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Trey slammed the door of his house shut with such fury he could’ve pulled the wood from its hinges. The comforting sounds of the girls stal(*)king him were blocked out, and then he could hear them all leave wearily.
Trey smiled to himself with cruel venom. “I’ll get you, Dallion Goldrider. I shall have my revenge.”
» End of Chapter One «

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» Chapter Two -- Attack of the Wise Old Man «
Today compared to yesterday was like living in a black abyss of hell. The wind was like troll sized swords slicing through the air; ripping at the willow trees by the shore. Great waves towered high into the air and sunk back to the water as flat as a carpet. Everyone was inside with nobody outdoors; for fear of being swept away by the winds.
Dallion stared out the window from his house. There wasn’t anything to stare at though. His eyes kept dancing side to side, looking for something to look at. The eyes darted to Zoë’s house and then to Trey’s. Lights could be seen through the windows; but his eyes kept moving back to Zoë’s window. And for a moment, Dallion could’ve sworn the female’s piercing eyes had contacted his own.
Dallion’s eyes moved to the house across the street from the town’s bank. A door opened and excitement flooded across Dallion, completely engulfing him. Finally, something to see.
A man in yellow robes appeared. His skin looked pale as if infected by the plague. He had a nice white beard and he held an impressive staff dedicated to the god Saradomin.
Dallion gasped at what emerged from the tip of it.
A lightening bolt was bounced off the tip of the staff and it exploded on the bricks of the bank. The wind carried the smoke off and revealed two men and two women, each in identical grey suits. They gasped at the old man with horror.
Gold and other items began spilling out of the booths like water out of buckets. The man laughed as gold and rubies showered him with glory. He reached into the gold pile and looked at an item. “Oh, a party hat! A blue one too! Very valuable. I'll take that, thank you. Don’t mind me,” he said as he continued on.

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“Hey!” said one of the bankers in protest. “You can’t just do that! Adventurers have been hard working to earn those items!”
“Don’t care,” the old man said abruptly. From over his back, he began loading a sack with gold coins and other types of jewels. But something that was made from copper and tin fell into the sack...
“Well, thanks,” said the old man. And he left.
Back at Dallion’s house, Father called from upstairs, “I must go fight him!” He was armed with a bow and five arrows. Before the boy knew it, his father running down the hill and towards the town.
He bravely confronted this all man. Regardless of his age he was very powerful.
“Step aside, archer, before I make you,” said the old man.
“Just give me back a bronze key and I will,” said Father with an arrow notched and ready.
The old man smiled coldly. “No.” Then, a small lightening bolt produced from the staff and struck Father in the ribs, sending him flying a good ten feet.
“NO!” Dallion screamed from inside the house. He drew his knife and charged out the door. He dashed down the hill as fast as the tearing winds and to his father.
“Father,” he said. “It’s me.”
“Dallion?” said Father, opening his eyes with a look like he did*’t remember his son.
Father shifted uncomfortably. “I should have told you sooner.”
“Should have told me what sooner?” Dallion asked with concern and interest.
Father sighed. “I won’t live that long. All the answers are in my journal.”
And then, he drifted off into heaven.
“Father?” Dallion asked. “Dad? DAD!?” He rapidly shook the limp body of his father, begging Saradomin to let him live. But it was to late for anything too be done.
~!~!~

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Dallion kicked the rubbish aside as he stomped through his house to his Father’s study. What did it matter anymore? Life just felt like an abyss of hell.
Dallion sat on Father’s stool and opened a drawer. There was a big book, with a brown cover and spine, entitled, 'Maringol'. Curiously, Dallion leafed through it. Then back to page one.
It read, ‘My name is Alder Goldrider, a Maringol. Long has our kind been hunted and gone. We are a group of treasure protectors. We guard the fortune called Legacy of the Three Kings. It is a massive treasure had by Tregal Goldrider, King of Kandarin, Rubin Redhound, King of Asgarnia, and Felder Eagle-Eye, King of Misthalin. Our kind is now hunted and the treasure is hunted. The money is enough to buy the land beyond Runescape, including Runescape itself. If it gets into the wrong hands, it will be the end of Runescape. Nobody knows the exact location of the treasure, but a bronze key can unlock it. Arasis Steel almost succeeded in his task for world domination.
~ Alder Goldrider, Diary Entry 1
There is more to this treasure than meets thee eye.’
Dallion tore himself from the diary. “Woah,” he muttered to himself. “It’s time to free that key.”
» End of Chapter Two «

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» Chapter Three -- Thieving from the Thief «
As soon as Dallion heard his mother's snoring he threw the covers off his bed in a flash. He was already dressed and armed with knives, a bow and ten arrows with bronze tips.
He crept down the hall, keeping his steps light and his moving slow. He opened the door and fled outside, down the hill. As far as he could see, no lights were flickering from the houses.
He vaulted over the fence (which was only up to his waist) in one leap from the hill and rolled across the lawn of the old man’s house. There was so little light he could barely make out top to bottom.
Finally, he found the street where the old man’s house stood tall. He drew a lock pick from the pouch he always carried around, inserting it into the keyhole. In a second, Dallion felt something on his shoulder. Dallion spun around, thinking it was Trey, but it was only Zoë.
“What the hell are you doing here?” asked Dallion in a whisper that should have been a shout.
“Doing what you are doing!” hissed Zoë. “Now open that door.”
Dallion did as requested, although he wouldn’t have any intentions of doing so if the circumstances were different. Zoë hated Dallion’* guts, and he couldn’t say he was that he was fond of her either.
When the door creaked open, Dallion actually thought the door would fall down because it was so rotted. It looked like moss had plagued it, but it was actually the gunk of bugs that had taken into digesting the wood.
Dallion was astounded at what he saw. Mountains of gold were piled into the air like towers, threatening to fall over if somebody slightly poked it.
Dallion said, “What are you looking for? If I see it I’ll give it to you.”
“A ruby. What about you?” she replied.
“A key.*
*Ok...” she replied uneasily. Dallion couldn’t blame her. He did*’t even know what the specific key looked like, he could pick up any key and it could be the wrong one.

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After half an hour of searching through the mountains of jewellery and coins, Dallion said, “I give up.”
“As you should,” said a cold voice. Dallion looked up the stairs and there was a figure. “I’ve been expecting you, Dallion Goldrider,” said Trey.
~!~!~

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“How could you betray your village?” hissed Zoë venomously as Trey shoved Dallion and the girl upstairs. He shoved them into comfortable oak chairs, which was surprising. Who would have thought captives would get comfortable chairs?
The old man was dressed in the same clothes as today; and nothing had changed except for that he wore a blue party hat.
Dallion glared with hatred and anger at all the people he had wounded physically and emotionally, by staff and theft.
“I sense your anger, Dallion. This entire theft was just an entrance to a war though. More is to come, but you cannot stop it.”
Zoë roared with anger and leapt out of here chair, punching Trey in the jaw. He instantly gripped her shoulders and held her down as if a rag doll. “Shut up, Zoë, and nobody gets hurt.”
“How could you betray us!?” she screamed.
Trey glared at Dallion. “It’s all *his* fault. I said I would get him back, and by getting this key to my master, we shall conquer all of Gielinor! Of course we cannot buy it through action, we buy it through cash.” From out of his pocket, Trey drew a ruby and a key.
Dallion roared like a dragon. He drew his knife which he had concealed from Trey and slashed it at the traitor. A blade diagonally skidded across Trey’s face, and he hollered in pain as a scar cut deep into his bare flesh.
The key and ruby leapt out of Trey’s hand and into the air. Dallion caught them both, passed the ruby to Zoë and they leapt out the window together. Glass splintered to the size of rain droplets. Together Dallion and Zoë fled up the north street. They were at the wheat fields.

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Dallion climbed over the (short) fence with his hands and then fell to the ground. He dove forward and into the weeds.
Zoë vaulted over the fence in one jump and rolled into the weeds.
They were both sweating like pigs. It was so hot the droplets could have melted the soil or set one of the weeds to fire.
Trey strolled into view, cursing at the escaped captives. “Dallion Goldrider, listen to me, I swear me and my master will find that treasure! BEWARE!” And then he left back to his master’s house in failure.
“Treasure?” asked Zoë ten minutes later as they climbed over the fence again.
“Listen, Zoë,” started Dallion, “you’re not coming with me. It’s too dangerous, we each have our own way to go.”
With that, he started up the hill to his house and crept back to where he had been sleeping an hour ago.
He sat at his desk, dabbing his soft feather quill in ink. He rummaged around for parchment and wrote: ‘Mother, I am sorry but I am leaving. I know about the treasure, and Trey and the old man who committed the theft are gonna steal it. I’ll be fine. I’ll be home in a few months... or years. DALLION.” Tears welled in his eyes, but he had to do it.
He thought back to the old man’s words. “This entire theft was just an entrance to a war though.”
With that, he crept outside once more and strolled upward, unaware of the hidden eyes watching him.
» End of Chapter Three «

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» Chapter Four -- The Path to the Port *
Dallion felt like one of the dead; and who wouldn’t in this situation? He had no food, no water, he wasn’t going to survive. Uneasily, he crept up the northern road, where he and Zoë had hidden before. He swiftly crept past the wheat fields, unaware of the eyes lurking in the darkness that were following him.
There was a fork in the road made from a dead tree, probably from the haunted mansion a day’s walk north. Everyone said to have journeyed there had never come back, which made Dallion shiver. The south sign read, ‘Draynor Village, half an hour’s walk’. The east sign said, ‘Lumbridge, three days walk’. The north sign read, ‘Draynor Manor, day’s walk.’ The last sign which pointed west read, ‘Port Sarim, day’s walk’.
Dallion pondered where to go. He did*’t even know anything about the treasure, certainly no information about its whereabouts. Probably, a place for a treasure would be in the Western Lands of Kandarin.
Rarely Dallion and Father had left town. Sometimes he and Father had took a carriage to Lumbridge for supplies, no where else. He had never been to the Manor or Port Sarim.
Dallion knew lots of people. They were all contacts of Father. There was Farmer Fred, Father’s closest friend. That was where they mostly got their dairy: milk and eggs. Father had also known the Cook very well, but he had taken much more interest in Dallion than in Father.
And the last contact he knew was Bob, the axe salesmen. They had bought logging axes from him, because Father always chopped wood everyday for a fire in the evening, so he had to get a new axe at least once a month because they broke so easily.
As friendly as Lumbridge was, he needed to get to the Western Lands fast. Dallion had always taken an interest in maps, trying to recognize every road on the planet, and he pretty much had, although he never had the opportunity to test his knowledge.

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Uneasily, he turned west. There wasn’t really anything to observe for the first few hours, except the cabbage patches to the north. Then he came across a little house.
Making sure nobody was looking; he opened the front door and looked around the room. He was in a gardening house. Directly in front of him was a fireplace, and below it was a dog.
Dallion sat down on the ground to stroke its magnificent white fur. He had patches of grey fur on him as well, but Dallion did*’t care. He just wanted to stay with this dog for a few more minutes.
He then looked deeper into his memory archives. There hadn’t been anytime to think about Father’s death. His last words hadn’t been much. “All the answers are in my journal.” Those weren’t what Dallion had hoped for. He had wanted, “I’m sorry,” or a, *I’ll see you again soon.”
But Dallion began balling his eyes out. What made things worse was that he had left this thought until now.
The farmer’s dog bent up to the teenager’s face and licked it, which had him giggle and soften up a little. He began rubbing the dog’s belly, still thinking of his Father.
A war was brewing in the depths of the old man’s mind. Soon Runescape would fall into total chaos. The old man was probably right: he could not stop it.
Dallion felt heat against his back. He spun around and saw a face in the fire’s ash.
“Dallion, it’s your Father!” the face hissed.
*Dad?” asked Dallion, trying to observe the face more closely. It *was* him! He could tell by the mole on his cheek.
“Yes! Saradomin let me talk to you through his brother’s weapon! But I can’t stay long! I’m in Zamorak’s territory: fire. Anyway, I sense you are thinking about the war over the treasure.”
“Yes,” replied Dallion eagerly.

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