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Raphael's face stretched, his dot-sized irises capturing every single face into the cage of his memories. He knew that this wasn't a figment of his imagination, some kind of sick fantasy. His heart sunk so far that he could no longer feel it, that he could no longer feel a thing, except the pain and crushing gravity that smashed him into pieces.

His jaw hung loose, his breath crackling, his lips shuddering. Raphael took a step back, unable to look away, to even think another thought. His mind was petrified, frozen solid, his knees swaying. How could he let this happen? How could someone do this? Why? What have these people done to deserve this?

In the midst of his blame, he was thoroughly sickened, his mind rushing with the images, of all the death he had seen upon this night. It was far more than any amount a dozen humans needed to see, in fact no one deserved to see it. No one deserved to end this way, to be lit ablaze, to die in such a matter. This gave Raphael an acute indignation, a craving for vengeance.

But there was when a face took Raphael's eye, a face he saw earlier that night. It was that little girl, Marie, whose face was absolutely writhing with suffering. Her near charred off face was hard to make out, but Raphael knew it. She looked like she was screaming, desperately trying to get to Raphael, whom was standing right in front of her.

Her hand pushed out from the flames, reaching out for the young leader, waiting to be saved. But when she reached, he wasn't there... He was never there, unable to be saved by the man who swore to do so. He just stood there, not breathing, terrified. The young leader just continued to stare at that little girl's face, without words, without sound. "Don't worry about anything," he recollected him telling her. "we'll stop them."
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His breath began to tremble in fear, grievous. "Don't worry about anything," his mind repeated his assurance to her. "we'll stop them."

The young leader was immobilized, caught in a web of sheer horror. The spider that came for him was that of his own fears, his own self. It bit at him, injecting its venom into him. "Don't worry about anything," once more played in his head. "we'll stop them."

"Don't worry about anything," the vicious cycle of thought continued. "we'll stop them."

His enlarged eyes just staring up at the pile of burning corpses, smelling the rancid odor of their burning skin. Those words he spoke to Marie constantly playing over and over in his head, its end nowhere in sight. He was bombarded with the faces of his people, of the people of Lumbridge, of their smiling faces.

Raphael remembered them all, the pride and joy that was brought to him when he saw the drive they pushed to reclaim their lives, to stand up and be strong even in the face of adversity. They banded together, restoring their lives board by board. The young leader didn't want to see these memories, demanded that they go away, but he ensnared in this bear trap that grabbed both of his legs.

He was forced to watch them in his head, while staring at them all with his eyes, their burned away skin, their screaming faces. He wanted it to stop, begging and pleading for them to stop, but it felt was though he had lost his eyelids, being made to keep staring. There was nothing he could do... nothing at all.

He was chained to this torture rack, feeling like he was being shredded apart. He dropped down on his knees, an emotional pain as though his insides were being ripped out, losing pieces of himself.
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He grabbed his head with his hands, severely disturbed by this inhumane act he could not stop. Like a animal's claw slashed upon the bark of a tree, Raphael's mind had become damaged with these images flowing through his eyes, by these images that in his head that he could not get to stop.

Water began to fill Raphael's eyes, breaking through and rushing down his cheeks. His teeth were clamped shut, revealed to the world. His panicking, broken, quivering whimpers behind his teeth popped out at ever-changing tones, once quiet then became loud then quiet once more. He was becoming totally overwhelmed by this grief, by this sorrow, by this suffering.

The walls of his strength crumbling, unable to hold back the flood of forced memories. His crying then turned utterly hysterical, a stead stream of water falling down his cheeks. The things he's seen, felt, and heard all throughout the day began playing with the images of his people. All of these things happening at once... it pushed Raphael far beyond broken.

His heart couldn't take it anymore, his soul was battered and bleeding, his mind smashed apart. He couldn't do it anymore, being overcome at his misery, his despair. He felt like he was devoured by a mouth of quicksand, its tongue the invisible, phantom hand called pain, dragging him down. He was submerged in this instance, overcome.

In the midst of his distraught, emotional breakdown, Raphael lifted his head up high. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" his cracking voice ruptured a shattered, heart-wrenching scream, in so much pain that he was completely conquered.

His wail was extremely painful to hear, everyone could hear it upon this night. It lasted a brief while, but it was too long for anyone around. His pain was so clearly evident, ringing out all through this hollow, gelid place. Behind him, his only companions left in this world, unable to say or do anything to ease his torment.
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Daevarro cringed, seeing the extreme cruelty of this place, of this world. He hadn't been here long, but he knew a lot more about the horrors and brutality of this life in such a short period of time. His hazel eyes saw that which broke Raphael far beyond any other point a man should be, saddening the dark-robed young man enough to bring him to his own tears.

Shinon angrily gripped his teeth and turned away, adding more fuel to his every step. His desire and thirst for the destruction and genocide of the entire race grew, almost to the point where it drove his every thought. Telvern wore no expression, his half-closed eyes stared at the devastation he helped cause, his heart numb and cold.

Raphael's scream would fade away in several whimpering intervals, before he finally fell down. His torso fell forward, weakening by all that he had gone through upon this night. He caught himself with the palms to the ground, his tears now falling directly upon the ground. Telvern then stepped forward, his footsteps echoing throughout this place.

He stood over Raphael, his stolid glance aiming down along Raphael's back. "Listen to me, Raphael," the genius spoke to the silver haired young man. "I know it's hard, but we need to leave. There's nothing left for us here."

Shinon glared over at Telvern. "And where exactly would you like us to go?" the archer quickly questioned.

"...I-I don't know," Telvern muttered in a sigh.

"Aw, c'mon," a familiar voice suddenly spoke, its source from behind the red-haired archer. "I think ya know tha answer." Shinon's reaction was swift, quickly twisting around and pulling his sister's sword out from its scabbard. He pointed the blade at the throat of whomever was behind him, who appeared to be so bold and serious.
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He was an unfamiliar, shady character to Shinon, but he was the familiar, well-known assassin named Calvin to the rest. His pale blue eyes glanced upon the archer, not fazed at all by Shinon's aggression. "Who the hell are you?!" Shinon demanded with an ireful voice.

"Calvin," Telvern named him, the assassin. The genius' steely, callous brown eyes took hold of Calvin's gray attire. "to what reason have you to be here?"

Calvin sighed. "Well, ta help y'all," he frankly responded, putting the back of his left hand to Shinon's blade and pushing it out of his face. "We got word from one-a our informants in Governanti 'bout a large scale assembly of Loyal Knights headin' in this direction, so we had come ta help... But, well... it seems we were too late to do anything."

"So it seems," Telvern returned. "I'm curious, though... What exactly does our affairs have to do with yours? Desert Assassins are sold to the highest bidder, profiting from people's suffering. You help only when your pockets are filled, not out of the kindness of your heart."

"Oh, c'mon, egghead," Calvin said to Telvern, then smirking. "I know ya can answer that fer yaself. I know you ain't never been much fer our beliefs, but I know ya know it too."

He gave it a moment of thought, what exactly could Calvin been hinting at. It came to him within a few seconds, however, striking like home run. "Oh, yes..." the genius affirmed. ""Drág Essa tudr, "Deni sinnak Dimris áljin a Lazolu una Cazu, Deni élagon uslayun caza nu vaélo.""

""Precious queen says, "We are brothers and sisters in life, we mustn't depart one for all."" Calvin clarified, translating it for those who couldn't understand. "In other words, we ain't leavin' ya behind if yer in trouble, got me?"

"You best watch that that doesn't get you killed one day," Telvern advised the assassin, crossing his arms.

"Oooh..." said Calvin. "Is that... concern, I 'ear?"
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"Not at all," returned the genius. "you being so dogmatic just makes you easier to manipulate."

Calvin sighed. "Been several years and yer still the same," the assassin commented. "C'mon, don't ya 'member when we'd used ta go talk ta the queen's statue, saying all that stuff in her language?"

""Used to" and today are two entirely different things," the genius declared. "As... interesting -- and I use that word lightly -- as this conversation is, it bears no fruit."

"So?"

Telvern sighed. "Anywhere is better than here, I suppose,"

"I knew ya'd see reason," the lazy assassin then rather enthusiastically hopped to the opportunity. Calvin's pale blue eyes turned to look to his right, casting his gaze to a variety of places. "C'mon outta hidin', guys an' gals. We gotta get goin' back 'ome."

Doing as told, the shadows of the city began to move. Several dark-robed figures appeared from the hideaways, rushing to be at Calvin's side. Telvern turned to Daevarro and Shinon. "You both go on with them," he told to them.

Shinon sheathed his sword. "You sure we can trust them?" the archer asked, crossing his arms.

Daevarro shook his head. "I don't know why," the young man replied to Shinon's distrust, though his feelings are strange and unexplainable. "but I feel like we can. No... I know we can."

Telvern pulled his left hand out, its palm to the sky. It pointed towards Daevarro, the genius' face stared at Shinion. "Kid's got good intuition," the genius acclaimed. "They won't admit it, for obvious business reasons, but the Desert Assassins hate Governanti. They'll keep us safe."
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Pushing aside his doubts and thoughts of distrust, Shinon sighed and understood what Telvern was getting across. Though he had no idea who or what the Desert Assassins were, he knew that there was nowhere else to go... and he knew getting to his brother was going to require more than just himself. He turned and began following behind the robes of black, ready to move on from his betrayal.

Knowing before that Calvin helped him escape Governanti and gave him the information he sought after in regards to the truth about his family, Daevarro automatically knew that he trusted them. He turned away from Telvern, walking forward and followed behind the red-haired archer. This left Telvern by himself with the distraught, ruined silver-haired young man.

The genius turned to Raphael, who was just at his feet. Raphael hadn't even moved an inch since he fell down, his whimpers going silent. Telvern closed his eyes, and sighed. The genius then knelt down, throwing Raphael's right arm around the back of his neck. "I know you probably resent me," Telvern spoke what he believed to Raphael, putting his left arm around Raphael's back. Once Raphael was secure, Telvern hoisted himself up, carrying Raphael with him. "I certainly wouldn't blame you."

The genius began walking slowly, carrying Raphael, he who was unresponsive to anything Telvern did or said. His face became numb, empty, so very lifeless. Sluggishly, Telvern began to follow behind Daevarro and Shinion. But that didn't matter to him, considering he knew well where he was going. What truly mattered to him as of this moment was repairing Raphael, sewing back together his nephew.
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He had to pull Raphael out from the sea of despair that eat him whole, offer him a longer rope when Raphael was at the end of his. He felt like it was his duty to do this, to pull Raphael out from the wreckage after the great catastrophe, the great tempest that forever altered the landscape of his mind. He was something he had to do for Raphael's mother, his sister. He had to devote himself to this, Raphael was all he had left in this world afterall.

Walking through the horrors that turned this city into a nightmare, Telvern took his time, inch by inch. "And while I'm being entirely honest, there are even times where I loathe myself," candidly, he confessed to the silver-haired young man. "If you find hating me to be an effective way to make you happy, then I shall welcome it. If you find my presence bothersome, then rip out the guts of which you hate. I am always here for you, Raphael, even if you go on ahead and live your entire life bearing resentment towards me."

With half-closed eyes, Raphael's mind flipped and spun around, being caught in a negative space, where even he knew not the gravity of the situation. Elegantly, the mysterious, invisible masked man called fate imparted Raphael with his path of life the very moment he was conceived. Raphael had ran down that path, finding its end, his predestined dead end. However, it seemed even fate could be surprised, the hands of mortals having obtained a power far beyond the natural law.

Raphael walked off of his path, a thick shroud of the unknown laid out before him. To where it led, however, was a complete and utter mystery... even to fate. Where did they have left to go? To where would they end up? To what of the Resistance, of its hopes, of its dreams? Will they ever even be realized?
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14-Aug-2014 17:28:06

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These questions echoed in the heads of every single person that was left, none could be answered. With all that had happened, they needed to put those questions down to rest for a while. They woke up from that nightmare, exiting its embrace. But the flames would haunt them, scorch their minds.

They abandoned that city, leaving that death and ruin behind, leaving behind the bodies of their fallen comrades with heartache. Lucia could only look back, think about what she did, what she saw, what she felt. Those left standing in the wake of the cataclysm could only think about what had happened, what they lost.

One thing they knew was that the Resistance was no more... They were gone, dead. There was nothing left, not even the will to carry on. It was the end of everything, the purple flag that symbolized the Resistance being laid in its own grave, being put to rest.

And Raphael... all he could think about was the negative blackness that blinded him like wool. He wasn't even looking into the future, only looking back into the past. With all of his experiences with the Falador Resistance, the Governanti Resistance, and all of those with the Resistance here in Lumbridge. All of their losses hit him, holding his head down in the waters of anguish, of woe.

All he could really say was that he had nothing left to give, even part of him wishing that Telvern didn't revive him. Why him over someone else? Could it be that there's some other purpose to his existence, other than being Divus' illegitimate son? Irregardless, it didn't matter to the numb young man... Nothing mattered to him.
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14-Aug-2014 17:31:24

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The day passed away, giving birth to the very first day of the week. They left Lumbridge, heading away and just being glad that they made it out alive. Through the swift, earnest, overpowering feeling of defeat that struck the air, they were left to question what exactly was to become of their future.

The End of Chapter 21,
Next Chapter:
Chapter 22: Where Loyalties Lie

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it. ^_^

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