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» Prologue -- Battle for the Key «
Two men had their swords locked like vipers. They pushed as if pushing boulders, back and forth to see which would give into defeat first. They were in a large cavern, on a platform high above the darkness below.
“Give me the key!” shouted Arasis, pushing harder than he had all the battle. His iron scimitar began rubbing against Tregal’s bronze two handed sword, making a screeching sound, and Arasis could hear Tregal slightly groan. Arasis smiled coldly with satisfaction.
“I’ll *never* let a fool have the key!” retorted Tregal. Tregal then slashed upwards, ripping apart the lock of swords as if it were parchment. Tregal drew a key made from tin and copper, and he threw it into the air. It seemed as if the key were screaming because it was so terrified as it soared into the air and back down.
“NO!* boomed Arasis with hatred so deep a great fire burned in his heart. Arasis raised his sword and ran forward. In a single motion, he swung his sword forward and Tregal’s head fell to the ground... almost.
Tregal kicked Arasis in the chest which knocked him to the ground. Then Tregal started to sprint towards the stairs, but he did*’t get far because Arasis grabbed his ankles and tripped him. Tregal rolled down the steps, over head and heels. When he was finally at the bottom his lips were bleeding.
Arasis slowly descended down the steps with deep hatred. Every beat of Tregal’s heart beat was like a drum being hit with a club.
“You...,” said Arasis with hatred still in his voice.
“The treasure does not belong to someone as evil as you! I will never tell you what you want!” said Tregal, trying to pick himself up. But every time he tried, Arasis stepped on his chest, making his muscles tighten up and making him fall back.

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“Then you will die!* screamed Arasis, and he raised his iron scimitar to slash Tregal’s head off.
As wounded as he was, Tregal made a swift movement and rolled to the side; and the scimitar skid across his face diagonally. Tregal then howled in pain, and kicked Arasis in rage, sending him flying a foot before he hit the stairs once again. The scar in Tregal’s face cut deep into his head, and for a moment, Arasis thought he saw the warrior’s brain.
Arasis retreated up to wider ground, and Tregal followed, and the battle began once more.
“You know Arasis,” said Tregal, smiling coldly. “We are in the Cavern of Transportation.”
“So?” sneered Arasis, and then it hit him. “The key has been transported,” he said worriedly and blankly.
“Wrong,” Tregal said simply. “It’s behind you.” Tregal then pointed behind Arasis, and the man spun around to look at the bronze key.
In a swift motion, Tregal had his massive sword slicing the air apart, wishing it were something so he could hear it tear like the sound of flesh being cut with the blade.
Arasis spun around just in time to intercept the blow, and he sliced to the side, and Tregal’s sword followed it. Tregal did*’t realize the trick – and lost grip of the handle.
The sword began sliding across the floor, making a grinding sound as the blade scraped against it. It even made faint tracks impaled in the ground. The sword then skidded to a halt, half on the platform, and half on the air. And the air was winning. The sword toppled into the darkness, and a bubble appeared and an image appeared. A man was walking across a field. Then the blade struck the man straight through the head.

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That was the problem with this cavern. If you were transporting things, sometimes it wouldn’t work the way you wanted to. You had to say somebody’s name to transport it to them gingerly, and if you don’*, it will appear from the sky with absolutely no warning and hit some random person unlucky enough to be in the object*s path.
“You... you have beaten me,” said Tregal bluntly with disbelief. He had just been beaten by some nobody.
“And now I will kill you and take the key and find the treasure. As soon as I kill each and every one of you.”
“You won’t *dare* kill the Three Kings,” said Tregal in fury. His friends had just been threatened. Of course, *he* was going to die; but the other two wouldn’*. It would be impossible to kill them in their castles.
“But I would, and I will,” said Arasis smugly. “As soon as I kill you.”
Without warning, Tregal drew his dagger and stabbed it into Arasis’s leg, and he howled in agony. Quickly, Tregal leapt to the side and dove for the key. He then ran for the ledge, holding the key.

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“William Goldrider,” he said calmly, and he dropped the key into the depths of darkness.
“NO!” boomed Arasis; and a sword pierced through Tregal’s back and heart. Then blood started flowing to his mouth.
“Lumbridge Graveyard,” said Arasis, and he ripped his sword out of Tregal’s back, and fluid and organs began dripping out of his body like water out of a dumped bucket.
The body of Tregal, the King of Kandarin, fell into darkness; and an image appeared in a bubble. There was a stone table, and Tregal was peacefully resting on it.
With satisfaction and disappointment, Arasis left down the stairs, where blood still tainted the ground, and left through the door and out into the wild once more.
He had failed, and would not be the founder of the Legacy of the Three Kings, and someone else would find it, and he, his memory would be trashed and his risk would never be noticed.
» End of Prologue «

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» Chapter One -- Encounter with the Bully «
1000 years later
~!~!~
Today was another typical day in Draynor Village. Everybody was gossiping to one another, telling tales of something barbaric that was completely false.
This was why Dallion stayed away from the village. He liked the location of his house and was thankful for it. He lived at the top of the hill, overlooking Draynor and having a nice view of the borders beyond.
Dallion was like a bird; if you looked from him at the point of the town’s center. There was a big boulder, more like a stage; at the top of the hill, where he sat perched like an eagle.
Bushes rustled everywhere in the forest behind the boy; but he was used to it. For twelve years, all his life, he had lived in that very house on the hill in front of the forest, and the rustles of bushes enchanted Dallion’s dreams all the time.
Nothing interesting was happening at town from his point. Except one thing. Dallion couldn’t mistake those muscles. It was that no good *Trey* with all the girls in the market.
Trey was the town’s bully and ladies man. Nobody helped him bully; but one thing Dallion was jealous of was Trey’s popularity with the town’s girls. They all giggled at the sight of his muscles. This had happened much more than once. Sometimes, when Dallion’s mother had forced him to go into town and socialize, Trey had shown off his muscles and gave him the *I’m-hotter-than-you* stare.
He was surrounded by every single teenage girl in the town. Dallion could barely make out Trey's massive arm, pointing at Matt in the corner, reading the book he had been reading for a week.
Matt was Dallion’* best friend and he had known him for seven summers. He really took an interest in reading, which Dallion admired. Dallion himself also liked reading. Matt was looking at the book called “Delrith: Destruction of Varrock”. He was entranced by it, and for hours Dallion had been forced to sit through a review of how good it was.

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Trey marched upon Matt, the girls behind him.
“Why now?* asked Dallion from his rock as he leapt off it and trudged down the hill. He could make out Trey say, “Look, your loser twin is coming as well. It’s time to bash some heads.” At this, the girls giggled.
Dallion marched down the streets like a soldier and then stepped between Matt and Trey.
“What do you want, punk?” asked Trey like he was being annoyed. “I’m about to crush this loser’s head.”
“Shut up, Trey,” said Dallion defensively and more confidently than he felt.
Trey gasped at this statement. He then burst out laughing. “Did you just tell me to shut up?” he asked in shock; acting like this had never happened to him before.
“Yes,” Dallion admitted calmly, “I did. Now go and leave Matt alone.”
Trey gasped again, like he had just been punched in the gut. “Oh, it’s on, buddy. Fight, me and you, tonight in the clearing in the forest. Knives only. If you don’t show, your chicken.” The girls stared in awe and excitement at the same time, like they wanted Dallion’s head to be sliced off.
*Fine. I won’t pass up a chance to humiliate you,” said Dallion.
“Shut up, you idiot,” said Trey, giving Dallion a death stare harder than ever before. “Or I’ll have you crack your skull earlier than expected. Show up at midnight tonight, or you’re a wimp.” He then walked off, never taking his piercing eyes off until he passed the corner, the girls marching behind him as if robots programmed to stalk him.
Dallion extended his hand down to Matt.
“Thanks,” said Matt. “That was brave. But what are you gonna do? Trey will rip your head off if you come, or you’ll be the biggest wimp in Draynor Village if you blow it off!”

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“Thanks,” said Dallion discouragingly. “But I’m going to go and fight Trey. You gonna come?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” exclaimed Matt.
“You better not,” warned Dallion as he trudged out of the square and back up to the hill where he lived, his one, true paradise.
<cen>~!~!~

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It was midnight. Dallion all dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. He already had his knife at his side and his fists armed with fighting gloves. He then lashed his knife sheath to his belt and his steel knife hissed inside.
The knife had a sapphire in the hilt and a golden handle. That was the only admirable descriptions in it; and only the sapphire was enchanting.
Dallion crept down the hall like a mouse, keeping low and keeping his steps light to avoid making the planks snore like his mother.
The door squeaked open and Dallion slipped outside like a shadow in the night. His eyes were like an eagle’s; and he detected nothing stirring from his view of the forest. Soundlessly, he crept through the rain and across the wet leaves.
Nobody was at the clearing. The boy sat down on the mud that had once been dirt and waited as the rain washed his nervous sweat away like a vacuum.
Ten minutes passed with nothing but water rippling across the air and exploding on the mud. After those ten minutes, there was a faint rumble and Dallion saw Trey marching through the forest with every single kid in town.
“Ready, punk?” asked Trey as he marched upon Dallion. He leapt to his feet and drew his knife.
“Of course. I’ve been ready before you and that is enough for victory,” said Dallion confidently.
Despite the cold rain, Trey tore his shirt apart and threw it off to reveal a meaty and muscular chest. “Beat this,” he taunted.
“Are you ready or what?” asked Dallion, eager to get on with his life. Why hadn’t he just let Matt get bullied and saved himself from this trouble?
He looked around and he saw dark brown hair clinging to a head. Beneath the hair was aqua eyes Dallion couldn’t mistake. Matt was watching him and supporting him.

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Instantly, sorrow crept into Dallion’s heart like a sickness. He had just doubted doing something nice for his best friend; and here was his best friend doing something nice for him.
“Ready,” said Trey. He was holding an iron knife in one hand and a branch in the other.
“You... you said only knives,” said Dallion in fear.
“Oh... yes, I remember,” Trey chuckled. “I lied.”
Without warning, the jerk swung his branch at Dallion’s throat. Dallion ducked in fear and tried countering, but Trey’s knife met his own.
The blades hissed like snakes, grinding against each other. When Trey was getting annoyed, he swung his branch arm around and slashed at Dallion’s throat once more.
Dallion ducked and gasped at once and slashed at Trey’s mid section. Trey only barely avoided getting cut in half, but then he howled in pain as the knife skidded across his bare stomach and created a scar like a belt at the front of his body.
Seeing Trey wounded, Dallion instantly jabbed at Trey’s face, then gave him a harder one in reverse.
Trey sprawled to the ground, crashing against the mud and a splat sound split the air. In a few moments, Trey raised his head and a hand to touch his nose. He felt a liquid trickling down his nose.
Blood.
Trey smiled with venom and discomfort. “You better watch your back, Dallion Goldrider. I will have my revenge.” He then stood up and walked away, drenched in sweat and rain. He had actually struggled to stay in the battle; but the rain helped mask his sweat in front of the girls.
Everybody marched off behind Trey. As Dallion watched them all flee back to their homes, Zoë, the town’s tom-girl, caught his eye. Her stares were venomous, with brown eyes to help keep the stare piercing.
Zoë was always practicing archery. For hours she always shot at targets with her bow and arrows, trying to improve. She was the best archer in Draynor Village and outside its borders.

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Only Matt stayed behind. When they all left, he barely managed to make out the words, *That was... *amazing*! I’ve never seen you fight! That was epic!”
As Dallion and Matt started home, Matt replayed scenes from the fight with disturbing sound effects. When Dallion reached his house at the crest of the hill, he was glad he had escaped Matt.
~!~!~

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