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Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Chapter 11~<>~


The water had been upset by the skirmish at sea, and now frothed and roiled beneath the ship. Theios could see a storm brewing on the southern horizon, and smiled grimly. The type of weather just right for Zamorak's return.

He turned to the east, watching as the ship swept through the narrow channel. He could barely make out the towering, lush jungles of Karamja, thriving with life.

To the northeast lay the mysterious island of Crandor, geographically linked to Karamja beneath the raucous ocean waters and rumored to bear a host of deadly, pitched against the greatest of warriors as a test of strength.

Just past Crandor, now at the edge of his vision, and growing ever larger by the second, was the peaceful island of Entrana, the blessed land of Saradomin. Theios barked a laugh. Peaceful. Not for long. Soon, the Lord would rise again, and he would be his right-hand man. All would grovel at his feet.

"What's so funny?" Nessa snapped, concentrating on maneuvering between the deadly rocks that rose high enough to scrape the hull of a ship.

"Nothing. Just thinking. Nearly there, it appears," Theios replied distractedly. Then he turned to face the lady elf.

"Turn, go around Crandor the other way. Otherwise, we can't escape the harbor, and we don't want to have to deal with more monks, do we?" he ordered sharply. Nessa obliged, swinging the boat eastward along the southern point of Crandor.

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The boat whizzed through the channel, wind rippling loudly in the sails. Theios gazed silently at the jungle on Crandor, imagining the dragons beneath. Zamorak would harness them, surely, and use them to his will. That was his way. Nessa maneuvered the boat with skill, narrowly avoiding the shallow rocks jutting upwards.

"Here's the fishing platform, we're nearly there," Nessa called excitedly. "Don't worry, I'll go wide. I have as little desire to be caught as you do."

"Good," Theios replied, pacing anxiously. His booted heels pounded back and forth, back and forth, on the worn boards. Past the giant raft, bobbing earnestly on the restless waves, past a tiny scrap of land barely eligible to be called an island, and they sailed around the coast of Entrana. Theios gazed back in the direction of the docks, his heart racing as his trained ears listened for any sound. There was none. Cheering inwardly, he shambled to the prow and gazed outward. He stood there, on knee up, staring proudly forward. Nessa nearly laughed; he looked like a figurehead for the boat.

The elven woman shook her head and searched the shore; finally noting the rotten trees that marked the only place on the entire island that had not thrived under Saradomin's touch. Theios grinned, sure now that this was because beneath this scrap of desolate land, beneath the ruins of a once great tower, lay the body of Zamorak, Lord of Chaos. He guessed that the temple had once been a grand marker of the dead Lord's body, though it had long since crumbled under pressure of the elements and no Saradominist on the island cared to tend the structure.

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She pulled in to shore, mindlessly scraping the hull in the shallows. They would have no more need of this boat. She pranced excitedly to Theios. "It's time," she breathed. He turned to face her, and she drew in a breath. His hood was completely drawn up around his head, obscuring any view of his face.

"Yes. It is time," he declared, and dropped down to the lower deck. He clasped the rope in his mottled hands and swung down, dropping off into the shallow water. Nessa followed, hopping lightly down the rungs to hit the water with a light splash.

They ran quickly towards the sandy beach, stumbling onto it. Theios tripped on the hem of his robes in his haste, pinwheeling his arms to catch himself. He vaulted the low, crumbling wall with Nessa on his heels. There, a doddering old monk sat, back to the wall, drawing in heaving breaths.

The effort of staying in such a chaos-filled place wore him out, whereas Theios gulped deep breaths of the air that seemed so sweet to him. The monk glanced up as he heard their approach, and his eyes went wide.

"It is time," Theios repeated softly, dangerously. He snapped his fingers, and flames appeared around them. He grinned maliciously, thrusting his hand forth. It collided with the dry robes that hung loosely on the monk's thin figure, and caught fire.

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It was but an instant before the monk had been reduced to nothing but a few ashes, blowing on the light wind. Theios glanced at the sky again, seeing the roiling, ominous thunderclouds approaching. Yes, it was indeed time.

He swung down the ladder with ease, dropping onto the dirt floor of the catacombs below. Nessa padded down beside him. He stared around, gathering his strength for protection. He hurried forward.

Up ahead, he skidded to a halt. Zombies paced mindlessly back and forth, a simple guard to the great lord's resting chamber, mainly to keep the unwanted away. But Theios knew the necessary language.

He threw up a hand and shouted, "Kest!" ‘Stop!’ The zombies stopped, frozen in their tracks. Cackling softly, he trotted forward. Shadows were cast upon him as he now saw the lumbering greater demons, a larger form of protection. Still, no matter for a trained Zamorakian.

With a hidden grin, he hissed, "Fal vell eset a Zamorak quarth dos ta kest." ‘In the name of Zamorak, I command you to stop.’ Like the zombies, the greater demons appeared to freeze in their positions. He chuckled dryly. Motioning to Nessa, he shambled on.

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There, to his right was the holy dramen tree. And in front of him, barely visible in the muddy cavern wall, was a door.

Theios grinned, stepped up to it, and placed both hands on the dead wood. "Edro," ‘Open,’ he murmured. Nothing happened. He looked down, seeing a small hole. A lock. And no key.

Magic would not open this door. Neither he or Nessa could pick a lock.

They would need Gerrick. Theios sunk to his knees, all hope was lost.


~<>~ End of Chapter ~<>~

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