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Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Tomb of Zamorak ~<>~


~<>~ Prologue ~<>~


The shade inhaled deeply. It was a dark, gloomy night. Ripe for killing; that was what the shade did best. Tonight was the night. The night that the quest to resurrect Zamorak would begin. And it was perfect.

The furiously towering thunderheads had blotted out all moonlight, swathing the earth in an eerie shadow. The only light was from the hundreds of cookfires among his camp. Thousands of soldiers devoted to the chaotic god. Hundreds of thousands. And for every hundred soldiers, there was one dark wizard to command and unleash deadly magic.

Tonight they would move. They lay in wait, tucked away in the wilderness. Earlier today, the shade had received the message. Tonight, two hours past sundown, assault the city. Varrock would have no chance. There were other armies, too. They were hidden around the world, ready to move. Ready to attack.

Restless, the shade glided back to the center of the camp. There, a large hourglass rested, sand falling endlessly into its glass depths. It had been nearly two hours; it was time to move.

The higher, more powerful (and competent, to the shade's satisfaction), dark wizards commanded each thousand soldiers. That meant a thousand soldiers, and ten dark wizards under each commander. And they were relatively competent, compared to the soul-stricken fools who were only good for destruction. They were barely able to form a sensible sentence.

"It issss time," The shade hissed. "Move your men."

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The commanding wizards, who had been lounging around the warm fire, jumped to attention.

"Success in the name of Zamorak," the first murmured as he knelt before the shade. He drew his hood over his burly face and vanished into the shadows. One by one the wizards conducted the ritual, then went to ready their men. The shade lazily moved towards the city. The men would follow soon.

Sure enough, the stampede of boots could be heard in the heavy silence of the wilderness. The rustle of the men's clothing and the metallic clink of their armor were the only other sounds. No birds sang this night, no animals moved. The shade's commanders materialized at his side.

"We await your orders," The nearest breathed into the night.

The shade was silent for a while, thinking. "Use your magic to break down the wallssss. By the first blow, the Guard will be moving to retaliate. Work quickly. Once the walls are destroyed, your men should flood the city. The Guard will be heavily outnumbered. Even if all you can manage is a small hole, which would be rather dissssappointing, then have them go through it. Sssspeed is the key. I will be with the men, to lead them past what remainderssss you leave of the wallssss," It hissed in response.

The wizards vanished into the darkness, each seeking out a small hillock with a good view of the city from which to perform their magic. The shade led the mass of soldiers ever closer to the city.

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The night was silent. The clouds hovered gloomily overhead, menacing and foreboding. The walls of Varrock cast long shadows into the city.

Then, suddenly, a thousand orange flares soared up into the sky, then whistled down to collide forcefully into to stone walls. Years of work by men were slammed into the ground in a mushroom-shaped cloud of dust.

Screams rent the air. Frightened, frantic shrieks ripped through the night. The shade was satisfied. That had been quite impressive work. Hissing softly, it led the way as the endless column of soldiers filed into the city.

As soon as the shade reached the walls, the smell of death hit it in a wave, and a terrible bloodlust grasped the foul creature. A mottled hand extended from the depths of the inky black sleeves of the shade, and reached inside the robes. It drew forth a sword, with a black, enameled hilt and a dark, blood-red blade. The blade was two feet long, and was wider at the base than it was at the top. Etched symmetrically on both sides of the blade was a black Z, and then the word "shade" carved in ancient, long forgotten runes.

This was no ordinary blade. It had been cursed by Zamorak himself, and would leave a wound that if it did not kill instantly, would fester and infect and slowly eat away at the victim until they were no more.

Smiling beneath its hood, the shade advanced on the guards, milling nervously about. It was time for death.

~*-*~ End of Prologue ~*-*~

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~<>~ Chapter 1 ~<>~


A crazed cackling noise emanated from beneath the shade's hood. The sound was like nails being scratched quickly across a chalkboard. Every single person around the shade fled in the other direction.

The shade slowly rotated, picking its first victim. It picked out a young man, fumbling to untangle his sword from the leather harness he carried it in. Fool. Advancing slowly, the shade held the blade before it.

"Fool. It isss time for you to die," it hissed. It raised the blade high overhead and slammed it down. The blade was honed to perfection, and sliced through the man's skull. He crumpled, ripping the embedded blade from the shade's grasp. Hissing, it retrieved the sword and cleaned it on the man's shirt.

For a full hour, the shade killed whoever it wanted, wreaking destruction, while the soldiers fought all through the city. It was a slaughter. The stone streets of Varrock were forever soaked with the blood of their people.

The Varrock Guard fought back, but they were heavily outnumbered. They poured from their garrison, or what remained of it, as it was near the walls, only to be met by a crazed shade. The shade taunted them as they fought, goading them to make rash moves. Each one, angered, lunged for the creature, and was impaled on the blood-red blade.

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The King of Varrock was awoken from a gentle sleep by the crumbling of the walls. The noise was like thunder, rolling across the sky in a most furious tempest. The head of the Guard threw open the door and dashed inside. The King strode over to a broad window, where he watched the chaos below.

"My Lord! The city is under attack!" The man gasped.

"I had not noticed," The King said bitterly. There was sarcasm in his words, brought by anguish for his city.

"The guards are retaliating, my Lord, but they are endless. I fear we cannot stop them," He continued nervously.

"Nedron, go, fight. We have no chance. We will all die tonight. Better to bring them down with us. We cannot flee. See, they are blocking the exits."

"Yes, my Lord." Nedron strode over beside the King. "They have a shade."

"Oh, Saradomin!" the King muttered angrily. "They would. And of course, mages, who will just bomb the city. They're Zamorakians. They don't care if their own men die."

"I will go to my men, my Lord. Good luck." The King jerked away from the window.

"Yes, yes. It is time. It is time for the last stand of Varrock. Good luck, Nedron," He faced his right-hand man. Nedron was startled to see the tears glistening in the King's aged face.

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Nedron took a deep breath and turned from the room. He drew his sword with a swish as he bounded down the stairs to the gates of the castle. He gritted his teeth. He would find the shade and he would kill it.

He had to find his son. Saine was thirteen, and quick thinking. No doubt his rash son had dashed into the battle without thought. If Saine was hurt...

There. His darting blue eyes caught sight of a tan, red-haired boy. His golden blade wove left and right, occasionally slowing as one hand brushed his sha(c)ggy hair from his eyes.

"Saine!" He roared above the din of battle. Saine turned slightly at the sound of his father's voice, and fought his way through a crowd of Zamorakians to Nedron's side.

"Father. How fare you?" He asked quietly.

"Well enough. But Varrock is falling. We have to find the shade," Nedron replied hurriedly.

"There's a shade?" Fear warred with curiosity on the young boy's face. He had never seen one of the legendary beasts before. His green eyes glittered in the excitement of the battle.

"Yes, and we must kill it before it is too late, son," Nedron said urgently. "Now come." He darted off, Saine at his heels. He glanced down every alley, took a second look at every shadow, but he couldn't find the shade.

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As the pair sprinted from another pitch black alley into the main streets, a commotion caught Saine's eye.

"Father!" He pointed to the mass of Varrock Guards, quickly lessening. One by one the men collapsed on the ground, spewing blood from various spots on their body.

"The shade," Nedron breathed, then dashed towards the mass of soldiers. Saine trailed him, fingering the hilt of his blade.

"Clear, men, clear!" Nedron bellowed to his soldiers as he broke through the circle. The shade stood, cackling evilly.

"You dare to fight me?" It rasped. Suddenly, the orange flares lit the sky again, crashing into the ground and rocking it. One hit next to the shade, and hundreds of Guards were felled. Only a few remained. The Zamorakians slowly cleared the streets, moving in groups to catch any stragglers. Slowly, they closed in on the fountain, where the Shade stood beside Nedron, Saine, and about twenty guards.

Saine lunged angrily at the creature, blade outstretched. Laughing mirthlessly, it knocked Saine's blade from his hands, then stabbed at him. Saine dropped to the ground and rolled away, towards his sword. With another roll, he grabbed hold of it and was on his feet once more.

With the shade's attention focused on Saine, Nedron dove towards the being. He slashed through its robes, and it shrieked in pain.

It spun to face Nedron. "You will die first, fool," it rasped.

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The shade jabbed its crimson blade at Nedron. He leapt away, but not in time. The deathly sword painfully grazed his arm. Ignoring the barbs of pain lancing through his body, he fought defiantly back. Saine advanced from behind, hoping to catch it unawares. Just as he raised his blade, the shade whirled and parried. Nedron slashed again at it, diving under its blade as it faced him once more.

The blade sliced him across the back, and he collapsed on the ground. The shade cackled again and raised his own blade, preparing to finish Nedron. The blade whistled down, embedding itself deep into Nedron's spine. He arched his back in pain, then went limp.

A fury overtook Saine. His father had just been killed. Saine leapt towards the shade, his blade swinging towards its neck. The golden blade cleanly decapitated the shade, and it crumpled. Saine made a few final stabs, then cleaned his blade and sheathed it. The wiry body lay in a pool of thick, steaming black blood. It spattered across Saine’s clothing and stung his flesh.

The shade had died, but the damage was done. Varrock had fallen.


~<>~ End of Chapter 1 ~<>~

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