Zin zooms through the air like a bird across the sky. After darting across fifteen feet of air, Zin's back starts to skid across the stone ground. His body finally came to rest just before hitting straight into a building. Zin landed on the ground, his anger and fury brewed almost to an eruption. Modello laid his left leg back beside his right one. His face looked relaxed and calm, ready for anything.
Zin breathed heavily as he absorbed the situation. His breathing slowly became calm once again as his hands quickly clenched together. His blood boiled with rage, a true vehemence exploded in him. Modello's emerald green irises stared blankly at the weakened Zin. His eyes lacked compassion or sympathy. His face very stern. "You simply cannot win," said Modello. "Just surrender."
"Heh heh heh..." the evil laughter mumbled as Zin got back onto his knees. "Ahahahahaha!" Modello seemed completely unfazed by Zin's guffaw. His face still retained it's stern, merciless look. Zin grew to his feet, his face gazing at the stone ground which he once laid upon. After a minute of silence, Zin's red eyes faced Modello's cold and remorseless eyes. "Yeeeesss...you would like to believe that, wouldn't you?" he replied, his voice flared with anger.
"Why do you persist?" Modello questioned.
Zin's hands began to simmer with sparks of fire. "These mortals must be punished for their transgressions," he continued, thrusting his hands out in front of him. "And you...WILL NOT STOP IT!!" Suddenly, out from Zin's hands bursts an enormous blast of flames, brightening the entire world. The flame stood fifteen feet tall and was about eight feet wide. The ferocious blizzard of heat blasted towards the young descendant.
Modello's eyes gazed at the thick wall of seething rage, the bright light reflected off of his eyes and his armour. Moriah felt the unleash of a true flaming hell behind her, the heat she originally thought was powerful pales in comparison to this. With his heart pounding fast in his chest and the smell of smoke jolting into his lungs, there was but one option Modello could do.
Modello's face maintains it's stern, remorseless look. "I can't let you do this, Zin..." he thought. With the readiness and courage to start, Modello thrusts his hands out in front of him. Bursting out from the ground an inch from the palms of Modello's hands shoots a giant shield of white energy, surrounding Modello like a cocoon.
His white submarine is submerged under a giant sea of fire. Modello's entire body shook by the sheer force of the fire. He was deluged by an unbearable heat. "It's too strong..." he muttered to himself, his body being pushed backwards. Arrows of sweat shook down his head as his entire shield began to shake like a tree through a tornado.
Lite stared at the giant spear of flames for just one moment, he realized that Modello was being overwhelmed by the fire. His teeth grit together as his head speeds over to Zin. "Guys," he yelled out to the others. "We need to help Modello!"
Moriah heard Lite's declaration as her glowing green hands faced the burnt body of Bart. She watched in horror as Modello was being pushed back. She healed everybody else she could. But she knew she had to focus on healing Bart. Her mind began to think back to Tamir's shield, something he received from Zin.
She thought of the things she read in her lifetime about Zin and Zion. She then quickly realized something as if a light bulb lit up in her head. The one flaw of the shield. "One of Zin's powers is to repel all attacks!" she yelled out to everyone. "He needs to focus on that shield! But to launch an attack of this magnitude, he needs to focus ENTIRELY on it!"
Varon stood up to his feet as he listened and fathomed exactly what Moriah was saying. "Attack him!" bellowed Varon at the top of his lungs. A crystal spike rises from the ground a foot from where Zin stood. The spike shoots towards Zin's lower back. The extremely sharp spike impales two inches into Zin. The spike quickly recoils back into the ground.
Blood began to pour onto the ground. Varon raced over to Zin's back as his hands clenches tightly onto his crystal shortsword. While in the process of getting to Zin, Varon launched his throwing knives at Zin. These knives make their marks and impale Zin's arms and shoulder. At the close range, Varon swings and thrusts his sword at Zin, causing him great harm. His fiery blast weakens greatly. The elf jumps away, letting the next person make an attack.
Lite readied his Chaotic Longsword, barreling towards the phantom at full speed. Once up close to Zin, Lite grabs the handle of his Chaotic Longsword with both of his hands and swings it across his back with all of his might. His attack creates a deep and extremely painful cut. Zin grits his teeth as he absorbs the assault.
Tal stands to his feet, inhaling a deep breath and then quickly exhaling. As his body lets go of the air, his two scimitars are engulfed by a mouth of fire. Tal charged towards Zin, his exceptional speed transported him to where he wanted to be just as he thinks about it. Tal appears a step behind Zin and readies his swords for the attack.
Tal strikes his blades wildly at Zin's back, swing them at all directions. Zin felt his flesh burning with each swing, the pain and heat radiating with each attack. With each of Tal's attacks, Zin's grip of fire loosens. As Tal slashed and cut Zin's back into a butchered mess, he hears the popping and crackling of electricity behind him.
He ceases his attacks and turns his head behind him. He saw the familiar indigo-purple irises staring down Zin. In the young prince's hand was his trusted Saradomin Longsword, it roared and raged with electricity. Allister walked over to Zin and grabbed the handle of his sword with both of his hands. He strikes his thunderous blade down into Zin's left shoulder.
The prince's blade cuts into Zin's trapezius muscle, pulsing electricity all across his entire body. Zin's eyes widened as his blast becomes greatly weaker. His face became a grimace, the energy of the electricity coursed all throughout his body. On the other side of the fire, Modello began to notice the power of the blast was unbelievably weaker than it once was.
His face stared towards the front, his white energy shell no longer in the esophagus of flames. He inhaled the heat filled air into his lungs and exhaled it back out. "It's weakening," he thought to himself.
"This is your only chance," stated Zion. "You MUST take it. Now!" Modello shook his head, he looked like somebody who was about to run a trial. His hands split apart from each other, his emerald green irises facing straight forward. With the shell of light still around him, Modello leaps forward into the flames. His body charged towards Zin, his feet in an incredible rush.
His left hand was opened and a white light shimmered in the palm of his hand. The sword made of white energy formed once again in his hand. His hand clenched onto the sword's handle as he readied himself for the attack. Zin saw Modello coming and pulled his arms apart from each other, cancelling his attack. Once the blast disappears, Modello's shield disappears too. Zin's legs buckled as he tried to jump away, but strangely his legs would not move.
His red eyes glared down at his legs and then they quickly widened when he saw his legs. In the middle of his feet where two glowing needles, they emitted a blue light. Both of his legs were entirely wrapped by sewing string. His eyes bolt over to his right and he saw Bart. The young seamster was waving at Zin with a smile on his face.
Zin flips his eyes back in front of him and saw that Modello was right in front of him. Modello's eyes glared remorselessly at Zin as flares and sparks of Zin's fire rain down from the sky. "You are going to pay..." thunderously spoke both Modello and Zion as his blade launched towards Zin. "...FOR YOUR INJUSTICE!!"
Modello's blade impales into Zin's chest as he wore a look of shock of his face. Zin felt the blade plunged in and through his heart. Modello's blade appears on the other side of Zin, twisting his blade to the left to inflict more damage. He then pulled his blade out of Zin's heart, blood following the white light. It poured out like a leaking pipe. Zin quickly began falling towards the ground behind him, his life at an end.
His body hits the ground, making a thud as it does. His glowing red eyes faded into a cold, lifeless black. Modello stared down at the inanimate face of the god of hatred, Zion's brother. His emerald green irises still bleeding pitilessness. His white light sword disappeared in his hand, vanishing with the calm wind.
Modello turned to each of his comrades, a grin written on his face. He raises his left hand, giving everyone a thumbs-up. An exult uproar took control over the atmosphere, grinning from ear to ear. Modello closed his eyes and sighed, taking away all the tension in his body. Allister walked up to Modello, throwing his left hand onto Modello's left shoulder. The prince smiled at Modello. "You did well Modello," he said.
Modello opened his eyes. His face pointed towards Allister. "I couldn't have done it without you all." he replied.
Moriah walked over to Modello, she looked directly at him. "Ah, don't be so humble," she said. "You did excellent."
Modello began shuffling his head to each person, each of them shaking their heads in agreement. His head returns to looking at Allister and he shook his head. "Thank you," he thanked.
Moriah turned her head to Allister, her face looked serious. "Allister," she called.
Allister heard Moriah call his name. He turned his face over to her. "Hmm?" he replied.
"Were you able to find anybody?" she asked.
Allister closed his eyes, a sad look took hold of his face. He shook his head side-to-side. "No, unfortunately," he sorrowfully answered. "We're probably the last people in existence."
Moriah's serious face melted into a saddened face. "Oh..." she mumbled.
Modello's smile disappeared on his face. His eyes close and he grew a serious look on his face. "No," he declared. "I refuse to accept that."
Moriah turned to Modello. "That's just how it's going to be," she said. "Whether we like it or not."
Modello shook his head side-to-side. "No," he quickly replied. "That's not how it's going to be."
Allister crossed his arms and raised his left eyebrow. "What do you intend?" he questioned.
His eyes open up and they stare up into the sky. The sky still waged war with thousands and thousands of miles of smoke. He accepted his thought, his idea. He turned to each of his comrades. "Everyone," he said. "I thank you for everything that you have done."
Moriah looked puzzled. "What do you think you're-?" she spoke.
Modello turned to Moriah, a light grin sprung to life on his face. "To you especially, Moriah," he thanked. "Thank you for everything. And I'm sorry for everything...but for this especially."
Allister and everybody else wore the same puzzled look on their face much like Moriah's. Allister took a step forward towards Modello. "What are you doing!?" yelled Allister.
Modello closed his eyes. "As the cure to death and to the blight," he explained. "I'm going to surrender my life to reverse the damage Zin has done."
Moriah's eyes widened. "You're going to do what!?" she shockingly gasped.
"I'm not sure if I know this is going to work," Modello continued. "But as the true descendant of Zion and with his knowledge, I think this will work."
Moriah's eyes began to water. "So...you're..." she spoke, her voice began to break apart. Tears began to poured down her faces.
Modello opened his eyes and reached his left hand out towards her face. He wiping the tears that poured out from her eyes. A smile grew on her face. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll see each other again someday, I promise."
A light smile grew on Moriah's face. Her frail pale blue eyes still clouded by water. She shook her head. "Alright," she replied to Modello, looking at him. "Thank you, Modello."
Modello turned his head over to Allister. Allister smiled at Modello. He held out his left hand to Modello. "It's been the highest honor meeting you," he happily spoke. "Modello."
Modello grabbed Allister's hand, shaking it. "Take care of Alyssa for me." he requested.
Modello lets go of Allister's hand. He looks out to everybody, closing his eyes. "Goodbye everybody." he bid farewell.
Everybody looked on in shock and hope. "Goodbye!" everyone said back to Modello.
Moriah closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling. She let out all of her sorrow. "Goodbye..." she mumbled just loud enough so that Modello could hear. Modello then began to shimmer white and green. And as he did, the air began to fill with a strong tranquility. Modello's entire body suddenly exploded in the colors of white and green.
And then the whole world began to radiant the same colors, the ground and even the smoke smothered sky. Everybody seemed breathtaken, looking all over the place. It was a sea of green and white, enveloping the entire world. Small sparks of green danced in the world. Everybody stared in wonder at this event.
An incredible peace took the atmosphere, an almost unexplainable serenity. Within three minutes, the ground and sky stopped glowing. The flames had disappeared from existence and the flashlight in the night shined beautifully in the sky. Modello was the only light in the darkness, glowing green within the night.
He was a glowing figure. He stared at Moriah with a giant smile on his face. Moriah looked back at Modello. He closed his eyes. "Goodbye Moriah," he bid farewell as he slowly began to disappear. "And take care." Just after he finished his sentence, his glowing body disappeared into small green flares. They waltzed away from the group with the calm breeze.
Moriah clenched her left hand into a fist, softly pressing her left hand against her chest. "Thank you, Modello..." she thanked to herself. "Goodbye."
Just within that same time, across the land and into the lands of Kandarin. Within the crumbled walls of it's capital Ardougne. The cold, lifeless body of men, women, and children that died by the plague ten years ago suddenly became animated once again. They all woke up from what felt like a long, long dream. There was a loud commotion that came alive as everybody got to their feet. They looked all over the place for their loved ones.
Standing back onto her feet was the long asleep Alyssa. She looked all over the area, seeing the city was in shambles, nature taking back the city. She was completely puzzled, lost without an answer. "What is going on?" she questioned to herself. The memories of what had happened that night ten years ago flashed through her mind. "Where's Modello?"
A warm feeling suddenly embraced young Alyssa. It was a loving, joyful feeling. It was a familiar kind of feeling to Alyssa, it was the feeling she always felt around Modello. Suddenly, a rush of information enveloped Alyssa. In an instant, she knew exactly what had happened. She looked up at the crystal clear night sky, a smile grew on her face. Tears of joy poured down her face. "Del..." she thought to herself. "Thank you."
Back into the city of loss, Avdima. Allister looked up at the sky, a smile on his face. "Modello," he thought to himself.
"Brother?" spoke a voice from behind Allister.
Allister's ears automatically acknowledge who's voice spoke to him. He quickly spun around behind him and saw the only thing that mattered to him. It was his beautiful sister, Alena. He couldn't believe his eyes as they began to fill with water. "Alena!" he happily yelled as he ran over to her. Alena opened her arms with a smile on her face.
Moriah and the entire group smiled at the reunion of brother and sister. Allister jumped into Alena's arms. The two embraced each other as the two began to cry tears of joy. "Modello," he said to himself. "Thank you so much..."
The return of life happened everywhere. In Varrock, Falador, Seer's Village, into the desert and land of the elves. Everybody that had been killed by the blight had returned to this world. As time passed, everybody was reunited with their once lost family members. And they began to rebuild their lives.
Months later, Moriah stood at the top of a building in Avdima. The sun was sinking in the sky, the sky was a rainbow of hundreds of colors. She watched the setting sun as the noises of rebuilding life surrounded her. She had a smile on her face. "Modello," she said to herself. "You will never know how grateful these people are to you."
Her head turned to her right. To her right was the very area the group fought Zin. In the center of that area was statue. Standing at 6'1 feet tall was an armoured young man pointing towards the horizon. The statue was of Modello.
The world was back to where it was before the darkness of the blight consumed them all with fear. But with a selfless gift, the world was reborn. That selfless gift was from a man that believed his existence without his love was a punishment for him after he was unable to protect her. From living after a crime to using that life to save the world. At the end of the day, there is a lot to rebuild. But after the death and then living through the crime of a god...has made everybody in the world much, much stronger.
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