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“Listen. You know the vent in the kitchen? This afternoon, all the slaves have kitchen duty to prepare for Mac’s birthday dinner. We can all escape through the shaft!” Mike grinned excitedly. They were going to be freed! Irena sighed.
“Mike, we’ve been over this. Alathazdrar will see us!” she hissed in an undertone, glancing at the evil demon who watched them from the door.
“That’s why we need a distraction. Someone needs to apprehend him,” Mike murmured.
“But the butler will kill them,” Cameron uttered. Mike nodded solemnly, glancing at the portal that stated freedom into the real realm, the purple contents swirling eternally.
“That’s the problem. Who will stay behind?” Mike whispered miserably.
“I’ll do it,” Cameron moaned.
“No, you won’t!” Irena cried under her breath. But before any could reply, Alathazdrar clapped his hands.
“Get back to work!” he rasped. Mike nodded reluctantly and shoveled at the dirt with his spade. Two hours passed and after much sweat and labor, Alathazdrar finally gained them entrance into the manor. They were led down the hall over to the kitchens roughly.
“I’m hungry,” the youngest slave, Danny, groaned. Alathazdrar shoved a month-old roll into his hand and the boy reluctantly bit at it. The demon then hurled them into the clean pristine kitchen. Mike realized the time was coming. Alathazdrar watched suspiciously through the window as the slaves bent down and scrubbed at the floor while others began to prepare meals. The tiny room felt much more cluttered when all were on kitchen duty. Mike groaned as his muscles ached when cleaning the table. Cameron washed dishes rapidly, eyeing the door and then the vent discreetly. Would this work? Mike prayed. But who’d stay behind? Irena was telling the others of the plan.

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Mike realized that he might have to sacrifice his life for these poor people. After an hour of working, they were halfway done and the time had arrived. Every muscle in his body refusing to respond, his teeth chattering, Mike spoke quietly to Cameron.
“It’s time!” Mike groaned and clambered to his feet. He was going to die. His friends would live, but he wouldn’t. Staring at the miserable pleading faces of his peers, Mike approached the door. Alathazdrar raised an eyebrow, as if to say, “Bring it on,” And then Mike thrust his hand out for the door. But someone had beaten him to it.
“GO!” an elderly voice cried and then the kitchen erupted in madness as people leapt over the table, knocking appliances over, scrambling to remove the steel vent from its place. Alathazdrar leap into action and flames burst from his fingertips, ripping the door apart and igniting the range. Mike yowled and ducked behind a counter as the furious demon approached. But then the man who’d tugged at the door arrived. It was Old Man Robert!
“Wait! Robert!” Mike cried but Cameron was already pulling him over to the vent. The slaves, grubby and anarchic, were scrambling up it. However, it was slippery and people kept slipping and falling to the kitchen below. Mike hoisted himself up the vertical chute until he finally reached the horizontal cramped part. He could see a final glimpse of Robert struggling with the demon before more flames erupted and the old man was dead.
“Oh, damn!” Cameron cried as the demon approached the vent. He let out a volt of energy and the last few slaves fell dead.
“No!* a woman cried as her husband perished.
“Mom!” a voice cried and then Danny, the boy, slipped and nearly fell down the chute before Irena grasped his wrist and tugged at him. As more slaves died, Mike noticed the hopelessness of the situation. Had he killed all these people? He then grabbed Danny’s other arm and finally pulled him in.

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“Go!” Mike shouted and then the remaining slaves pushed and shoved their way down the chute. Alathazdrar scrambled to enter the chute, but his massive curved horns hindered it. The last Mike heard was a fearful roar before Alathazdrar stormed the room. They’d escaped the kitchen. But how would they escape the house?

I felt the rush of the wind slapping my cheeks as we sprinted across the forested plain, the horses galloping at an astounding pace. Stephen rode a majestic brown one while I a speedy white. Vallance rode a black steed. He appeared fierce even in ill condition, raising his sword out of his scabbard, white and shining, for the knights behind him to view and gain confidence. At least twenty elite knights were riding to battle, their scorching white armor clunking on every pothole and bump on the ride, of which there were many.
I ducked with a gasp as a branch nearly ripped my head off. Stephen grinned. I stared down at my new glorious white sword in my scabbard, its hilt gleaming in the sun. Could I do this? Mac only had a demon to defend himself with. But could that demon be powerful enough to wipe out an entire army? Amik did not ride with them. Vallance seemed especially angry at him. But why? I sensed mysteries as we hurtled towards Rimmington. At last, among the labyrinthine trunks of the forests, I could see the thatched roofs of the town far in the distance on the distant horizon.
“Now, men! We must ensure the portal is open before the storm the manor! We destroy all! We free the slaves and flee! Beware of the demon! Are you ready?” Vallance cried over the wind. And the knights, myself included, gave a rowdy reply.
“Yes!”

Mac yowled as the door slammed open and Alathazdrar sprinted in, looking altogether furious. The evil tycoon lay exhausted in an arm chair, reading a dusty tome nonchalantly, glancing at the clock every now and then.

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But now he was alarmed at the state of his butler, whose pristine tuxedo was ripped.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mac asked heftily. Alathazdrar narrowed his eyes.
“The slaves have escaped. That man, Robert, distracted me! But I took down all, including him, I could. Yet they’re running rampant through the vent system. We must lock the portal!” Alathazdrar spat, his voice crackling with fury and worry. But Mac remained undaunted at this news. The slaves could easily be recaptured!
“But they’d be expecting that, right? I say we open the portal. They’ll have a ticket out. And the moment they step into Rimmington, we destroy them,” Mac murmured. Alathazdrar began to protest, but thought better and nodded. The two villains sprinted out of the parlor and over to the door. He wrenched it open and hurtled across the dew-strewn grass over to the swirling purple portal.
“Open!” Mac commanded deeply, glancing at the wonderful mansion. There was a crash. A window? They were approaching. The portal swirled into clarity to reveal the quiet town of Rimmington. There’d be no one out and about to see the battle. It would be simplicity! Mac and Alathazdrar stepped through andafter the jolting feeling of dimension travel, the two were standing on the gravel road, twilight gleaming down on them. They waited patiently, staring from forest to portal. At last, movement stirred in the other dimension. A rowdy large group of slaves were sprinting across the yard. Mac smirked wickedly and withdrew his sword, dark black, while Alathazdrar summoned his powers. Yet the butler appeared nervous…

Mike let out a rousing battle cry as they sprinted across the yard. And then, guards leapt from nowhere, garbed in dark grey armor, their faces rugged and bearded.
“What the?” a slave shouted. There were guards? Mac had been concealing his own supporters all the time. And unlike the axe-wielding guards, the slaves were defenseless. The portal, however, was open!

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They could make it! Irena grasped Danny’s hand and wrenched him out of the way as an axe swept through the air. Cameron, Mike, Irena, and her son remained at the back of the crowd. But other slaves were already near the portal. It was going to work! Then, a guard leapt at Cameron, who yowled and swung his fist out to knock the man hardly in the face.
He collapsed and Cameron picked up his axe. A man suddenly fell dead beside him and he gasped. This was a massacre! A guard leapt through the air down on him and Cameron combated his axe with his own, the two engaging in difficult swordplay before finally decapitating the villain. Cameron grimaced at the blood before Mike pulled him out of the way of another guard.
“We’re almost there!” Mike howled over the yells of passerby. Irena was leading the crowd towards the portal. Freedom was approaching!

“They’re coming,” rasped Alathazdrar and Mac grinned, holding his sword, prepare to rip apart any slave who crossed the barrier. But then he noticed some wielding axes. Their men were being defeated! And then there was a vigorous war cry and Mac twisted around with a look of horror swept across his face as an armada of white armor-clad knights leapt out of the trees, yowling, swinging their swords and flails. At least twenty of them approached to seal their fate!
“Oh my lord…Close the barrier. Close it!” yelped Mac, reaching for the swirling portal. Alathazdrar leapt to shut down the entrance to his dimension, but it was too late. The two leaped through the portal as the knights, their horses neighing with pride, galloped after.

I let out a scream with my companions, feeling my head spin as purple colors blurred around my head before the brigade of knights landed with a thump on the clean ground, their horses neighing. And then the battle ignited. Mac and the demon were nowhere to be seen, but the plain was filled with angry guards chasing a group of weary people. The slaves!

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“Charge!” King Vallance shouted gallantly and leapt forward on his valiant steed, swinging his sword around and stabbing it in the heart of an approaching guard. And then the knights followed, engaging in combat, some leaping off their horses to battle the guards on ground while others, like Sir Vyvin, ruthlessly trampled over all in his wake. I urged my horse forward, following a determined Stephen through the maze of battling knights. Stephen yelped as a guard leapt forward, bringing his axe down on the horse’s back, but my friend quickly parried and wrenched the sword out of the villain’s hand. The guard screamed feebly with fear and sprinted away, but another horse quickly trampled him brutally.
“This is bloody!” I cried, ducking as an axe was hurled through the air. A guard followed it, swinging at me, but I quickly stabbed him in the leg and then the stomach. I felt guilt as the man’s blood splattered the grass, but Mac’s secret army was as evil as their leader. Suddenly, I heard panting and twisted around to see Mike leading a young blonde woman over.
“Mike! What happened?” I shouted.
“I could ask you the same! This is Irena! She’s the daughter of King Vallance!” Mike howled. Irena nodded, then gasped at the sight of something. She then sprinted into the conflict.
“Wait!” Mike cried but she’d already kicked a guard aside and leapt onto a black horse. Its rider twisted around on his steed with fear.
“Halt!” he shouted. Then I noticed it was King Vallance and then his eyes lit up with bliss at the sight of his daughter.
“Dad,” Irena whispered.
“Honey,” Vallance replied after a cough. They hugged briefly, tears streaming down their cheeks, before a guard sprinted towards them, having stolen a horse. I gasped and galloped after to intercept. Stephen caught my eye and pursued. I stirred my horse to leap over a nasty corpse and then I swung my sword at the villain, slicing his arm off.

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He screamed as blood seeped out of the stunt and Stephen finished the kill. Mike pursued, slicing at any who dared to apprehend him.
“I freed the slaves! We escaped!” Mike howled as he approached his brother.
“Great! Then our work is done! Let’s go!” Stephen urged with a grin.
“Your sister,” I reminded him and Stephen’s face fell.
“We have to save her,” Stephen murmured. I nodded.
“You lead these people out,” I told Mike, but he shook his head vigorously.
“No! We’ll hold the villains off, you storm the mansion, find Clare, and see if you can slice up that wretched man in the process!” Mike explained. Before I could protest, he leapt onto a horse and rode off to battle, which had gotten quite ugly. The guards were losing, but still took a death toll. I gasped as a white knight was hurled off his injured horse. I then spotted Vallance riding alone, slicing at all villains.
“Sir! Where’s your daughter?” I called, navigating the bloody battlefield.
“She’s finding her son! Who knew I was a grandfather!” Vallance cried wistfully.
“We should storm the fort! Stephen’s sister is locked there and we must bring Mac to justice!” I howled. Vallance nodded and then rampaged forward. Stephen and I followed before someone stopped the horse. I twisted around to slice at him, but then noticed Cameron with blood on his cheek.

“I’m coming with you!” he shouted.
“No! Mike needs you!” I explained. He shook his head angrily, though.
“I know the mansion! I can get you to Clare!” he pleaded. I nodded reluctantly and Cameron clambered aboard the horse before we led the way over to the house. Vallance and a few other knights had already shattered windows, broken wall, decapitated imp statues. It was going to work! We halted at the wall and leapt off our steeds before following the king through a hole in the wall into the dusty workshop.

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It seemed some guards had remained inside to protect their master, as a man suddenly leapt from behind a bookcase and slashed out at Vallance. But Stephen kicked him in the face and disposed of the villain before helping a winded Vallance up. I picked my way through the wreck over to Cameron.
“Where now?* I inquired over the screams of war.
“Just down this hallway and take a left!” Cameron urged. I nodded and followed him down.

Mike and Irena yowled as a horse collapsed almost on top of them. Its slayer sliced at the two and Mike parried. The two engaged in fancy swordplay, the guard chopping wildly with his axe while Mike blocked diligently with his sword before finally wrenching the axe away and stabbing the evildoer. However, no matter how many guards they slew, more returned in their wake, with newer weapons.
“Where are they getting all this?” Irena screamed.
“There has to be a storage in the manor!” Mike replied and then led the way over to the crumbling mansion. It seemed a white knight was hurling flaming logs into the window. They shattered and the innards burst into flames! But John and the others were still in there! Mike leapt over a flying guard and then scrambled through a hole in the wall, helping Irena in. They then sprinted down the dusty hall. Smoke started penetrating from the upper floors. Screams were heard as Mac’s inner army was being scorched. At least the knight had had perfect aim! Mike scrambled up the staircase, then yowled as the entire structure shook and a pillar of wood collapsed with a crack in front of Irena.
“Jump!” Mike called and the princess leaped the distance just before the pillar burst into flames.
“How’ll we get out?” Irena fretted as they burst onto the smoky landing.
“We’ll find a way!” Mike assured before sprinting down the dark hallway. Flames licked from the nearest room and then the door collapsed to let a volley of smoke bombard in.

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The two coughed and Mike pulled Irena into a side-door, panting heavily, shutting the door behind them. The two lay sprawled on the floor, sighing with relief. Mike then opened his eyes to realize he was in the portal room. And Alathazdrar was standing by the portal. Oh no! Mike leapt to his feet, withdrawing his sword, standing in front of Irena.
“You think a meager weapon can destroy me! I wish to rip your veins apart, but I shall let others do that. Behold!” Alathazdrar rasped in his formidable voice and then the demon pointed with a long-nailed finger towards a blue portal. It gained clarity and Mike and Irena gasped when they noticed at least ten of the most vicious beasts ever approaching. The first scrambled through the portal, letting a feral roar. It was a werewolf, massive and brimming with grey matted hair, spiking up around the ears. Its eyes were a demonic red and its red clothes were tattered and scarred. The werewolf let out a vicious howl, revealing blood-stained sharp teeth. Irena shook with fear. And then more werewolves joined the first until an entire army of the horrid beasts stood beside Alathazdrar.
“Mac. Mac is leading an armada of werewolves into Asgarnia. From Morytania,” Mike whispered with fear. The demon laughed raucously.
“Not at all! The arrogant fool titled Mac was only a pawn in my plan! These werewolves cannot cross the cursed River Salve, but now they can penetrate the outer lands and Zamorak shall rule once more!” he hissed.
*Now destroy these cretins!” Alathazdrar commanded and with a mighty roar, the first werewolf leaped. Mike yowled, shutting his eyes, raising his sword, but there was a sudden rumble and Mike’s feet buckled as the floor cracked in two, pillars and girders crashing down, the room bursting into flames. Irena had leapt at the final moment onto the safe side, but Alathazdrar had stumbled over to Mike’s side and now the two were separated by a growing rift and a wall of flames.

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The werewolves yowled with fury as their brethren burned to death. They did*’t notice Irena.
“Go,” Mike whispered. The princess reluctantly nodded and scrambled out of the window, out of sight.
“Destroy the knights!” Alathazdrar commanded before facing Mike. The werewolves howled their agreement before leaping out the window onward.
“Prepare to die,” the demon butler hissed before letting out a volley of vicious darkness which took Mike by surprised. The warrior was hurled across the room and slammed into the wall.

“What in the name of Saradomin is going on?” I shouted as the mansion crumbled. Stephen, Cameron, and I were sprinting down the hall. Vallance had already been separated. Embers and smoking debris thundered everywhere. We were blinded by the billowing smoke and the walls were trying to hold up the flaming floor up above. Cameron twisted around the bend and leapt out of the way of a chunk of cement. I slashed my way through a tapestry before Stephen ripped the door open to reveal a bedroom. Unlike the rest of the house, it was completely untouched by the vicious flames. And sprawled on the bed, Stephen’s beautiful weary sister lay, tied down by blankets!
“Clare!” Stephen gasped, rushing over to hug his sister.
“Steve! Watch out!” Clare muttered before a sword was hurled across the room. Stephen yowled and ducked out of the way. And then there was a gasp. I twisted around and my eyes went wide as Cameron stared at his bloody stomach, a sword impaling through it.
“He’s not dead. Yet,” a voice murmured and Mac emerged from the shadows, wielding his massive black sword.
“Your friend’* lucky. The maneuver is meant to injure, not to kill,” the villainous tyrant pointed at the gasping Cameron, who collapsed on the floor, blood pouring out. Stephen quickly cut Clare’s bonds before rushing to tend to his friend. I remained where I was, my eyes bubbling with fury. This man had to be destroyed!

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