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“Help! Help! Please! Save me!” The villagers held him till he calmed down.

“There... There is a tree! Made of gold! And... there is some kind of force around it! I couldn’t touch it.”
The villagers looked in disbelief at him, and he finally persuaded four guards to join him. He led them and they all looked in amazement at the gleaming tree of gold.

Gregory struggled to hold them all under his command, and succeeded, but he took off all his influence to still give them freedom of movement. (This means he had control, but he did*’t exercise it, meaning they could still move freely until he exerted his control.) Whenever any of the 5 bewildered men reached a hand toward the tree, they felt an uncontrollable force pushing them away.

After about 5 minutes of this torment, (for torment it was) the first man who had found the tree ran off to the village, and returned with 12 more people. Gregory took control as soon as they were in sight, again not exerting control unless they reached their hand towards the tree. Finally, after about an hour of the villagers ranting about their inability to touch it, ten of them went off to inform their leader. When they returned, he still not believing what they were telling him, he stopped and stared.

This was quite a stroke of luck for Gregory, for he was struggling in keeping them all away at once, and the leader had a very, very strong will, so it was much harder to take possession. Another lucky thing was that everyone else backed away from the tree upon the leader arriving, so Gregory could exert his full strength on him.

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Finally, after all of their failures, the barbarians left the tree just before sunset. So as to hide the tree, Gregory covered it in a coating of mud, and put leaves all over the top of it, so that no one would come upon it and notice it during the night.

The next morning, the tree had pretty much the same response as the day before, and Gregory got plenty of practice. After about a week, the barbarians gave up on the chance of getting the gold and smelting it, so Gregory simply smelted it himself, loaded his treasury, and made another gold tree near another town. That was one of the most fun six months of his life, because he got to see so many people watch in amazement as they lost control of their own hands.

After about six whole months of practicing in this method, he had about 800 thousand gold coins from the many trees he had alchemized and then later smelted and turned into money. At this time he decided to go into a town and find out how many people he could control at once. He even walked into Falador, started a fight with a guard and got arrested. He was eventually taken into court at Camelot and judged formally. Can you guess what he did?

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Chapter IX
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Gregory complacently eyed the judge as he named the sentence. Four months in prison
for assault and battery. He also had to pay a fine of ten thousand coins. This had been one
of the most puzzling cases for the lawyers because he had attacked the guard with a water
spell without any runes!

They had haggled over it and the defendant said the report must be false as he had
nothing to attack with. But finally I was decided guilty as there were simply too many
witnesses to deny it. Then Gregory asked for permission to speak. When granted it he said,

“I did not attack the guard with runes. I attacked with my own personal powers. I
intended to come here. This was all a test.” He smiled grimly, seeing the puzzled faces
of all present.

“So if this was all a test, and we are all pawns in your little game,” the judge said, “how do
you intend to get out of it?” Gregory responded,

“You will never know.” At that, he took full possession of the mind and body of
everybody in the courtroom, and removed their memories of the entire matter. He tested
his powers a bit, walking them all around the room, saying things he wanted them to say,
and contentedly put them all back in their seats.

He then put them all to sleep, and walking up to the courthouse upper floor, did the same
to everyone else. He removed the files in the cabinet on himself, and walked straight back
to his camp in the woods, leaving the authorities to haggle out the matter.

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Gregory was at his home in the woods. He was quite happy with himself. He had been capable of possessing more than fifty people at once, and also proved he could move them about and erase memories at will.

He only had one thing on his mind. Teleportation. He had thought about it many times in the past, and wanted to do it before he had learned alchemy and enchantment. But now he had all the resources he needed. By far, this skill took the least time to learn.

He bought some gems in Varrock for his experiments, and put together many combinations of enchanted gems. It only took him a week to figure out the right combination of gems needed to create a teleport location.

He created about twenty of these enchanted balls of gems, held together by gold. Each ball had thirty-eight gems inside, with gold in between. He realized these balls were ten times as valuable as the resources to make them were, but he did*’t care anyway.

He held a ball in front of him with his mind, and muttered a spell under his breath. It slowly vanished, and he found himself capable of teleporting to this location whenever he wished. He traveled to Varrock, Falador, and Lumbridge and did the same spell at night in each of these places. He kept the remaining balls for when he wanted other locations enchanted.

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Chapter X
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Gregory was 20 years old, and he was ready. Ready to feed the terrible desire for
revenge that he had experienced since he was 11 years old. And now he could destroy the
merchant with as much pain as possible and give him the pain he deserved. He
teleported to Varrock and walked to the merchant’s house.

He knocked, not knowing what his rage would impel him to do when the door opened. If
opened, and just before Gregory turned the opener into a mound of melted flesh he
realized that it was not the merchant. Or anyone the merchant had known. It was
someone else. Trying to hide his embarrassment, Gregory asked the lady who had
opened the door if she knew who the merchant was.

She said, “Why yes! I remember that man! He sold us this house 9 years ago. I will never
forget how badly his face was burnt when he sold it. I think he moved to Ardougne.”
“Thank you very much,” Gregory said as politely as he could, barely able to contain his fury
at having lost the chance to kill his nemesis.

He teleported back to his camp, and started on the way to Ardougne, cursing
Saradomin. He was a nice person, and he did not have an evil spirit, but ever since the
merchant had called out in Saradomin’s name, he had thought the Saradomin was a bad
god, and decided to be against him.

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He was just outside the walls of Ardougne, and was plotting how he would carry this out. There was another skill he thought he might want. Teleotherportation. The ability to teleport someone else.

He walked into the city of Ardougne, and used one of his balls of crystals to make it a teleport location for him. He then decided to try and cast the teleport spell on someone else. He cast teleport to Lumbridge on a nearby guard, and sure enough, he vanished.

Just to make sure, he teleported to Lumbridge himself, found the guard, teleported him back, teleported himself, erased the guard’s memory of the bizarre experience, and walked back out of the city. (As you can imagine this was quite a bewildering experience for both the guard and those around him.) He teleported to his little camp in the city, changed from his working clothes to his mage clothes, and teleported back the Ardougne. He asked a few merchants,

“Do you men know about a merchant that moved here about eight years ago?”

“Well, I do know a man who came. He did the business for a while then his son did it in his stead.”

“Can you tell me where he lives? I knew him a long time ago in Varrock and I’d like to see him again.”

“Well I remember him saying he moved away because he was in danger. He was being stalked by a family or something.”

“Oh really? I’m sorry to hear that,” said Gregory. “I would really like to see him again though.”

“No, I can’t tell you. I’ll ask him if he knows a mage like you but... but... Well... I guess I’ll tell you where he lives. He is in that house over there.”

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“Thank you,” said Gregory. “Hehe those mind controlling skills came in handy right there.” Gregory walked up to the door and knocked. Getting no answer, he walked around to the other side of the house, the part hidden from the market area, and melted the window with his hand. He climbed in, and sat down, waiting for the merchant’s return.

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The merchant returned from his errand and unlocked his house. Walking in, he set down his things and turned around... He saw a youth with bright robes and a staff sitting there.

“Wh... Who are you?” he asked.

“Well let’s just say I’m an old friend. To be exact, a friend from nine years ago.”

“And... Why are you here?” The merchant paled, hearing the ‘nine years’ part.

“Well, I am here to settle a debt. A blood debt, to be exact.”

“You seem to like the word exact... why are you so explicit?” said the merchant, fencing for time.

“I want to make sure that you understand perfectly what is going to happen to you, before it happens. The last time I saw you, I was in bed. Going to sleep peacefully. I heard creaking on the stairs. It was you. I barely escaped with my life... did you expect me to never return?”

“I have been expecting this. But I am prepared.”

“What?”

“I am ready for you.” Reaching behind him, the merchant pulled out a rune blade and lunged with it at Gregory. Gregory held his hand in front of himself, melting the blade as it moved toward him.

“That was easy,” he said.
The merchant stared at him with gaping eyes and said,

“Who are you?!”

“I am an innocent boy whose father you killed. That boy was 11 years old. But now, he is 20, and ready to kill.”
Gregory teleported the merchant to his camp in the woods. Teleporting himself, he threw the merchant to the ground. Ripping his fancy coat off, Gregory threw it to the side and sent a fireball after it. He picked up the merchant with his pure willpower, holding him ten feet above the ground.

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“This. Is. Your. Death!” he screamed as he used his wind powers to blow the merchant straight
up into the air, shooting fireballs after him and chunks of rocks after that. His intent was to
obliterate the merchant’s body and let him feel as much pain as possible before death. As
the merchant fell back down, Gregory slowed his fall, making him land very softly.

He then possessed all the nearby animals and they jumped on him, trampling him and
scratching him. As the dust cleared, he saw the remaining scene. The merchant was dead.
Gregory burned him to charcoal, and then buried him under a mound of dirt.

Then he sat down and wondered,
“Is this all I have lived for? This moment? Have I trained all these years, and obtained all
this power, for nothing but death? For this man’s death?”




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