Chapter 14
"We must make contact with the Druids on the island, as they hold the key to crossing the river. If we can make get across the river and bring the fighting to Zamorack then he will be much harder pressed to defend himself, and even if we do lose they will not have gained much ground," the King of Ardougne urged, "If we lose a battle on our side of the river then we are lost, as there is no way we can repel an assault starting so close to our base."
"Yes, yes, send one of your men," the King of Varrock said somewhat absent-mindedly as he poured over maps of the region, moving little wax balls around the map. "So if we strike here..." he murmured under his breath, however his train of thought was cut short by a single, high pitched, note from his herald. A few moments later there was a knock on the door.
"The elves have arrived!" a young messenger boy blurted out. Though young, he wore a sword at his side with a disturbing ease, and his eyes were not those of a naive young man, but rather filled with a sadness which would be hard to find in the eyes of most grown men.
Noting this, the King of Ardougne asked, "What's your name boy?"
"I am Maly*tryx," the boy answered simply. Noting a bemused look on the King's face he expanded, "I am from the North. My town was attacked by Zamorack's forces when I was out hunting, and now I am the only survivor from the once well-to-do city of Helenis. In the North our names are different than yours, I've noticed. My name... it's in the old tongue of man. It means great fire. My mother was fluent in the old tongue, and it was said when she was younger she was a powerful witch, but I know nothing of those matters."
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