"Do you see that on their chainmail on the left side of their neck?" he questioned. "It looks like some of the chains are missing. Take aim on that, got it?"
She sees what he was talking about, her eyes caught the very small bit of skin revealed. She shook her head, acknowledging the master archer's advice. Shinon then let go of his arrow, catapulting it straight into the air. The arrow's eyes were sent for the leader knight that was standing at the front of the room.
The arrow hits it's mark, hitting that knight right on the shot that Shinon looked upon. The arrow goes right through the knight's neck, digging into his jugular. The knight fell down onto the ground, grabbing onto his neck as he fell. His blood then began to stain the emerald green grass. His armoured body crushed the blades of grass that poked at his body.
The knights were appalled by the sight of the fallen knight, they all looked down at him with a grief-stricken look on their faces. At the moment, they realized that all of their fears about the Lumbridge Resistance were confirmed. They may be a group of weak humans but they are indeed powerful.
In that single moment of distraction, the resistance acted. Maria and Raphael then began to sprint forward as fast as they could, their speed proved to be a formidable one. Quickly sprinting out of the archer's tower was Telvern's Spirit Kyatt. Raphael impaled his sword into the abdomen of one of the nine knights still standing. His sword easily pierced through the knight's armour and sailed straight through into the man's large intestine.
The man gasped in pain as he came to grips with the injury that would most certainly wish to claim his life. Raphael pulled his sword out of the man and then turned to the next one. The body of the injured knight then began to fall down, staining beautiful white sacred garlic pears with red beneath him. Raphael's body swirled to his left, aiming for a knight who had began his attack.
Raphael launched his right foot forward, it headed towards the knight to his left. The powerful kick hit the knight in the center of his torso, sending the knight walking backwards. He almost tripped as he did, his balance escaped him entirely. Raphael took advantage, rushing over to the knight as fast as he could. There was a knight that took interest at silencing Raphael, he swung his sword towards the leader's back.
Completely oblivious to the incoming blade, Raphael just continued to run forward. Just before the blade of the knight could harm Raphael though, an arrow pierced the neck of the knight. It was placed at the exact same spot as it was for the leader knight. The knight clenched onto the arrow, dropping his sword as his body began to fall down.
Raphael jumped into the air, his body hurling forward towards the off balanced knight. His legs were pointing towards his left, the bottom of his feet were facing the knight's chest. Raphael's feet hit the chest of the knight as he landed perfectly on his enemy. The knight's back hits the grass hard on his back, his armour cried out as he did.
Raphael quickly impaled his blade into the chest of the knight once the knight's body landed safely onto the ground. Blood splashed onto the ground as the blade passed the knight's heart. The young leader then quickly pulled his blade out of the man, turning his focus onto the next. Maria lunged her blade into the abdomen of one of the seven knights still living.
Her blade drove through his liver, sending blood to infect anything standing in it's way. She pulled her blade out of the knight and headed onto the next one. But the next one was already swinging his blade. But an arrow pierced his neck before any damage could be done to the young woman. The knight fell down onto the ground, his life coming to an end.
Maria watched as the one who almost took her life laid on the ground and bled out. She breathed a sign of relief. Her dark green irises then turned slightly to her left, she gazed upon her brother who just saved her life. She smiled at him and Shinon did the very same back to her. But quickly, Maria was recoiled back onto the battle at hand.
Uriel swung his left arm from his right to his left. His arm cloak flew away from his arm, exposing it to the rest of the world. Shinon's eyes seemed attracted to that boy's arm, his vision gazed upon the many symbols that looked like a puzzle in complete disorder to the master archer. But he returned his attention back onto the subject at hand, the battle that was waged out in front of him.
A lightning bolt came crashing down on top of the head of a knight. He screamed bloody murder, a tremendous agony took over him. His body was electrocuted by the massive energy of the thunderous hammer, shocking him literally to his core. He smelt like a burning pot of armour, his armour melted almost entirely. His skin was burnt down almost into nothing as smoke emitted from all around him.
There then was a knight who charged towards the boy. The knight's sword was at his ready, it yearned for the youthful blood of Uriel. Without his ability to cast his magic, he is left utterly helpless. Knowing that drawing and shoot an arrow would take too long, Elena quickly put away her bow and drew her steel longsword.
Elena raced over to her brother, trying to stop the knight before he could reach Uriel. Her haste froze still just in front of the boy she swore to always protect. She turned her blade horizontally, blocking anything that might harm her brother. The knight's sword collided with Elena's blade, a power struggle was born.
Uriel's face reflected his concern for his sister, considering a human was going up against a god in terms of strength. "Elena!" he gasped, calling her name as he wield his worry. The young female archer quickly became overpowered by her enemy's strength, she was quickly brought down to at least one knee.
Her teeth were fastened together as bullets of sweat raced down the sides of her face. Her head bowed down and she closed her eyes, she almost looked like she was admitting defeat. She knew she had to win, she just had to! It was at the last leg of the struggle with the knight winning by a landslide. Behind his helmet, his face looked like it was confident of his victory. He was absolutely sure of it.
But suddenly, Elena began to rise. She began to push the god back. Her eyes were still closed as she was close to putting the knight in her position. The knight's face echoed his disbelief, he shook his head as he could not even fathom what was going on. "How the-!?" he yelled.
Elena was once again back onto her feet, the two stood toe-to-toe. She then lunged her arms forward, pushing the knight backwards. The knight is pushed about two feet backwards, the power behind the push was like something out of a fantasy to the knight. Elena quickly reopened her eyes, her face returned to a calm, serene look.
She quickly stepped forward, pursuing her enemy. She then stabbed her blade into the abdomen of the knight. His blood flowed out of his body as the mask of disbelief still firmly gripped his face. Her eyes then turned onto the others who had easily swept through the other knights. None were left standing, they all laid soulless upon the once beautiful grass.
Telvern's Spirit Kyatt had it's mouth around the throat of possibly the last knight to live. Walking out of the archer's tower was the young genius, he was walking towards the group with his book still opened in front of him. He continued to read as he walked. "Wonderful work everyone," complimented Telvern. "But we're still not out of the woods yet."
Raphael turned towards the young genius. "But the rest are human," Raphael stated. "I'm sure that they can be won to our side if they just listened."
"They have, sir," declared a familiar voice to the young leader. Everybody turned their focus onto the source of that voice, revealing Audley. Behind the young soldier was over one hundred soldiers that made up the guard of the city. They all of course were humans. Audley's arms spread out from his body like his arms were wings. "All of these men and women make up the entire guard that protects the city of Ormemel. And they wish to serve us."
Raphael's eyebrows rose, he seemed rather surprised by the words Audley spoke. "You mean-?" he responded, he couldn't even begin to grip with the words that the young soldier told him.
Audley shook his head. Just as he does, all of the soldiers behind him dropped onto their knees. They bowed with respect to the young leader and his companions. "Yes," confirmed Audley. His arms returned to his side. He pulled his left hand up to about the height of his chest and clenched into a fist. "They all wish to serve the resistance. They have been oppressed by the Imperial Kingdom for too long and now that the time is ripe, they are willing to fight for a better cause."
The young leader takes a step forward, his purple irises gazed up each and every single indiviual that bowed to him. "This is..." mumbled Raphael. "This is incredible!"
Audley turned his head to his left. "We also have another surprise, my lord," stated the young soldier. He then began walking to his left, revealing who was behind him. It was Lanius Delmos who was tied up in chains. The young leader seemed shocked by the sudden appearance of a man he was familiar with. As did all the others.
Raphael walked closer to the member of the Ruler's Counsel. "Lanius Delmos," named the young leader. "It has been a while."
The man glared with evil upon the face of Raphael. "Not long enough as it seems," angrily growled Lanius. "You honestly think that you and your pathetic resistance have won? Bah! It will be US who will have the last laugh!"
Raphael crossed his arms. "Is that so?" he replied. "Well, I hope that you're accustom to a prison cell, Lanius. Because I'm afraid that that's where you're heading."
"You can't win," quickly stated the member of the Counsel. "His Majesty will put you in your place!" Audley then walked just behind Lanius. He then grabbed onto one of the chains as he and Lanius then began walking away from the group and towards the dungeon. Raphael turned towards the bowing group of over one hundred men and women.
He had a smile on his face, he was proud to see so many will to surrender their fear and fight for the resistance. "I thank you all for your sacrifice," said Raphael. "The Imperial Kingdom has taken advantage of the people you love, they have taken advantage of you. But no more, we will stand and fight. With the winds that carry our swords and with the will that carries us up, we will show them that the truth will be laid out in front of them. Even if we must paint it for them in blood. We are the Lumbridge Resistance, the humans who will stop at nothing to finally get back what was wrongfully taken from us: a life of peace and equality! It is time to realize that we have been bowing for far too long."
Raphael reached his right hand down to a young man in front of him. "On the behalf of your comrades," he continued. "Rise, young soldier. Rise and stand against the oppressors."
The man looked up towards the young leader and he saw the smile that he wore. The young soldier grabbed onto Raphael's hand. "Thank you, Master Raphael," he kindly thanked.
Raphael pulled him up to his feet, shaking his head side-to-side as he did. "Please," Raphael spoke back. "Just call me Raphael." The young soldier shook his head, acknowledging the words spoken to him by Raphael. The young leader then turned to everybody else who still were on their knees before his feet.
Raphael's eyes scrolled across the forest of armoured soldiers. "Please rise," he commanded. "There is no need to bow to me, I am no higher than you are. But instead, let us celebrate today for this is a victory for us. We have finally reclaimed Ormemel as the City of the White Knights!" The crowd of soldiers roared with excitement and glee, a cheer that could be heard from miles was let loose upon the world.
The rest of the day is then spent celebrating the rebirth of the city of Falador. A excitement hummed in the air, it charged everybody with a boost in morale that they so desperate needed. A huge party was thrown in the courtyard of the castle, everybody talked with each other as all rested from the battle of today.
News of this victory spread like wildfire all across the land. From the Imperial Kingdom of Governanti and into the ears of King Balor Barn to the other side of the country and to the Kingdom of Rosso and into the ears of Earl Brennus Taranis. It swept all the gods off of their feet, replacing a part of their confidence with a sliver of fear.
Back within the courtyard, Shinon was seen speaking with Elena. He told her of the many tales of his days traveling all around with his sister. Maria is seen speaking with Raphael, more than likely telling him of the same stories that Shinon was telling Elena. Uriel still hung out in the back of the party, his eyes still fell watchful and weary.
Right beside was the very same young genius from before, Telvern Thaddeus. His eyes were scrolling from page to page in his many stack of books. His heart still agreed with the young boy's suspicious view of the two siblings. But he was aware that no matter what he expressed to Raphael, only evidence would bring a change in his opinion.
The day quickly slipped away from the grasp of each person celebrating. With it, the night settled back into the skin that it left behind. The shadows fell back down onto the world and clouds stretched on top of everything that anyone could see. Without a doubt, tomorrow would rain. Raphael and his comrades of the Lumbridge Resistance had to head back to their city.
Telvern did the honors and teleported each person back to the city of Lumbridge. And the group took their new prisoner, Ruler's Counsel member Lanius Delmos, with them. Raphael and his comrades bid their farewells to the newly reborn Falador Resistance and it's new leader Audley. Once they said their goodbyes, their bodies then began to glow purple.
Quickly their bodies flew about five feet into the air and into a purple portal above them. They disappeared from the sight of all of the Falador Resistance just then. The group had returned to Lumbridge at that very moment but after all that has happened today, they were utterly taxed off all of their energy.
They made their way to their beds, they wished to recharge after this most busy and demanding day. Shinon volunteered to bring Lanius down to the dungeon and into a cold and lonely prison cell where he shall be spending a lot of time until his fate is decided. Shinon walked into the dungeon located at the very bottom floor of the castle and roughly threw Lanius into his cell where all of the resistance would say he belongs.
Locked tightly and safely bounded to this small, 60-by-60 space, Lanius had only himself to speak with. The entire prison was barely lit, with only a few candles to keep the darkness from completely controlling the air. Outside of his cell, the prison guard had nobody else to keep an eye on. His eyes were glued to the surface of black inked writing, it's content reflected off of the surface of the guard's eyes.
Lanius was sitting down on his bed which was in a corner. He wasn't laying down, instead he had his back against the wall. His head looked up at a very small window that was just above his head. The moon peered down into the prison through that very window, it's light shined into the Counsel member's prison cell.
Lanius closed his eyes and then a smile came to his face. "Soon," he silently mumbled to himself. "These worthless humans will learn their place...soon..." The group went to their beds with the feelings of accomplished and glee. They were rejoiced that they had finally claimed Falador from the grips of the gods.
Elena and Raphael laid in their beds in their respective rooms. They laid there for a while with their eyes gazing up at the ceiling of their rooms. They couldn't decipher this strange message that was written on the walls of their mind but something felt off. Why? What was wrong? "Everything is fine," they both thought. "So why do I feel this way?"
An hour passed without a result or an answer. But their tired and exhausted bodies and mind couldn't stand for this anymore. Finally, their visions became blackened. Their eyelids finally fell down like a door closes to hide a room. These intense feelings could not bind the two like a statue to this place in their minds.
The two are then cast away onto a boat that carried them to their dreams, whatever they may be. They were on the very skirts of the land of Nod, laying anchor just before the beautiful shore. The smell of the beach passing through their nostrils and filling up their lungs, the sight of a sparkling, crystal clear sea in front of them.
But this cloud nine that they hung onto could not last forever. Instead, a furious flame of terror and fear burned everything in it's path. It devoured everything, the water, the boat, the sand, and even them. They were swallowed whole. Suddenly, they snapped out of their dream and they are rushed like a injured person on an ambulance back into the threshold of reality.
Their eyes opened up to greet the morning. Outside, it was pouring rain. The sky and sun masqueraded themselves as a gray mystery, hiding themselves from the view of all who had come to enjoy their appearance. As the two began to take in the new day, something they heard alerted them.
It sounded like the loudest drumroll they had ever heard, feet stomping down upon the wet and muddy ground. They splashed through puddles of the rain that the sky cried. Elena and Raphael jumped out of their beds to investigate the stomping. As they frantically rushed to fit all of their gear, their ears began to hear terrified screams of frightened people.
