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~ Continued ~

"I am Lilla of Varrock, and I wish to find my Grandpapa." She said, looking directly into the eyes of anger.

"If he is here he is surely dead!" He boomed, but felt a twinge of goodness seep in through his anger.

Lilla responded…

"I know my grandpapa is dead. My mama told me he died a hero's death, and all the land should revere the memory of those who fought so valiantly in life for us! I have come in search of a ghostly knight, and I think you may be he.

If you were Sir Nicolas of Varrock, in the light of all that was good in your human world of Gielinor, I beg of you and all the revenants to unite and fight in the name of Guthix against the evil wasteful adventurers that kill the animals and people of our land, deplete the vegetation, and use up our resources in the name of training.

I beg you all to take arms against the offenders of our land!”

The dawn's light shone across the ravaged land of Gielinor. The fight was hard, yet the vile adventurers had met their doom. The revenants had destroyed them in the name of renewed goodness Lilla had brought them. In the end the Gods stepped in, Zamorak and Saradomin using their powers to turn the adventurers against each other, and finally Guthix slapped the land killing all but one man and one woman decreeing that humanity be given a last chance with these two.

"Let the healing begin!" Guthix said.

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Leela Feliz

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~ A Mother's Vengeance ~

* December 2008 *

You took
My father's arms from my mother
My father's eyes from his children
My father's life from this world
My father's heart from his family
He wanders lifeless now, in the wilderness

I'll take
Your arms with the sword of my hatred
Your eyes with a poison dagger
Your life with the fire of my passion
Your heart with the weapon of my contempt
You will wander defenseless

You cannot hide
From the tears of my mother
From the eyes of their children
From the world
From my vengeance

I will find you
Your arms will fail the mother of your children
Your eyes will never see them again
Your heart will grieve as mine does
Your pain will be my salvation

I will give you
The ruination of your land
The strife of your people
The beginning of Armageddon
The end of your creation

Hear me King Roald, Zamorak, Saradomin, and Guthix
I, daughter of Sir Nicolas, mother of Lady Lilla,
Shall have vengeance! For you have taken my life!

* This would have been the poem I acted out for the finals but the contest was changed. ^_^

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Leela Feliz

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~ December 2008 ~ (My Final Round of this Contest)

Roald lay, twisted and moaning, on his sickbed. Thalius, coerced into betrayal, suffered at the sight of his liege in agony, but the thought of his daughter’s suffering affected him more. Caught between two dire situations, Thalius, indeed, felt like a puppet on a string.

As the night wore on, Thalius walked the streets restlessly, seeking a way out of his dilemma. In a dark alley, in the deepest shadows, he came to speak with the Gypsy Aris. The thought of a possible solution gave him hope for his daughter’s future.

“Take this charm,” Aris said, “and place it in the King’s bedclothes, close to his heart. He will appear to die, yet if you drop this liquid on his funeral byre, he will live again and come back to full health. You must tell no one of this, not even the queen.”

Thalius took the charm with gratitude and hurried to the King’s side.

“How does he?* Thalius asked the Apothecary.

“Much the same. He is sinking.”

Thalius moved to the King’s side and took his limp hand. He leaned over and secreted the charm against the King’s heart. Turning, he looked at the Apothecary and shook his head. “I fear that he is slipping away as we watch.”

And, indeed, the King’s breathing faltered, he stilled, it appeared he was gone from this plane.

Having been paid, Thalius rushed to his daughter’s healer, purchasing the supplies she so desperately needed. Lily rose from her bed, color in her face for the first time in a month. Thalius clasped her to him, the most precious love in his life.

Roald’s funeral was the next day. Thalius and his daughter prepared to attend.

* This was my protion of the new final, I think I scored 12th or so out of 22.

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~ Sir Ormsby ~ September 3, 2008

It was a cold and misty morning in the resurgent city of Verrock. A stranger was making her way silently through the alleys and dark passageways, she was shrouded in a cloak as dark as night. As she ducked down the passage behind the General Store she stopped near the garden wall of the Blue Moon Inn.

She looked around furtively and dropped a small package over the wall. As she ran off into the mist disappearing forever, the aurora streamed through the skies over the Blue Moon Inn.

With shades of gold, brilliant reds, and orange parting the mist to welcome the new day; the cook began his morning chores. Looking outside to see if their early morning delivery of cabbage had arrived yet, he noticed the small package by the wall.

As the slipshod man made his way across the curtilage to the wall, the package began to move and squall. “Well, what do we have here?” the ‘craggy old man bellowed, as he opened the package to discover a small male baby. “Let’s take you in to let the bar keep have a look at you.” he muttered as he made his way back into the warm kitchen.

“Eh, Governor, take a look what was in the garden” the cook said as he held up his opened package.

Looking over the bar top the barkeep responded “What are you gonna do with that?”

“I don’t know Governor, thought you would know what to do with it,” the cook said, as he jogged the babies chin.

The barkeep shrugged his shoulders “ Aren’t there orphanages?”

“Not in all of Runescape, as far as I know, Governor” the cook said, as he made faces at the baby.

“You seem to like it well enough,if you can keep it from underfoot, you may keep it in the kitchen with you.” the barkeep huffed, “when it’s old enough it must earn it’s own keep!”

The cook walked back to the kitchen bobbing the baby in his arms, “The Governor says I can keep you…I shall call you Ormsby”

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Leela Feliz

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~ Continued ~

~.~ 13 years later ~.~

As the blinding xanthous light of the sun seeped through the hole in the roof, Ormsby had awoke from a dream, a wonderful exciting dream. Ormsby dreamt of being a gallant Varrock castle guard, and he knew at that moment nothing would stand in his way.

It all seemed so wonderful, until Ormsby suddenly realized that he had slept in! Every morning in the pre dawn hours, Ormsby was to sweep the floors and wash the dishes, to earn his keep. All he could think, as he hurried through his morning wash, was fate had dealt him a terrible blow. Ormsby had over slept and if the Governor found out he would loose his small sleeping mat and be forced out onto the streets where the only choice for an orphan boy of his age would be the life of a tramp.

Uncle,(the cook)would be devastated and alone. The good natured old man would have to do all the chores on his own again. Uncle always had a great big smile on his face, like Shanty Claws, only different. If Ormsby was shut out the old man's smile would disappear.

As Ormsby snuck out of his small chamber he could hear the Governor counting the till. He quickly ran and silently grabbed the broom to begin his chores.

“Boy!” the Governor bellowed “You are late! I cannot abide tardiness you slothful beggar!” The bar keep paused before he continued “You have lived on my kindness long enough! It is a beggar you are, and a beggar you shall continue to be! Out on the streets with you, maybe Charlie the Tramp can give you some pointers in life!”

Ormsby frozen with his worst nightmare coming to fruition stammered “But Sir, Please Governor, just one more chance! I’ll work twice as hard and you can cut my meal ration in half…anything Sir, Please?”

To occupied with his money to even glance up the bar keep yelled “OUT!I no longer wish to hear you beg in my establishment!”

That is how Ormsby came to be a tramp.

* This was for Ede's guild where I was a writer, for a player request from Sir Ormsby.

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~ The Monkeys 2008 ~

It was a warm morning in the jungle. All the monkeys were out scavenging for food to make their sacrifice to the poisonous ones.

"Boomer what do you have there?" Michi asked.

"SShh Michi, it was left by a visitor," Boomer said as he took the large stick from a pile of bones, "I think I know how it works. I am going to another land and seek out my fortune to pay our dowry"

So many visitors to this land were unaware of the poisonous ones and fall to their death after disturbing them. They come here in their finery bragging of their own good fortune. What a shame that the little monkey Boomer was so easily fooled by their misleading appearance and boasts.

"Boomer I don't think it's a good idea…nothing good happens to visitors. I don't know why they even come here." Michi pouted.

"Michi, you know I'll be true, this is my chance to be your everything," Boomer cajoled, "I will just go to the flower spot. There must be food in abundance there."

"But I need you Boo, what if you can't come back?" Michi sobbed.
"I'm in love with you and no other will do," Boomer peered at her pleadingly, "with every kiss and every hug I am more in love. I will find the way back!"
As Boomer stepped into the circle, flowers began to flutter about and he vanished into thin air, never to set foot in the jungle again.

* This was an entry for one of Leb's many contests.

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~ Romeo ~ January 2009

It was a cold misty morning in the resurgent city of Varrock. A slender figure was making her way silently across the courtyard shrouded in a cloak as dark as night. As she progressed through the mist she could hear the sounds of someone approaching. She looked around furtively, looking for the source. She began to run…off into the mist in a blind panic. Suddenly the aurora streamed through the skies over the town square and she skidded to a halt. With shades of gold, brilliant reds, and orange parting the mist to welcome the new day, a man appeared before her.

The impact of her tumultuous feelings, as the air cleared between them and she realized who it was, hit her like a hurricane.

“It looks like we are alone now.” he whispered.

“I know, it has been awhile.” she said as she breathed in his essence.

“Don’t be afraid.” He murmured as he moved in closer.

Gazing up into his eyes they were standing so close she could feel his breath on her bare flesh.

“Won’t you just say my name?” She breathlessly pleaded.

Silence, “Um, Jul-Phill- no, it’s Gertrude!”

“Oh! You Foppish Dandy! I hate you Romeo!”

* I think this may have been for one of Leb's contests. Just something cute.

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~ Butterfly ~ February 2009

The sky glowed, the sun sang, a fairy fluttered to earth beside a caterpillar. “I have for you, a quest! You must travel to Ice Mountain, you must persuade the Oracle to speak, and you will attain a name from her and that will give you joy for the rest of your days - a name - your name!”

No sooner had the ethereal spirit uttered those fateful words, she vanished in a maelstrom of flower petals that buried the caterpillar. The caterpillar, bereft of choice because she has but two brain cells, began strategizing her journey as she munched the colorful confetti.

The fairy’s motives lay on the desolate Ice Mountain where only hatred and despair existed, it was a repressive atmosphere to live in. "This sweet little creature will bring love and laughter to the otherwise dismal existence."

As the caterpillar looked about her for a suitable mode of transportation, she came to the conclusion that she must transform herself so she could follow the wind to Ice Mountain. Concealing herself in thick foliage, she wrapped the silken skeins of her cocoon about her. As the zephyrs grew to gales, the air turned chill, and the caterpillar became a butterfly. She burst from her chrysalis, a new creature. The breezes showed her the way toward Ice Mountain, flowing carelessly across the land as the leaves turned and winter approached.

At dusk, the butterfly looked for a shelter to sleep in. In the grey of twilight, the butterfly found a spot that appeared not only warm, but soft; she snuggled into what she thought was a winter bush. In reality, the butterfly had stumbled across a wolf as he slept.

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~ Continued ~

As the night advanced, however, the wolf woke to hunger and began his hunt. As he loped through the forest toward Ice Mountain, he felt a small anomaly in his fur. At the very apex of his spine, the butterfly slept, tucked into his warmth. The wolf stopped and attempted, in vain, to scratch his itch. This only made the wolf’s heart just a little blacker. You see the reason the butterfly did not see the wolf was he now glints grey instead of his natural glistening white. He was born with a cruel and blackened heart, and as he grew up on Ice Mountain he only became more embittered due to aura there. Eventually the wolf was driven from his pack, to live in solitude.

The jostling of the wolf’s gait awoke the butterfly from her cocoon - like nest. The butterfly’s dreams had been sweet she had fulfilled her quest and the Oracle was about to tell her, her name. “Your name is…” As she emerged from the fluff and warmth with an idiosyncratic manner she realized that her host was moveing. She fluttered up into the air and scrutinized her sleeping location.

The wolf’s eye was drawn to the exquisite vacillation of the butterfly’s diaphanous wings. “Isn’t it cold here for you little mite?” The wolf drawled. “One would think you to be a creature of warmth and luminescence.”

“It appears you have provided me with my eventide warmth, my steely friend.” The butterfly clipped. “I thank you for that.”

“I am friend to no one, have you not heard? My heart is black as coal and thus my fur is grey rather then the snowy white of the others.” The wolf sulked.

“Whether by choice or trickery you have done me a boon. I shall speak of the kindly grey wolf from hither to yon!“ The butterfly cooed emphatically.

“We shall see about that!” The wolf snarled, and with a lick of his lips and snap of his jaw, he swallowed the butterfly!

The fairy appeared in a puff of translucent crystallized ice, and roared. “How dare you spoil my quest!”

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~ Continued ~

The wolf turned to see his attacker and muttered, “yum another snack.”

No sooner had he opened his mouth to speak, the butterfly emerged from the threat of sharp teeth and certain death. As the butterfly hovered just out of the wolf’s reach she observed an enlightening encounter.

With a twitch of her nose the fairy turned the wolf into a cottontail bunny. “As your punishment you shall live out your days as a timid little rabbit scavenging for scraps of vegetation in this barren icy land. You the mighty hunter shall now be hunted.”

The fairy, spinning in an icy whirlwind, suddenly morphed into the Oracle herself. Emerging from the shards of glistening frost she said, “you my lovely butterfly are to be called Makara, the blessed happy. I implore you to live out your days here on Ice Mountain spreading good will to all, banish the strife and bring change little one. In return you shall live a full, joyous, charmed life!”

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