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You humans have such blunt minds don’t you? Quickly, think with your mind, isolate yourself. Nothing else is happening around you, concentrate… concentrate…”

You listened to his instructions and focused upon the scythe, ignoring everything else around you. The scythe continued to fly upwards, and you blocked out all that may distract you from your thoughts.

You strained yourself trying and your head started to hurt. Everything started to go blurry, yet you kept trying. “Come on! You may have great physical strength but your mental strength is weak! You humans have simple minds, you do. Elves focus not only on archery and physical strength, but great mental strength as well, which is going to be essential in your future.”

You could barely hear him, and continued to block out everything. The Dragonkin propelled itself forward, smashing its wing into the scythe. The scythe shook and flipped itself over, making it a huge propeller in the sky. You flipped again and again and felt yourself getting nauseous.

The scythe was your target of your thoughts, nothing else. Suddenly, the scythe began to quiver and you regained control of it. It went into a horizontal position and you were able to sit upon it. “Yes!” you screamed in excitement.

The Dragonkin were catching up, and you started to hastily move the scythe forward. One Dragonkin started to fly forward and tried to rake its claws on your scythe. You leaned to the left side, making the scythe follow suit. Clouds sheathed you, making you invisible for a short moment.

When you flew out of the clouds, the Dragonkin followed. You maneuvered to the right, making a complete circle in the air to avoid the Dragonkin’s attack. The battle had become completely aerial, and you struggled to keep the scythe flying. “Descend! The Dragonkin is attacking from above!” screamed Cëril.

You leaned forward, and the scythe dove downward, and started to rapidly spin.

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Everything became a huge kaleidoscope, a huge array of colors flashed before your eyes. “Don’t crash! Lean back!”

You did as told and were just able to avoid the upcoming ground, soaring about a foot above it. The Dragonkin followed suit and was barely above the rocky ground.

Cëril then stood up and knocked down an arrow. He stood atop the round-handled scythe, struggling to keep his balance. He shot the arrow and it hit the Dragonkin in the forehead.

It clutched its head in pain and fell to the floor, rolling and tumbling, scratching itself on the rocky ground. It landed finally, outstretched with its mouth gaping, dead. There were two more Dragonkin with fierce looks on their faces, swiftly chasing after you.

One Dragonkin moved forward and grabbed the end of the scythe. You attempted to shake it off by moving to the left and making a full twist in mid-air, and the Dragonkin lost its grip. It fell to the ground, making a tremendous crater where it landed. “Two down, one to go,” said Cëril.

The last Dragonkin followed after you, and you maneuvered the scythe toward the giant rift in the middle of the area.

You flew down, narrowly missing jagged rocks along the sides of the hole. The crack got even tighter, making it nearly too narrow for the Dragonkin to follow. Suddenly, the Dragonkin screamed, releasing a shriek to be heard all across the area.

You look back to see the Dragonkin clutching its wing. The wing was trapped in a spike on the wall, leaving a gaping hole with green liquid oozing out of the center. The Dragonkin managed to free itself, but to no prevail. It flapped its broken wing rapidly, but it could not fly. It fell expeditiously to the ground below, into the abyss and beyond.

You came to a slow stop with the scythe, and continued to descend until you reached the end. When at long last you did, it was nearly pure black at the end of the pit.

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You could just make out the big hole in the far wall on the right side. You then said to the silhouette of Cëril, “I see a big hole in the wall over there; I believe that’s the way out.”

“There’s no use not to try, dare we go in?”

“I believe we should,” you reply.

You both approached the hole, and walked inside. All of a sudden, you saw a huge flash of light for a split second, and you ended up in a gigantic void. It looked a lot like outer space, with a black color around you and a slight tinge of red.

There were purple portals scattered around the place, and you assumed that they led to different realms. You approached one, and it gave a bit of the scenery of the world that was inside. You also noticed that you were hovering in mid-air, and you look down to see bottomless a bottomless void. “I do believe that we’ve entered the space between worlds,” said Cëril.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there are numerous worlds, planets, and realms in our universe, and Gielnor is just one of them. I suppose that this is the void that will allow us to go to any realm we choose, and in this case, we should go to Gielnor.”

Cëril and you looked about for Gielnor, when you stumbled upon one portal that was showing the scenery of the vast grasslands in the northwest, the incredible desert in the southeast, the gloomy and green scenery of Morytania and the northeast, and the home city of Lumbridge.

“This must be the place. But before we go, I want you to realize that Zamorak’s soldiers aren’t only located in his lair, his minions are scattered in all realms. If we go back there, we may end up straight in one of Zamorak’s traps or locations for his wicked men,” said Cëril.

“I understand, but what other choice do we have?”

“None, which is why we must take the risk. Arm your weapons brother, we must go.”

At that, you looked at each other and nodded, and leaped into the portal, off into the unknown.

END OF CHAPTER 2.5

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Chapter 2.6: Discussion

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You leaped through the portal, and everything went black. Everything was a midst of darkness, confusion everywhere.

You shout, “Cëril! Are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

Then, everything started to glow a bright blue, and the light was almost blinding. It immediately penetrated the black, and suddenly the world of Gielnor was set around you. The grassy plains, the tall trees, everything was back to normal.

“Where are we?” you ask.

“I do believe that we’re near the city of Catherby.”

“Phew, we’re safe.”

“Yeah, for once,” Cëril replied, and you both broke up in laughter. Once you regained your breath, you spoke. “What do we do now?

"I’m honestly not sure. Zamorak’s soldiers are sure to be after us now, searching the world of Gielnor probably wreaking havoc over the major cities looking for us. I suppose that we should save the citizens.”

“Can’t they defend themselves? The soldiers wouldn’t do them any harm, they’ll be looking for us,” you say.

“Ah, you’d be surprised at what Zamorak would command his soldiers to do. They’ll start to kill innocent civilians just to get answers from them to find out our location.”

“So is it our duty to try to save every single major city in Runescape from these monstrosities?"

"Yes, but do please say Gielnor.”

“Why? Isn’t the world called Runescape?” you ask.

“Ah, you humans don’t know yet.”

“What? Us humans don’t know what?”

“The world is called Runescape. This entire space of land is not Runescape. It is a continent that makes up the major world of Runescape. This continent is called Gielnor,” said Cëril.

“Do you mean to say that there are more lands other than Runesc- I mean Gielnor?” you ask.

“Why of course! There are countless other small islands scattered across the world, you’d be surprised at what you can find.

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There’s a multitude of strange creatures in Gielnor, but there is a plethora of odd creatures scattered across these islands.”

“But* There are only islands? No other continents?” you asked.

“Of course not. There are three major continents in the world of Runescape. One is Gielnor, the one that we are standing upon right now. Each land has a specific fighting style, as you probably don’t know. As you can see, we fight with our entire body. We secure armor all over our bodies, and have a shield and weapon in each hand. Therefore, we are the continent of ‘Complete Body,’ as we focus on every part of our bodies, such as our legs, arms, and other fighting styles. We use the standard weapon and shield, which would be considered very strange compared to other lands.”

“I know about Gielnor, tell me about the other continents,” you said.

“Ha! You humans are very curious. I’m surprised you never learned this. I suppose you humans don’t even know about it. Alright, I’ll continue. The next continent is called Hao-Sung, also known as the ‘Eastern Lands.’ This land focuses on the ‘Bare arms,’ and I must say, they are a very strange group. They train with nothing, except their clothes, body, and mind. There is no armor, no weapons, and no shields. They train simply with bare hands. Their wars are a marvelous sight, despite the fact that there are thousands dying. Actually, now that I think about it, it's quite gruesome actually. They fight in hand-to-hand combat, using only punches and kicks. It may sound weak, but you would be surprised how strong they are. Their athleticism, swift movements, and nimble feet are incredibly powerful.”

“That’s amazing! Tell me about the last continent.”

“The last continent is quite an odd one too. The continent is called Ashgar, which focuses on the mind,” said Cëril.

“On the mind? How can you fight by using your mind?” you asked.

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“It’s an incredible feat, I have no clue how they were able to do it. You humans have a spell known as ‘telegrab.’ This can be used by the Ashgar people, but requires no runes. Their minds can simply grab an object and move it to their liking. They have trained their minds to extreme endurance, yet doing such wonders depletes the stamina of the mind. Having no stamina in the mind is an incredibly dangerous thing, which can kill you instantly.
However, with that great risk comes great power. This power allows them to pick up a gigantic boulder and hurl it at the enemy. They have a variety of moves that are devastating. However, like the Hao-Sung people, they use no weapons or armor. They are an incredibly powerful people, and their land is known as the ‘northern lands’ to us. The Achilles Heel, as you may say, is their location in the cold Northern Lands.
It’s an incredibly cold continent, up north. It’s constantly snowing, which can dim the mind to very low stamina. Despite this, they somehow still manage to train. One thing I’ve always dreamed of doing which has never been done is going to all three continents and mastering their styles. The possibilities of doing this would be endless!”

When Cëril mentioned mastering all three styles, thoughts ran into your mind about becoming the ultimate fighter, almost a god. The possibilities really were endless.

“However, if that power came into the wrong hands, the effects could be devastating,” Cëril said.

You grimaced, thinking of the power someone would have by conquering Runescape with all three styles.

“Thank you for informing me of this, for it's all very interesting to know, however, we must go back to the topic. You said that Zamorak would probably strike at all of the major cities. Which cities would these be?”

“Well, simply thinking of course, the major cities would be: Falador, Varrock, and Ardougne.”

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“Then where shall we start?”

“I suppose we are closest to Falador, so let’s start there.”

The two of you walked along the riverbank of Catherby, observing the young adventurers that were training in the art of fishing. When you came to a monsterous snow-covered mountain filled with wolves, you looked in the direction of Cëril.

“Shouldn’t we save our energy for saving Falador, rather than trying to run past some wolves?”

“Not to worry, I’ll just grapple onto the ledge.”

Cëril whipped out a grapple and attached it to a rope. He launched it, and it hooked onto the ledge. He climbed up the rope with ease.

“There’s no need for you to climb, as I believe you would be too heavy, and from what I’ve noticed, not too nimble,” said Cëril with a chuckle.

“It’s alright, I’ll just use the scythe. Fly!” you command.

The scythe flew up and you grasped onto its handle. It lifted you to the edge of the cliff and you landed softly on the ground. You continued on your route to Falador, by passing through the druidic city of Taverley. In the distance, you saw some glowing red and orange flames over the tall white gates of Taverley.

“Oh Saradomin no!" said Cëril.

“I don’t believe it,” you said.

“Quickly, run!” said Cëril.

You ran with full speed, to get a full view of the city of Falador. What you saw was horrifying. The walls were crumbling apart, and there were adventurers running about, being chased by Zamorak’s soldiers in their red chain mail.

The Falador White Knight castle was up in flames, and the whole city was thrown into complete chaos. Dragonkin circled the area, breathing fire upon innocent adventurers. The rotting corpses of adventurers littered the ground, their burning flesh sending a noisome stench throughout the city. The entire city smelled of a simple word. Death.

END OF CHAPTER 2.6

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Chapter 2.7: The Savior

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The entire city smelled of a simple word. Death. Blazing bodies rolled around on the floor, as the fire raged across their bodies.

They rolled around and threw their hands up in the air in desperate attempts to get somebody to save them. No one came. It was clear that the heroes of the day would have to be Cëril and you.

You stood there, watching the people die. Why couldn’t you save them? Thoughts swam through your head. You were petrified, standing in the middle of the mayhem of Falador, watching as the area was slowly being driven to chaos. Screams were heard everywhere, from the innards of every single bank, store, and building. People were running into the mines of the dwarves, hoping to find some way to protect their lives. Finally, Cëril broke the silence between you two.

With a grave expression on his face, the elf said, "It appears that we have some work to do."

“We must act quickly, before any more lives are lost. That wretched snake Zamorak must die!”

“Then let us hurry, we don’t have time to waste.”

Suddenly, there were hordes of skeletons being summoned upon the ground, moving diabolically throughout the city, knocking down walls, killing adventurers, and wreaking havoc. They started to pour into the Dwarven mines, filling up the hiding place adventurers held with their lives.

“They’re pouring into the mines! We have to save them!” Cëril exclaimed.

“No. You have to save them,” you say.

“What?! You have just as much authority as I do! You must help save these innocent civilians!

“I have my own business to take care of,” and your eyes squint, a daring look on your face.

“What are you looki…” Cëril trailed off as he looked up to meet your gaze. He stared at the figure floating above the Falador White Knight castle, staff in hand, shooting fire at the fortress.

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"That’s…Iban!!” Cëril exclaimed.

“This is my call of duty. I must kill him, and that will show him that I mean business. You focus on getting into the Dwarven mines and helping those adventurers. I’ll save the castle and fight Iban."

“Agreed.”

Cëril dashed toward the mines, running out of the gates of Falador, since he had to take an indirect route into the mines as to not run into the skeletons. As he did so, you stood there and stared at the wreckage that Iban was creating. You dash towards the castle, hoping for the showdown with one of Zamorak's followers that you've always imagined.

“Come on! I have to run faster!”

Cëril dashed toward the mine and ran up the hill, and getting to the Dwarven Mine entrance. His athleticism allowed a spectacular performance as he practically slid down the ladder. He leapt off the ladder and landed on the ground. He dashed about in the mines, leaping over any obstacles in his way. Finally, he found the adventurers huddled up in a corner with a horde of skeletons heading their way.
“It’s time to break some bones…”

You stood there, watching the helpless fortress crumbling to the ground. The fires lit the city ablaze, the swirling inferno becoming a torrent of pain and misery. You ran inside the castle, and climbed the staircase to the second floor.

There you saw a horrific sight. There was a pair of Zamorak soldiers, clubs in hands, beating Sir Vyvin again and again. Blood was spilling out of his mouth. One eye was bruised so badly, it was turning completely red.

That eye was staring out into space, helplessly watching as he was bashed again and again across his body. His other eye was in a wonderland, helplessly moving side to side as if by instinct.

His hands were extremely swollen, and one was starting to turn a blackish tone. His legs were bleeding tremendously as well.

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From his face spewed the most blood, where the wrinkles of his broken nose stood out. His beard was soiled in blood, as he was gasping for breath. They continued to hit him again and again, and at one of the blows, he fell on his knees to the floor.

You stood there helplessly watching as the horrific sight became a bloody mess of a killing site, petrified with fear. He gagged and started to choke, but thoughts rummaged through your head. You knew that if you saved him, the injuries would carry on for the rest of his life. He would be a mess, hardly being able to walk, and he would probably lose his job as head of Falador, since a cripple can’t rule a land.

You stood there, thinking about the situation. You finally came to a dreadful decision. Letting him die would put him out of his misery.

His bloodshot eye gazed up, looking at you. In a cold, lifeless, and raspy voice he spoke; “So….glad to see... you… Forget about... me…” He coughed up a splotch of blood, spilling out on the tiles. “You must save Falador. You…are…the savior.”

At that, the club hit him so hard in the head that his bloodshot eye popped out of its socket, hanging from its eye stalk, attached to his hollow, black eye socket. He hit the ground with a thump, and the ruler of Falador was no more.

The adventurers must be saved. Cëril ran forward and whipped out his bow. He knocked an arrow and shot it, and it became lodged in a skeleton's skull. With a shriek, it fell down on its knees and fell apart in a mess of bones.

A skeleton crept up behind him and grabbed him with full force. Its cold, lifeless body made Cëril shiver. He then knocked another arrow, and took a wild shot backwards. He made a full turn to look at the skeleton with an arrow lodged in between its eyes, and it fell helplessly to the floor. Cëril ran, and leaped on top of a stone full of iron ore.

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