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Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Chapter 10 ~<>~



"What do I do?" she mouthed. Theios sighed.

"If you have parchment, just throw it to them. It can drift in the water. We'll still get away,” he hissed back. She nodded, and thrust her hands into her pockets, digging around. She produced a scrap of paper.

"Here!" she called cheerfully, tossing it over the edge. It drifted down slowly, dancing on the wind. The monks watched, wide-eyed, as it floated down into the lapping waves. A whitecap sloshed over it and it began to sink slowly.

"Miss…" one trailed off dubiously.

"Well, you'll have to get it. My mistake, good sirs. Forgive me, but I really must be on my way,” she trilled cheerfully. With those words, she twined her fingers around the wheel and spun the boat away from the docks.

"Get back here!" the monks shouted angrily. Nessa gleefully ignored them as she and her companions set sail for Entrana. It hadn’t been the cleanest theft, but no matter. They had a boat now.

The wind rippled the unfurling sails with a loud thwack, and it brushed playfully through Gerrick's messy hair. He settled himself on the planks with his back to the sides, knees drawn up to his chest. His stomach grumbled angrily.

"Any chance o' provisions, elves?" he asked sourly.

"Nope," Theios grunted. "Didn't get any before we left." He shrugged ruefully as his stomach let out its own thunder.

10-Jun-2006 19:53:46 - Last edited on 10-Jun-2006 20:27:15 by Crystal Smee

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Theios turned and strode to the back of the boat. The breeze whipped his hood back, and his long hair spread out behind him. His sallow face seemed to regain some of a healthy color as the sun washed over him, bathing him in gentle golden rays.

Suddenly, though, he gasped. "Look!" He pointed with a shaking hand. A ship was whisking through the water towards them. As it shortened the distance, he could see scores of angry monks on it.

"So that's what they do for a ship-thief..." Nessa mused, a wry grin on her face. “A little overly protective, don’t you think?”

"You'll steer the ship. Gerrick, when they get close, use knives or something to lay out as many as possible. I'm going to blast them out of Gielenor," Theios announced cheerily.

"I can swing o'er and fight 'em. Long's yer don't blow me up with 'em monks," Gerrick offered.

"If you wish. It might be dangerous," Theios conceded. Gerrick gave him a toothy grin and with a flourish produced a stock of knives from his waist sash, twirling them around his fingers. Then they vanished to various places around his body. Theios clenched his fists, calling great energies to his aid. He felt a surge of power within him. Zamorak’s own power, that was the gift of the Chosen.

Nessa, meanwhile, turned the ship sideways, killing its wind and therefore halting it. The monks advanced, one in glowing white robes standing on the prow.

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"Come onto our ship, and leave over with the stolen goods, and you will be spared," The monk declared in a loud, but shaky voice. Theios laughed as he heard the tremor. I’ll blast the runt all the way to the Wilderness, he giggled insanely in his mind. He spared nothing for cowards.

Gerrick clasped his fingers around a long rope. "Oh, aye, we'll come on yer ship aright." He grinned.

The assassin braced himself, then pushed off. He soared over the distance between the ships, clutching the rope tightly in both hands. Just as his flight reached its peak, and began to come back towards the stolen ship, he threw himself into the mass of monks. He landed with his feet first, kicking one in the chest and using him as a cushion for his landing. Monks dove in every direction to dodge the flying man.

His trident was instantly in his hand, blocking punches and dealing out his own injuries. Theios smiled wickedly. His hands began to glow red, and clasped his hands together. Then, he made a throwing motion with both, and giant ball of fire whizzed towards the monks.

Gerrick cursed loudly as he saw Theios release his magic. He dove out of the way, impaling a monk as he did so. The fire left a path of charred bodies and caught on the numerous ropes of the ship. Flames began to dance up the rigging and along the deck. Gerrick shouted an obscenity at Theios and resumed his work, panicking as he realized he had no escape from the ship.

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"You da(c)mn fool of an elf! This is how yer get rid of me! Yer cruel, you son of a...." Theios flinched as he heard the shriek. He did not want to kill Gerrick. He gritted his teeth and tried to summon a magic to save his companion.

"Jump!" he shouted, gesturing to the ocean. At the same time, he summoned a second magic to finish off the monks once and for all.

"Why?! So's I 'kin drown?" Gerrick snarled.

"No! Jump, you idiot! You’ll die otherwise!" Theios yelled. It took all of his concentration to control both magics at the same time. He had no patience to argue with Gerrick. The fire between his hands grew larger and larger, fed by the breeze.

"No! You’ll let me drown! I know you, Theios," Gerrick growled back. The monks gathered close together, seeing their adversary caught up in an argument with his own fellows.

Lightning streaked from the sky, barely missing the stolen ship. Theios lost control of his spell to save Gerrick as he formed a shield around the ship to deflect the lightning. The monks combined their feeble strength, and the sea around them roiled and churned beneath the ship.

"JUMP!" Theios bellowed, releasing his fire. Gerrick stared in horror at the oncoming flames, and did nothing. The flames blasted into the hull and the ship exploded. Theios watched sadly as the black form of Gerrick flew through the sky. He couldn’t pull together the spell to grab him from the air in time. The limp figure plunged into the writhing ocean and vanished.

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