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Some years ago in fair Varrock I visited the square.
I went to get my fortune told by the gypsy there.
I crossed her palm with a golden coin and settled on the stool
And said to Aris, "Tell me straight. Don't make of me a fool."
She gazed into her crystal ball with showmanship-like flair
But suddenly her colour drained and a chill was in the air.
"I see," she whispered, cold as ice, "an apocalyptic sight."
"Wizards clustered, chanting loud, intoning in the night."
"Delrith!" she screamed, leaping up, shivering to the core.
"Risen again among the stones. Summoned here once more!"
I sprang up from my seat in fear. "How are we to fight?"
"Wally's sword," the hag replied. "The mighty Silverlight."
"Sir Prysin has it locked away but this battle can be won."
"Retrieve the sword for you must be Varrock's new champion."
"Beware, this demon cannot be slain. Banish him, you must."
"Learn this verse to chant when he is kneeling in the dust."
So armed with knowledge and the sword, I made my nervous way
To the accursed circle where the scarlett demon lay.
Springing from behind a stone, I held the great sword high
And with the strength of heroes past, gave a valiant cry.
The wizards all recoiled as one, while Delrith took my blows
Then staggering unto the earth, I chanted 'ere he rose.
Fading fast from mortal plane, he fixed me with his gaze.
Piercing me with mind so foul, he uttered but one phrase:
"You dare thwart me and my Lord's plans amid this evil henge."
"You shall be our champion when we come for sweet revenge!"
~Dreamweaver~
November, 2008
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