Zion was gazing upon the metal concealed face of the soldier, his emerald green eyes peered into the eyes of the soldier. The soldier was paralyzed in an unshakable fear. It was as if Zion's angry but cold gaze had entered the soldier's soul. The soldier's body felt as if it wasn't his own anymore. The general grew impatient. "Did you not hear me, soldier!?" he angrily yelped. "Kill her!"
The knight recoiled his blade from Alicia's throat, walking backwards away from Alicia. The general grit his teeth, utterly angered by his soldier's decision. "Coward!" he roared, drawing his steel sword from its sheath strapped on his right hip. "Fine! I'll kill her myself!"
Alicia seemed almost unnaturally calm, as if she knew she was going to be alright despite the general's threat. He charged towards Alicia with his sword held up above his head. Zion's head quickly jerked onto the general. When his glance locked on the general, his body froze solid like a statue. Much like his soldier, his body felt as if it was lost to him.
"Leave." ordered Zion. To the hearing of the general, Zion's voice boomed like righteous thunder. Both the soldier and general turned away from Zion against their will. They start the long trip back to Zamorak's castle, taking one slow step at a time. Zion's eyes close, he releases breath out from his body. His justly fury is released out into the atmosphere. The raging flame in front of the thirteen-year-old boy disappeared so quickly just as Zion lets go his anger.
Zion's eyes open back up like the curtains open up a show. His eyes no longer lit up white, they returned to his normal eyes. He turns over to Alicia who was pretty much just standing on one leg. "Sit down," he said. "I'll heal your wound."
"So you're Zion, huh?" she curiously asked, sitting herself down in the barricade of snow and ice. She extended her left leg out so that Zion may heal it. "My father said you were powerful...but from what I just saw, that's a complete understatement..."
He grabbed his hood with his hands, pulling it down to reveal himself. "It's what happens to fools who are delusional." spoke Zion, knelling down beside Alicia's left leg. His blonde ponytail slides down beside the left side of his neck. He places his hands over the arrow embedded in her leg. His hands then flare into the color green. "Hold still."
Alicia seemed curious about something, raising an eyebrow. "You're not going to remove the arrow?" she eagerly questioned.
Zion focused his vision down upon the arrow without a single second of turning his glance somewhere else. "Don't need to." he quickly answered, shaking his head. "Would you like me to do that?"
"Haha," she laughed. "No, this is quite alright."
He let out a light smirk. "Well, good." he replied. Just within the short conversation, the arrow and wound had completely disappeared. Zion stood back on his feet, he looked down at Alicia and he extended his right hand out to her. The young girl looked up at the boy, reaching out for his hand. She clenched Zion's right hand as if his arm was her rope of life.
Zion quickly pulled her up to her feet. She softly plants her feet down in the white blanket below her and the red cloaked boy in front of her. Her indigo-purple irises curve onto the pale skinned face of Zion. A gentle smile graced her face. Zion turned his emerald green irises onto her and the two just stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. Not a single word was whispered from under their lips.
During this moment, Alicia just noticed that she was still holding Zion's hand. She quickly recoils her hand and turns her head away from the thirteen-year-old boy. (co) "Th-thank you..." she thanked, her voice nervous. Her cheeks turned red. But then after a minute, she turned her head back over to Zion. "I think I should be back to my father. I'm sure he's worried sick right now."
Zion shook his head. "That's probably a good idea." he replied.
"Yeah," she softly spoke. "But really, thank you so much for everything you've done."
Zion's light smirk turns into a smile. "Of course." he softly riposted. "Would you like me to teleport you there?"
Alicia calmly shook her head. "No, I'll just walk there." she answered, rejecting his offer. "But thank you." She then starts walking back to the castle in Lucio. As she's walking, she turns her head back towards Zion. "Goodbye," she bid her farewell, turning her head back towards the snow concealed pathway before her feet. "Zion..."
~+~+~
Out from the world of the Third Age where the tyrant god Zamorak ruled over many, the sun rose upon the disease gripped world of the Fifth Age. The light of the torch of the heavens purged the existence of the darkness that once engulfed the world. Clouds blanket the lively sky, concealing the colors that burn bright during the gracious morning.
Even if it was about 7am, Moriah headed towards the castle of the city of loss. She was armed with catapults of knowledge and blades of readiness. She was eager to get to the kingdom, ready to launch her bullets of truth to the prince's ears. Strangely albeit knowingly, the entire city was covered by the shroud of silence.
Moriah acknowledged that the blight may have wiped out everyone, including her own comrades. Her hasty footsteps directed as fast as she could speed off, echoing across the entire city. The silence was extraordinary, not a single whisper washed across the wind. The young magic user's footsteps was like a pounding drumline of thunder within a city where all of it's usual morning sounds have been utterly purged.
She arrives at the gates into the castle that guides this young city, where the royal blood of the city of Avdima were assassinated by the reluctant killer Adrian. Even the rich district, where the bellow of the rich would fill the air was a wasteland of silence. No guards protected the entrance unlike the last time Moriah stood before the golden gates into the castle.
Moriah wore a mask of concern on her face, shuffling her eyes across every inch of the area. There was absolutely no sign of life within the entire city. She drew in the diseased air into the threshold of her bellows, releasing it back into the blight gripped world around her. She quickly made her way straight into the brain of the city, where all commands and movements of the city were made.
She passes the ten foot high kingdom doors that stood quietly ajar. Even within the walls of the castle, there was nothing left. The absence of sound was becoming rather eerie to Moriah. Regardless of her current feelings, she bolted up the stairs. Then easily climbing the five cases of stairs within a few minutes.
She rushes down a long hallway which held the wooden glided doors she has recently become familiar with. The doors into the quarters of the Prince and Princess of the city. Much like the downstairs of the castle, there was absolutely no guards present. Moriah paused right in front of the door, exhausted as she inhaled gallons of air into her lungs.
She stood still and firm, reaching her hand out towards the wooden door. Just as her hand made a connection with the clearly cut wood before her exhausted body, the doorknob twists. The door sways open, revealing the prince Allister. His indigo-purple irises gaze upon the energy drained Moriah.
Moriah looked up at Allister, raising her hand up. She starts waving it, greeting the youthful prince before her. Allister bowed his head. "Good to see you again," he spoke.
Moriah let out a sigh, relieving herself of all the exhaustion. "You too." she replied.
Allister turned his head towards the shell that surrounded him. "Come," he said. He walks back into his room, Moriah following shortly behind. She closes the large wooden door behind her. Allister curiously gazes back at the magic user. "What do you want?"
"I think..." she spoke, her voice drained. "I know how to bring Modello back to us."
"But what good will be done by recoiling Modello's life? I mean, much of the population has been wiped out. The kingdom is in ruins and it's only a matter of time before we're taken as well." said Allister.
"It'll do you much good," spoke a voice. Both Moriah and the prince quickly curve their heads over to the source of the voice. It was the man cloaked under black, Drake. His jet black stare turns onto the prince. "Modello is the descendant of Zion, the cure to the blight. With any luck, Modello could very well be able to purge the disease from the world."
Allister quickly clenches tightly onto his blade's handle. "Who are you?" he quickly questioned, his voice raised. "Speak now before I draw my blade!"
Moriah quickly ran in front of the embattled prince, waving her hands side-to-side. "It's alright," she assured, trying to call off Allister. "I know him, his name is Drake. He's a friend."
Drake closed his eyes. "I do not wish to fight you, Prince Allister," he softly stated. "I only wish to assist you and the city of Avdima."
"As you wish," he calmly spoke, releasing his grip from the handle of his holy blade of Saradomin. He turned his eyes from the hooded Drake and onto Moriah. "If Moriah trusts you then I see no reason to suspect you."
Drake bows, pulling his upper body down like a lever. His front faced the carpet below their feet. "Thank you," he respectful thanked, standing straight up again.
Moriah turns to Allister. "We need the Tablet of Zion." she stated, crossing her arms.
"And why exactly?"
"It makes sense now that I think about it," Moriah spoke, turning her focus onto her thoughts. "The Tablet contains the very life essence of Zion. Everything he knew, his experiences, his powers, even his very soul. They all are held within the Tablet. I have absolute confidence that we can find Modello there."
Allister closed his eyes, drawing breath deep into himself. He catapults the air back out into the world, launching it straight out from under his lips. "This would mean we need to head back into the grounds of our enemy..." he said, his voice seeming also apprehensive of the future before them. His hands tightly clench together as sweat rolls like a barrel down his forehead.
Moriah gave Allister a strange look, she seemed rather concern. "What's the matter?" she worriedly asked.
"I don't know why but I can't stop this overwhelming feeling..." he mumbled, looking up upon the ceiling. The ceiling above held a stained glass window shaped in the star of Saradomin. "It's like the embrace of a great catastrophe...I just don't know what to think since this feeling started."
"Well, your city was struck by Zin's Blight," mentioned Drake, turning to the greatly distraught prince. "That may be the source of your trouble."
Allister didn't seem confident in what Drake suggested. "Maybe..." he softly spoke, his voice a flood of uncertainty. Allister slowly tilted his head over to Moriah, his face a mask of a thousand emotions. "I need you to get Lite, Bart, and Varon...that is if they still are among us."
"They are!" she confidently assured. "I know it."
Drake confidently smirked, closing his eyes. "I assure you, Prince Allister," he spoke, his voice full of certainty. "All of them are in good health."
Moriah curiously gazed upon the hooded man. "How do you know about-" she quickly questioned.
Not making eye contact with Moriah, he reveals his deep dark irises. "I know because you all are praised by the people of this city." he stated, interrupting Moriah's sentence.
Moriah crossed her arms into a bowtie and turned her head out towards the window. "I guess I should've figured that..." she softly mumbled.
Drake begins walking towards the door, his black leather boots connect upon the carpet below them. His steps silenced by the soft fabric. But just as he passed the left side of the prince, his footsteps freeze like the coldest night. His head makes no motion but his eyes turn like a cannon onto it's target. And that was onto Allister. "I sense you do not trust me." he softly whispered to the prince's ear.
The prince doesn't turn his head nor eyes onto the hooded Drake. His indigo purple irises remain focused upon the window to the front of the room. "I don't." he quickly murmured back.
Drake closed his eyes like a cloak over a lifeless body. "I can't help but to wonder why..." he quietly riposted.
"I have my reasons," he answered, his voice hushed. "Reasons that you needn't know."
"As you wish," he replied. Just as suddenly as their conversation of the trust issue emerged, it just as suddenly ended. Drake quickly made his way out from the kingdom of the royalty. Allister turned his body towards the back of the shadow cloak, his indigo purple glance took a strong grip upon him. His glance seemed almost angered, disturbed.
Moriah looked over to the prince and realized that Drake had disappeared. The young magic user starts to walk over to Allister just as begins to sense that something was wrong with the prince. "Hey," she called, speaking out to Allister. "Is everything alright?"
The physical appearance of Allister's anger suddenly vanishes into the air. He turns his calm mask over to the concerned Moriah, his face barely able to put on the mask of a straight face. "Everything's fine." he quickly answered, his voice a flood of assurance. But deep down inside it, the positive declaration was nothing more but a shroud to keep Moriah from the truth.
"If you say so," she replied, acknowledging that he's barely containing his feelings. Moriah rubs the back of her head. "So, um, how's Alena?"
"Get to your orders," he riposted, his voice apathetic but deep down it brewed emotions like a super thunderstorm. His eyes fell down, cloaking half of his full eyes. His straight face collapses like a building in a tornado. "Please..."
Moriah quickly puffed out oxygen from her bellows, she turned to the prince. "I shall." she acknowledged, quickly making her way out towards the quarters of the son and daughter of the royal family. She paused in front of the door, latching her right hand onto the handle of the door. She twisted the doorknob and pulled it open. She swooped out the door and closed it shut behind her.
Once outside the quarters, she leans her back against the wooden door. Her hands clenched the doorknob and her face was a cover of sorrow. She knew deep down the pain that she struck in him just by mentioning the subject. She closed her eyes and let out a breath. "I'm sorry," she apologized out towards the atmosphere.
Back within the quarters, the sound of the gateway into the shell around the prince closing waved across the world around him. Just as the noise echoed into his ears, he slowly begins stepping towards the silent room of his sister. One foot always seem to lag behind, taking at least three seconds before one foot took the lead on the other foot.
Tears then suddenly rained down his soft skinned cheeks. The droplets of rain crash onto the blurite forged surface of his boots and then crawled down onto the carpet. Whimpers whispered out from his lips, the flood of sorrow broke through the levees of his endurance. His heart shattered like a glass cup taking a drop from the tallest mountain.
Moriah heard the crushed prince's whimpers echo out into the hallway just outside his quarters. Her being couldn't take it any longer, she bolted off the surface of the door. Her feet then start pulling away from the wooden portal. She steadily walks away from Allister's quarters despite her dislike for taking orders. But she knows now is not the time to argue. Afterall, the prince just lost his whole world...
About ten minutes pass since she left the quarters of the now lamenting prince, she arrives at a house near the west wall of Avdima. It was rather large house, given that it was in the rich district. It was your everyday mansion. Moriah tilts her head up and her ocean blue irises lock onto a certain ragdoll she had become quite familiar with.
She wore a rather irritated mask on her face. "Oh, of course the guy who talks to the doll gets the fancy house..." she growled to herself. She grabs five Air Runes from the pouch of an incredible collection of runes strapped on her hip. The runes are then enveloped in a white light just as they are embraced tightly in Moriah's hand.
Her body is suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand of air as if she were a toy doll. Her feet lift off from the ground, hurling up onto the red roof extension just in front of the window with Forscythe glancing out with his light red button eyes. The young magic user touches down softly on the strong roof extension. Her left foot was completely stuck onto the extension with her knee folded up.
The upper half of her right foot and lower right knee touch the extension and the tips of her right hand's fingers latched onto it as well. The right side of her left elbow rested on the top of her left knee. Her pale blue irises took sight onto the ragdoll's face. After a half of minute of looking into the button-stitched eyes, it seemed as if Moriah was staring the eyes of the demon. An overwhelming yet unexplainable feeling took her.
But just before that feeling took control, Moriah's glance is stolen by motion within the window. Moriah gazed into the window, looking into a room that had a forest of folded quilts. Trees of cloth rose from the ground and onto the ceiling covered the room. In front of a wooden table was the distracted Bart, sailing his needle across the barren sea of strings and cloth.
Moriah clenched her left hand into a ball. She twists her hand so that the back of her hand faces the glass. Her pale skinned knuckle touches the smooth surface. She recoils her hand back towards her and throws it back at the window, knocking against the glass to grab the sewer's attention at least five times. However, he seemed more or less distracted by his sewing.
