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He had a surprising amount of power, but Cëril recovered and stood up. He strung the arrow and shot it, and it hit Glendol in the stomach. He looked down to see an oozing liquid pour out of his torso, and it spilled upon the floor. He started to cackle, and laughed like a madman.

He ran forward, blood gushing out of his gut, still laughing maniacally. Another arrow was shot, hitting Glendol in the leg. He stumbled and fell to the floor, and started to have a massive seizure. He rolled around, spitting foam on the ground.

Cëril strung another arrow, and prepared to shoot it at his head. Laughing echoed throughout the mountains, sending shivers down Cëril’s spine. He released the arrow, and it exploded in a mist of crimson red, and Glendol’s head was no more.

The body started to roll around, making a gruesome sight of blood spilling out onto the rocky plateau. The body at last stopped moving, and Cëril stood there, paralyzed. He then whispered to himself, “That’s not what I planned! I was supposed to bring back Glendol to the council. What will they say when they found out I killed him?”

Cëril made his way back to the large building, and walked inside to the council room, to see all the council members looking up, surprised. The main one spoke and said, “Where is Glendol? You were supposed to bring him back with you!”

“It was me or his life! He attacked me, and I was forced to kill him,” responded Cëril.

“You were not elected a council member for nothing. Your mission wasn't to kill him, and there is no second chance for this. You deserve punishment, and you will be sentenced to the worst possible punishment.”

“For one simple missed mission?”

“Yes! We needed Glendol, and we depended on you. Killing him made you the madman that he was. You will receive the punishment that he would have received, the worst an elf can ever become unfortunate enough to come across.”

“You don’t mean…”

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“You, Cëril, council member of the Elvish lands, are hereby banished from the Elvish lands!!”

Cëril broke out into tears, and was escorted out by two muscular guards. They brought him to the gates, and they were opened.

They roughly threw him out, flying out into the dirt of the outside world, isolated. He crawled away on his knees, his inner mind ripped to shreds in shame.

A guard walked over and kicked him in the ribs, making him flop to the floor, crying in misery. The guards slammed the gates shut, and Cëril lie there in pain, crying for the rest of that dark, dismal night.


Everything started to become a blur in your eyes, and the vision was sped up to yet another scene. Cëril trudged along the dirt near the Outpost, miserably thinking about his past experiences.

It was dark at night, and wolves howled in the distance. Yellow eyes became visible throughout the darkness of the night. Suddenly, a wolf leapt out and attacked the silhouette of Cëril, pouncing atop his chest.

Cëril tried to heave him off, but he was too heavy. The wolf scratched at his eyes, tearing them out. The empty-eyed abyss of his eye sockets stared into the darkness, and the wolf continued to bite and scratch at his innards. He was ripped to shreds, and was left to die on that cold, lonely, winter night.


Cëril woke up in Zamorak’s lair, where a much younger form of Zamorak sat upon his throne. Zamorak spoke with force, “Cëril, you would be of much use to me. Join me, and together we will be able to create a monstrous force, and be able to take over the world of Gielnor!”

“Why should I accept your offer?” Cëril asked.

“Ha! If you dare choose to not accept my offer, I will trap you here, forever. That is a fate worse than death, and should you be unfortunate enough to choose that path, I promise you that I will stick to that. So, your decision time has come.

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Either say no and be left to rot in the deep chasm of my realm, or choose to be the ultimate Reaper of all time!”
“So either I become an all powerful “Reaper” as you say, or be left to rot here? I believe that I must accept your offer, however much I despise you.”

“I figured that you would be wise. Now, here is the Death Scythe,” said Zamorak as he handed Cëril the scythe. Cëril clutched it in his hands and started to shake, and fell to the floor in a similar reaction to you.

He fell on walls, tripped over himself, and acted like a total madman for quite a long period of time. At last, he regained his common sense and stood up, and yelled, “You at least could have warned me!”

“Ah, but that would have spoiled the fun, wouldn't it?”

You wince, thinking of when Zamorak said the same thing to you.

“There is one minor condition, however,” said Cëril.

“And what would that be?” Zamorak asked.

“Well, being the Reaper obviously means that I must kill others, but there is one thing I am quite afraid of. I know all about the world of the Death Zone from elders in my village, but I have one concern. Should I go to the Death Zone, I will eventually have to reap Elvish souls too. That is something I cannot do. I refuse to be a traitor against my own race, despite the fact that I’m already thought of as one.”

“That should not be a problem. The elves are already dead, and will not recognize you. Simple as that!” Zamorak said quickly, with a bit of haste.

“But wouldn’t that mean…”

“No, let’s drop this conversation.”

“That’s because you don't want to give in!”

“Silence! A minute elf like you should not dare talk back to someone of such high authority as me. I chose you because you were strong-willed. You have some darkness inside you, everybody does. Especially you, I sense a strong power in you. To be a Reaper, some requirements must be met. Obviously you must be dead.

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When I found you on that winter night, I brought you into my lair and you were left unconscious for a few hours. I’d been previously watching you, and I know that you have the potential to be one of the greatest Reapers of all time.”
“Well then I accept your offer, and I will reap my first soul to my best ability.”

“Thank you for accepting my offer.”

Cëril was transported out of the lair by Zamorak via magic, and was left in the Death Zone, in Lumbridge. Suddenly, everything was becoming blurry, and the flashback was moved up to another scene, where you see Cëril in a rush, quickly darting away from the city.

Zamorak then spoke in your head, “This is the last part of what I have to show. As you can see, Cëril has a lot to him. Prior to this, Cëril reaped his first soul and was driven insane by the pressure.

He went mad, and attempted to run away. He quickly dropped my scythe, and attempted to run away. I was watching him, and he was a great Reaper. However, his emotions got the best of him and I saw how he attempted to run away. I sent a Dragonkin after him, and here it resumes.”

Cëril scrambled away, a colossal Dragonkin flying high above him. The Dragonkin swooped down with its claws, attempting to kill Cëril. The elf just jumped out of the way with success, and continued to dart away.

He jumped over a fence with much athleticism and hid in the many pieces of grain that were laid out on the farm. The Dragonkin swooped over, attempting to smell his scent.

When the Dragonkin came closer, Cëril jumped away without being noticed into the lumber mill. The Dragonkin looked about, but could find no trace of Cëril. It flew back into the sky, and Cëril had gotten away.

“As you can see, Cëril has some of the best talents in the world. He is athletic, skilled in archery, and clearly a very good Reaper, maybe one of the best of all times. He truly does have potential, and I wanted him. He ran away and escaped, and we now have hold of him!”

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“You can’t do this! I was befriending him when you stepped in the way! I can’t be separated from someone who saved my life. I refuse to allow you to be able to take that away from me!” you scream.

“You dare refuse my orders?!”

“I’m not scared, I will not be your Reaper if you don’t let him go.”

Zamorak froze and stared at you harshly, his face pale white. You then say, “If you don’t let him go, I’ll break the scythe.”

You held the scythe in two hands, and prepared to snap it at the slightest move of Zamorak. Zamorak then spoke, “Treachery is taken even worse than the elves. If you dare try to rebel against me, I will hunt you down.
I will send my soldiers all over the land, and my Dragonkin will send a siege over the world of Runescape. I will hunt you down should you decide to run away, like the coward Cëril.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you respond.

“Try me. It’s your decision, why not take a risk? Either you stop this madness and remain as my official Reaper, but we kill Cëril for his treason-like ways, or you will both be killed. It’s one or the other, so make your decision.”

“I…I…”

“Yes...Yes!” Zamorak’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“I refuse!”

You dash about, avoiding any guards coming in your way. “Seize him!” Zamorak screamed to his guards. Guards came running forward, creating a pool of red chainmail. The lair was in chaos.

The Dragonkin circled about, and the soliders clashed at you trying to swing their axes to decapitate you. You ran with the Reaper’s scythe, and ran towards the chained Cëril.

Despite the guards following, you persisted to try to remove the chains from the elf’s arms. You swung the Death Scythe high over your head and slashed forward, breaking the chain in half.

You did the same for each chain that was connected to a limb, and took Cëril by one hand and yanked him away from an oncoming axe.

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You dashed about, trying to get out of the void of Zamorak’s castle. This was a chaotic escape mission, but anything was better than allowing Zamorak to slay your best friend. You ran about and Cëril followed, avoiding swords and axes that tried to swing down upon your heads. You found a door and ran out, into the red carpeted hallways of Zamorak’s castle. You ran into a room, and locked the door, not allowing any guards to see. The guards ran past the room, and you breathed a sigh of relief. With a bit of a laid-back and cool persona, you opened the door and turned around the corner. A guard stood there, axe high over his head. “No one escapes Zamorak’s castle,” said the guard. You and Cëril stood there helplessly watching as an axe was about to chop down upon your skull.

END OF CHAPTER 2.4

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Chapter 2.5: Escape

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You and Cëril stood there helplessly watching as an axe was about to chop down upon your skull. All of a sudden, Cëril leaped out in front of you, and held his bow in front of him.

The axe clashed with the bow, sending splinters of wood flying across the room. The man had a grimace on his face, and he was straining to push down upon the bow. Cëril had much strength and pushed with both hands on the bow, attempting to retaliate with equal force. It was a contest of strength, and one would prevail over the other.

The battle became heavy with brute force, both of them pushing to their full strength. You stood there watching in your normal human form, watching carefully as the upper hand swayed from one to the other.

Their biceps bulged through their shirts, and Cëril’s bow started to bend a bit. His axe started coming closer to the elf's neck, and it was right at his Adam’s apple. Cëril’s face grew red with blood and pressure as the axe came closer and closer. Cëril then leaped out of the way, and the man’s axe fell to the floor because of the momentum.

The axe was lodged in the ground, in the rough oak floor. Cëril smiled harshly and picked up his bow and knocked down an arrow.

The man started to plead helplessly and tried to hastily pick his axe out of the floor. “Goodbye!” said Cëril as he let the arrow fly and it hit the man in the shoulder. His face grew pale and he started to bleed, the arrow stuck in his red chain mail.

He started to spew blood over the floor, making a crimson red feel to the dark, paranormal, and hostile home of Zamorak. He gasped for air, and his face became wrapped in visible, purple veins. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he was no more. He fell to the floor in a heap of blood and gore, and you and Cëril ran off.

You ran to and fro, avoiding any oncoming guards. You then walked out of the hallway into a huge room with many staircases flowing off toward other rooms.

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The gaping center had a tremendously large rug, and was marked with the evil symbol of Zamorak. From behind you, you could hear shouts and the glow of ruby in the background. Soon, soldiers came into view, and you and Cëril gave each other a quick look. “What are we going to do?! We’re trapped on a huge platform about fifty feet from the ground! The fall would kill us, we can’t jump!” you say.

“Ah yes, but you’d be surprised at the possibilities you can explore with a bow and arrow.”

“Don’t speak in riddles! We have to hurry!” you exclaim.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ve been in much worse situations than this,” said Cëril.

Cëril looked toward the direction of a large tapestry that hung about on the wall, held on by a large string. The string was very long and thick, ideal for being able to walk upon…

Cëril ran towards the string and ripped it off the tapestry, making a flurry of soldiers come crashing down under the weight of the giant piece of cloth. Cëril took the string and attached it to an arrow.

He knocked down the arrow and shot it toward a large chandelier on the ceiling. It was stuck in the large ornament, and the string became straight. Cëril leaped on top of the banister and with careful and nimble feet, walked across the tightrope. He then jumped off and hung onto the chandelier, and swung back and forth.

When his momentum was full, he leaped about ten feet to another platform, grasping the edge of it. He scaled his way up, and made it to the other side of the room.

From across the room you yelled, “I can’t do that! I can barely leap three feet let alone that distance! There has to be another way.”

The elf then responded by saying, “Don’t worry, if I was creative enough to make it across, so can you. Think of your surroundings and your belongings, what can you use to get across?”

“The only thing I have is the Death Scythe!”

“Then it is essential that you use that.”

“But…but…”

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Cëril smiled and said, “There are guards behind you, make up your mind quickly."

You then screamed and leapt off the banister and held the scythe high over your head. You swirled around in midair to make contact with the wall, and the blade lodged itself in it. You then started to scale the wall with much athleticism.

It was quite tedious and a challenge, yet you were determined to prevail. You could see the guards on the platform watching, hoping that you would fall. With the scythe in the wall, you yanked it out and swiftly planting it about a foot to your left, gaining very little distance. You kept going, and your palms became sweaty.

You felt your hands start to slip, and your grasp soon became empty. You started to fall, and you screamed the way down.

"No!" Cëril screamed.

You continued falling, when a strange occurrence took place. The Death Scythe started to vibrate in the wall, and started to twist about.

It was maneuvering itself out of the wall and after much twisting and turning, it flew out. It soared toward you, and entered itself in your grasp. You looked up at the ceiling, watching your life flash before your eyes.

Then you looked down and saw about ten feet left before you plummeted to your death. Suddenly, you stopped, and hung onto the scythe tightly. The scythe was above you, and you held on to it to avoid falling the remaining distance. The scythe started to fly upwards and away, onto the balcony on which Cëril stood.

“I see you found a way,” said Cëril and gave a quick smile.

“Not me, it was my scythe,” you respond.

“Ah, not quite. As a former reaper, I know why your scythe saved you. Your conscience had been screaming for something to pull you upwards, which sent the message toward the scythe.

The scythe received it and saved you. It doesn’t have a mind of its own however. Perhaps you remember Zamorak mentioning that this was like no other scythe.

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This scythe had the power to reap others with ease, and also to fly. With this ability, the scythe picked up your signal and flew above, saving your life. Perhaps now you should help us out of here,” said Cëril.

“Yes, but how?” you ask.

“Simple. Fly upwards, into the nighttime sky! Follow me and grab the scythe, make sure you hold on tight.”

At that, you both grasped the scythe very tightly, the tendons of your wrists bulging from the pressure. “Now, command the scythe to fly,” said Cëril.

“Fly!” you scream.

The scythe started to shake yet again, and at last, flew upwards, carrying Cëril and you up into the sky. Above was a glass covering, normally shielding the castle from attacks. “Brace yourself!” screamed Cëril.

You continued to rise and smashed into the glass dome, sending smithereens of glass come shattering upon the floor.

The echo ran throughout the dimensions of the realm, and you could hear Zamorak screaming, down below. The nighttime sky was all you saw, as stars twinkled before your eyes. You soared above the horizon and beyond, observing the striking sky.

However, the landscape wasn’t as pleasing. Below were hordes of skeletons and zombies on cragged mountains. The ground was cracked and had a gaping hole in the middle, splitting across the entire mountainous land as if an earthquake was about to occur, and the fault line ran up into the horizon.

The scythe took you up and away, into the vast unknown. The realm was endless, and you were busy observing the firmament when you heard flapping behind you.

You look back to see a flock of Dragonkin coming your way, their red wings flapping and echoing throughout the landscape.

“Quick! I’ll hold them off, just be sure to steer the scythe, don’t let it rise forever!” screamed Cëril.

With your mind, you tried to steer the scythe, and you sent it into a vertical position. “Not that way! Turn it horizontally so we may sit upon it!

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