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Aidyn Levet
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Aidyn Levet

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“Hello,” the man said to him. “My car broke down just down the road a bit, and I was wondering if I might use your phone?” He stood there, trembling from the cold.
“Yes, please come in. You must be cold out there on a day like this. Just, wipe your feet on the mat and I'll fetch you the phone.” He replied.
“Ah, thank you so much. Uh, what's your name?” The man asked as he obeyed, wiping his wet shoes on the burgundy ‘Welcome' mat.
“My name's Jim Brand. What's yours?” said Jim, as he searched for the cordless.
“Uh, Henry Jacobs.” Henry replied, as he set his soaked umbrella against the wall. It had once been blue, but was now so soaked that it seemed black.
Jim returned with the phone, holding it out to Henry.
“Ah, thank you.” Henry said, as he snatched the phone from him. He dialed the tow trucks number and held the phone to his ear. Just then, the kettle whistled. In all this sudden excitement on such a bleak day, he had forgotten about his coffee. Henry jumped as the kettle began to whistle. Jim took the kettle off the element, and asked Henry if he wanted some coffee while he waited. Henry was still cold from the pouring rain, and gladly accepted the steaming drink.
It was about twenty minutes later that the tow truck arrived. Henry dashed out in a hurry to meet the tow truck driver. He had set his cup of coffee down, but forgotten his umbrella behind. Jim tried to chase after him with the umbrella, but Henry was already in the tow truck, speeding away. Jim was left standing in the rain, quickly becoming soaked. Rather than stand there feeling stupid in the rain with an umbrella in his hands, he opened the blue umbrella and raised it over his head.

02-May-2010 04:49:47 - Last edited on 02-May-2010 04:50:48 by Aidyn Levet

Aidyn Levet
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Aidyn Levet

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A marvelous thing happened then. The clouds parted, revealing the bright, summer sun. The birds began to sing a cheery tune. The road dried up. And suddenly, the day was not so bleak anymore. The grass seemed greener than he had ever seen it before, and even the plain, boring house he lived in seemed interesting and fun, like when he had first bought it. Curious, he closed the umbrella again.
The sky became overcast. The birds, silent. The road, soaked. The grass, brown. And his boring, old house, plain once more. He sighed heavily, and knew that the man had left the umbrella on purpose. Why else would he have been soaked when carrying an umbrella? It was a gift to him. For helping out a stranger in need. He walked in to work with a smile on his face, and a bounce in his step that his co-workers had not seen in a long time.

02-May-2010 04:50:01

Eri Vi
Jun Member 2010

Eri Vi

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You are a cruel taskmaster Logan, :P I'll see what I can do to fix it...
Edit: I've done the impossible, edited my story to one character less than the limit, not including the title and 'The End.'
I'll also include a prologue and epilogue, as there is some assumed knowledge of RuneScape history that would be unknown to those who haven't completed the 'Ghostly Robes' mini-quest and 'Meeting History,’ not to be included in the judging. Is that acceptable?

02-May-2010 09:04:59 - Last edited on 02-May-2010 09:51:05 by Eri Vi

Eri Vi
Jun Member 2010

Eri Vi

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Sticks and Stones.

The child’s small hands, tightly wrapped around four small stones, instinctively waved through the thick air; his soft features wrought with concentration. The light material of his shirt quivered as he threw the grey stones to the small pile of timber at his knees.
“Fire!” He yelled as they clashed together, yet they merely glowed for a moment, sympathetically, before returning to their natural state. He rose from the ground, very much disappointed, sighed, “aw shoot...” and reached between the twigs to retrieve the stones.
“Jack dear, you’re not playing with those silly rocks again are you?” His mother inquired from over at the small, wooden tool shed she was attempting to build.
“They not just rocks mum! I tell you that!” Jack placed his hands on his thin, leather belt and glared at her, Laura, in mock anger. “They WOONE STONES, and they magic. Mizanar says so!”
“Ah yes, Misalionar. You know I don’t like his kind,” she frowned slightly, “those druids are a strange bunch.”
“But MUM! He says that one day I’ll be a mighty wizard like him, but he says I need to practice first.” Jack’s chubby face lit up at the thought, “in fact, I going to be called... Super Jack the Fantasmic!”
“Super Jack the Fantasmic indeed! And all of Gielinor shall cower before your strength.” Laura couldn’t suppress the laughter.
“No mum! Not ALL of Geelnor, just the baddy gobwins and twolls, I’m gonna be a good guy!”
Laura ruffled his short, blonde hair lovingly and looked deep into his crystalline, blue eyes. “I know you will sweetheart, I know you will...” She sighed yieldingly, “oh alright then, go play with your ‘woone stones,’ just don’t hurt yourself”
“Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!” Jack’s little, white teeth shone in the light as a grin spread across his face.

“Hm... Why is it not working?” Jack asked himself out loud, as he again threw the small stones together. “Maybe I need a magic stick like Mizanar...”

03-May-2010 10:33:03 - Last edited on 03-May-2010 10:52:50 by Eri Vi

Eri Vi
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Eri Vi

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Jack ran around the timber cottage towards an old oak, moving in a most unusual way as his bare feet stepped on broken twigs. Upon reaching its gnarled and twisted trunk he leapt up to the lowest branch. He nimbly clawed his way along along the tough bough, and then reached up to the next branch in the tree’s maze of copse.
Extending his arm as high as he could, he broke off a good sized stick, about twelve inches in length, and tossed it to the earth below him before jumping after it. Settling down in the luscious grass he pulled a small whittling knife from his belt and set about shaping its light material to fit his hand.
With his new found wand in hand, Jack struck the runestones together and flung them into the stack of dry kindling. He clasped the oak shaft between his fingers and aimed it at the stones.
“Fire,” Jack’s broad eyebrows narrowed, “Fire!” his knuckles were becoming white, “FIRE!” He yelled it from desperation, and the simple twig in his hands began to glow.
The light condensed, forming a blazing sphere of heat at the skinny end of the wand. It almost slipped from his palms as the heat grew; the orb was growing larger by the second. Jack’s eyes lay focused on the pile of wood, not a single muscle twitched.
Then, in one swift movement, he brought the oaken wand behind his back and flung it forwards, as if throwing the orb of fire. And it worked. As his arm reached its extent the fire lunged forwards, combusting the air in its wake. The contact it made was spectacular, blazing embers and fiery splashes of molten heat exploded in all directions – setting ablaze not only the campfire, but all nearby grass in a few metres radius.
Jack’s eyes widened in surprise, half the hair on his head singed back to the root and his cotton clothing slowly smouldering. Laura ran outside, leaving the door swinging on its hinges, and screamed when she saw her child and the inferno he had created.

03-May-2010 10:33:04 - Last edited on 03-May-2010 10:54:36 by Eri Vi

Eri Vi
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Eri Vi

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She quickly doused him with a bucket of ice-cold water and embraced him in her arms, thinking he must be terrified; but Jack just quietly rolled his new wand between his fingers, and smiled.

Many thousands of years later...
“Please Dhalak, don’t do this!” Lennissa tore the heavy cowl from her face, the stained leather then slipping from her hands.
“Zaros is too powerful, if this works Lennissa...” Dhalak took her shoulders in his worn hands, “if this works, then Zaros will be no more.”
She twisted from his grip and stepped back, “don’t ask this of me. For if you do you know I shall.” Her light blue eyes brimmed with tears which glistened as the shafts of moonlight fell between them. The night was still, for all animals had forsaken this place, not even the trees spoke.
Dhalak melted as he looked into those eyes, “you are my only love Lennissa, I would die before I let any harm come upon you.” He reached out towards her, and she accepted. They stood in silence for hours; one could almost see their souls reaching through the physical connection.
“This will actually work, won’t it?” even her whisper seemed to echo throughout the forest, “this will end the war.” She fell into his arms.
“My darling, it will work. Your work will be done, as will mine.” He smiled for the first time years, “Lennissa, once this is done, the war will end. Gielinor will be at peace.”
She reached up and brushed the dark hair from his rough face, and though still in tears, she playfully took his pointed hat and threw it to the ground. “For Saradomin,” she whispered in his ear.
“For Gielinor.”

The stagnant air of the dungeon smelt of rotting flesh and sewage; his anxious footsteps echoed on the bloodstained bricks and tiles as he paced down the narrow corridor lit only by the glow of his torch.
Rounding a sharp corner he came to an open cellar, shrouded in darkness. He waved his torch around the room, “show yourself Viggora,” he muttered.

03-May-2010 10:33:14 - Last edited on 03-May-2010 10:41:21 by Eri Vi

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