"The man that you were after was from a world we like to call Gielinor. A world of fantasy. Dragons, goblins, elves, the works! He was somehow able to come to your world. He needed a way to get back though. He found his way and completed the ritual. Listen here...I want you to use this to your advantage and go to Gielinor and save us! Save the world!"
"What?! No! I have a life here, a life I bui-"
"If you do not do this then once Gielinor is destroyed so will your world! I am not joking! I was like the man in the red cloak, I somehow ended up here as well and tried so hard to get back. Once I knew how to do so I decided I was better off here. I'm not...But you can save us from a war that is supposed to happen during the Sixth Age. Please do this, if not for me then do it for the millions in my world...Do it for the countless children, do it for the people in your world too!"
Clarke stood still and thought for a minute. He stared towards the ceiling and noticed it was being slowly torn away only to reveal a giant purple portal in the sky as it hummed a beautiful tone. "You said there were dragons right?"
"Tons. Oh my word...Tons."
Clarke remembered when his mother would read him fairy tale stories as a kid, the cliche ones where a knight would rescue the princess from the dragons lair. He never believed those fairy tales existed until this very day when he stood under the giant portal to those exact fairy tales. "My life is boring anyway. Do this, do that. Arrest him, arrest her. Book them. book him, book her. I want to ask you this. Why am I the one to save your world?"
"Because I prophesized your arrival...So did our creator Guthix. Now, are you going to help us or not?"
"Fine! What do I do anyway, just chant some mumbo jumbo or some shit?" Clarke asked.
"Just close your eyes. Close them and clear your mind. Once you open them you will be in our world."
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