

“Sure, ask me anything.”

“Well… what happened in the battle of Ardougne after I passed out?”

“When you passed out, you most likely experienced a flash of blue light beforehand. That was my presence, and I sent my soldiers into the war. They finished off the battle with ease.”

“I see... Oh! Where is Cëril? I haven’t seen him since the beginning of the battle."

Saradomin turned his head, looking down at the floor as if he was on the cusp of crying. He finally looked up and said, “Alas, you have my deepest apologies.”

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“What?! What are you talking about?” you asked in fury, with a hint of worry.

“I was watching you from the start, running into the battle. When you ran forward, and started to kill the zombies, Cëril was watching.”

“And…?”

“Well… a zombie crept up behind him and he was knocked down to the floor. He was giving quite a struggle.”

“So what happened?!” you asked angrily, tears starting to maneuver down your face. “What the hell happened?! Tell me!!”

“I… don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Damn it! I want an answer now!"

"I’m sorry. There was so much death over the course of the battle that I was focused on you the whole time.”

“But you knew! You knew that Cëril was my comrade! You knew all along…” At that, you burst into tears. “Tell me… please tell me. Tell me that Cëril is alive.”

“I can’t promise you that… I’m sorry.”

“No! He’s alive, I know it! He escaped!”

“He may have… I just don’t know. It’s beyond my reach at this point.”

“I swear on my name that I will find him. I will find him, no matter what it takes.”

“Alas, I cannot let you. You have already accepted my terms. War is on the brink of occurring! You must fulfill your duty to save Runescape, not search the continent for a friend!”

“But I have to!” you pleaded.

“I’ll come to an agreement. If you manage to gain the trusts of all mentioned races, I will send out my army across the land to search for Cëril. I promise.”

“Thank you…” you said gratefully. "That's all I could ever ask for."

“Well, time for you to complete the first half of the bargain!”

“Very well then, off I go!” you said as you ran out of the crystal kingdom, thinking about where in Runescape Cëril could be.

END OF CHAPTER 2.10.

END OF CHAPTER 2.

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Chapter 3.1: The Mallard.

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The crystal kingdom shimmered in the daytime sky. The dazzling sun gleamed in contrast to the cyan sky. Bulbous clouds hovered over the magnificent silver castle. However, the plethora of heat waves emitting from the sun made perspiration seep through pores in your skin. You stood on shimmering sand that blew with the light spring breeze.

When you looked back to take another look at the crystal kingdom, it was gone. It simply vanished into thin air!

Of course, this sudden change would not deter you from your path. Scrutinizing the surrounding area brought the sense of safeness of location; you were located in Al Kharid, a few yards away from the gem stall. You stood there, pondering. What race should be persuaded to join the army first? Gnomes, barbarians, dwarves, werewolves, and elves were the ones to choose from, but whom?

Gnomes would be too far away from your current location, which would clearly take them out of the picture for now. The barbarians would be ideal, but coming off such an intense battle wouldn’t be worth the probable battle persuasion needed. Werewolves would require even further persuasion: First to dissuade them from the ways of Zamorak, then to persuade them out of their hopeful neutrality to join The Alliance. The elves would probably be ideal, but their location is too distant as well. Therefore, that leaves the dwarves. Words echoed throughout your mind, as if your conscience was trying to tell you something. Suddenly, the words were brought to mind:

You stand there, watching the diminutive dwarf peer up to meet your intense gaze. Trails of tears line his face, due to the loss of the Dwarven mines. The front dwarf steps up and says, “They have destroyed our most prized possessions. They have destroyed the mines in which we have long used. The city is repairable, the mines are not. All those ores are now gone, and we are all on the verge of suicide. Zamorak should die!!”

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The figure that appeared to be Cëril then says, “We’re sorry to hear about it. I will make a promise. I…We will try our best to repair your mines. However, now we must go to Varrock and save the world from further destruction.”

The petite dwarf then approaches Cëril, grabs him by the shoulders, and says, “You should be praised with the highest of ore. If you ever repair our mines, you can have the dwarves’ trusts anytime. Whenever you are in need of help, call us dwarves. We will come and fight, anytime and anywhere.”

Of course! The dwarves promised to aid you if you repaired their mines! Therefore, the obvious solution would be through hard labor – repair the dwarves’ mine!
Manual labor wouldn’t exactly be a day at the beach, but at least it would be better than risking your life every single day of the year. You started to promenade forward, and out of the terrain of Al Kharid. You passed by the wondrous city of Varrock, and the violent village of barbarians. You passed by dwarves along the way, and after a brief period of time, you found yourself in Falador square. The recovery was going quite nicely.

The pallid tone of the magnificent brick walls on the exterior of the incredulous city was a beautiful sight to behold. The ground was newly paved a stone grey color. The shops were rebuilt and the people were thriving. However, beyond this, the Falador castle was still in complete ruins. The walls were still caved in, but there was something different from the usual look of the castle. You walked forward across the bridge, observing the young mallards following their parents to learn about the gift of life. The magnificent feathers glimmered in the shining sun; their eyes were beady with the reflection of the daytime sky. You paused for a minute and learned over the bridge to take some time to observe the mallard. What was the rush?

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The feathers were beautifully groomed back in an elegant style, shimmering with water laid out across them. Of course, this mallard was a symbol of youth and freedom. Just the thought of having such simplicity as an individual was mind-boggling. If only youth and freedom would wrap their temperate arms around you, shrouding you in memories…
Once you were finished, you sauntered forward into the courtyard of the smashed castle. There to greet you was a tall, white statue, with a picturesque statue of a white knight. It held its sword high in the air towards the blazing sun. Carved into it on the bottom were the words: “We remember.”

Tears started to swell up in your eyes. Why did everything have to be about death? Why was everything about killing and grief? This wasn't a fairytale, it was real. Books in the huge collection of Reldo’s library were littered with books about Runescape’s past. A familiar one came into your head with the title: “History Repeats Itself.”

It talked about different ways in Runescape’s history that the past became repetitive under different themes, such as treachery or liberation. Never did it forewarn these events. This killing was unrealistic; how could so many people be killed in such a short matter of days?

It all started simply, in those days of rigorous training…

***

“Come on! Work faster, you lazy idiot!”

“I’m trying daddy! I’m honestly trying!”

A tall figure of a man stood as a silhouette in the evening horizon. In front of him was a wheat sack, filled with hay. In front of him stood his only child, working like hell to please his father.

Freckles dotted the rough skin along the child’s face, and in his hands was a long scythe. The sleek metal of the blade reflected the image of a young farm boy working in the fields with a long scythe in his hands. He looked as if he could barely support it.

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The child swung the scythe, whipping it out with incredible speed. It struck the small sack with great force, and exploded in a puff of air and hay.

“You did it, son! You have a knack for this!”

The child puffed and said, “I really did well, didn't I, daddy?”

“Yes you did, son,” said the father.

“Did ya see the way that I put a lot of force into it?” asked the boy.

“Of course. You keep training like that, and you’ll hone your Reaping skill in no time.”

“Ya mean it?” asked the boy, his auburn eyes sparkling in the golden sun.

“I do. Keep it up, son,” said the father, walking into his bed for one last time.

Later that same day…

The child walked into the diminutive house located in the center of the fields. It was now dark, and the child was exhausted after working such long hours, training his Reaping skill. Everyone in Gielinor was training to hone their Reaping skill; they were all competing to be the best. Not only would the child become the best, but he would become a world-wide legend. If only he knew that to be true…

The house was quite small, but somehow, he and his father managed to live quite nicely. The boy missed his mother, with her identical eyes and curly auburn hair, like-wise to the boy’s appearance. He never really did get to see her, since she died giving birth to him. Therefore, his dad was all he had.

It was nighttime, and the energized moon was competing to outshine the envious stars in the wondrous domain of night. The pallid lunar glow shone through the window, creating a slight glare on the child’s face. The boy walked forward into the hallway, and turned to his right. He twisted the doorknob to say goodnight to his father. The door was locked.

Soft moaning was barely audible in the room.

“Daddy, you silly goose! Open the door!”

No response.

“Daddy?” the child asked again.

Silence.

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“Daddy, please open up!” the child said. Suddenly, the springs of the bed creaking was heard by the child. “Daddy, what’s happening in there?”

By then, the father was screaming. “Oh Saradomin, my freaking chest is on fire!!”

The child started to cry and twist the doorknob in a frantic motion.

“Daddy?! What’s wrong? Daddy!”

The violent shaking became louder. The screams became louder. It wasn’t a dream.

The child ran into the living room and grabbed the butcher's knife laid out on the antediluvian style of the counter. He grasped it in both hands, and ran back to the door of the father’s bedroom. He desperately stabbed at the door. Tears rolled out of his eyes. The screams started to get softer.

Then, he moved the knife lower and stabbed away at the doorknob. The dreadful sound of metal hitting metal echoed throughout the hall. Finally, the metal doorknob fell to the floor. The child rammed at the door.

The father laid there in his bed, his body trembling softly. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. The child ran over to him, and laid a hand on his chest. His heart wasn’t moving.

“Daddy? Daddy, wake up!!”

The father didn't respond.

“Daddy?! Answer me, daddy. Wake up!”

The father didn't give the slightest hint at moving.

“Daddy, please!”

Finally, the father’s lips gave a small twitch. Hardly moving his mouth at all, he whispered, “I’ll always love you, son.”

Then, the father passed away.

The paramedics later said that the strenuous work on the fields and his mental level of stress raised his cholesterol, resulting in a heart attack. However, the child wasn’t worried about any of that. He wanted his daddy. Now.

He then spent the rest of the night crying on his father’s dead body.

End of Chapter 3.1: The Mallard.

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