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Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Chapter 12 ~<>~


Nessa reached out, touching his shoulder. "What is it?" she questioned tentatively. He batted her hand away.

"We...need...Gerrick..." he sobbed, all his hopes and dreams washed away in the salty tears coursing down his cheeks.

"Oh..." Nessa gasped.

"Let's…go...up...turn…selves...in...no use..." He hiccuped and rose shakily. With wobbling steps he tottered back to the ladder and out into the ruins. He tottered towards their boat. He tripped over countless roots, as his vision blurred with tears.

"What's yer problem, elf? It no be down there?" a rough, familiar voice growled in front of him. Hastily, Theios scrubbed at his eyes, vainly trying to clear his eyesight.

"Ger - Gerrick?" he stammered.

"Who else?" the voice sneered. It could be none other. Theios fell to his knees, weeping once more; this time in joy. He had never been so happy to see his companion. Despite their differences, he needed the man, and had grown to appreciate his company on this journey.

"Praise Zamorak!" he nearly shouted, over and over. "Praise the Lord!" A booted heel kicked him in the shoulder.

"What're yer doin', elfie? Yer want the whole darned world to hear you? Gerrup, we's got work to do, no?" he smirked. Theios heaved himself upwards, hearing Nessa's <c> sudden cry as she emerged from the ruins.

"Gerrick!"

"No other," he laughed roguishly. Theios gulped the cool and hurried back toward the ruins, Gerrick trotting to keep up.

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"You see*cough* we got down there, froze all his guardians, but there was a door. *cough* Magic wouldn't open it, and we need you to pick the lock," he explained as he jumped down the ladder into the cavern.

He darted past the frozen zombies, past the hulking demons, to the mysterious door. Gerrick shadowed him, appearing at his side a moment later. Nessa panted up to them seconds after. Gerrick stepped forward, studying the lock with a trained eye.

He squatted down, peering into it, sticking a finger in, muttering to himself. Finally he straightened and thrust one hand into his sash, rummaging around. At last he produced a lockpick; one of his hundreds.

He gently stuck it into the keyhole and twisted, every muscle tense. With a click and a loud creak, the door swung inward. Theios gasped.

The treasures inside were unimaginable! Gold, scattered across the floor, swathing it like a rug. Golden statues, jewelry, and delicate weapons: it was a chamber filled with riches. Theios' breath caught in his throat and he felt filled with a rush of adrenaline that caused his heart to race and his mind to pound. In the center of the room was a long rectangular stone box, gray and withered. Ancient runes and markings crisscrossed across its surface. And lying flat on top, perfectly centered, was a staff.

The wood was a dark brown, worn and lined. A design of a snake wound its way around, the head near the glowing red orb at the top. Theios stepped slowly forward, each footfall deafening to his ears. They were perfectly silent as he reached a quivering hand out and grasped the staff, drawing it off the sarcoph(c)agus. He held it tightly, his sallow knuckles turning white, and clutched it to his chest.

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It seemed to fill him with a sensation of power so strong that he could do anything. He felt he could fly, he could kill any beast, he could take over the world.

His heart pounded furiously, and blood raced through his veins. Black spots flashed before his eyes. "It is time..." He murmured to himself again. He turned the staff, placing its end on the ground. He stared into the swirling depths of the orb. For a moment, he saw a fleeting image of a face, though its features he couldn't discern.

"It's time, elf," Gerrick murmured quietly. For once his voice held no cynicism, no sarcasm, no pessimism. For once it was shaken by a tremor of excitement. It was no jab at Theios but a quiet recognition of his role and that now it was Theios’ turn to do what he must do.

"It is time," Nessa echoed. Theios nodded. He clutched the staff in both hands, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Fal vell eset a vell Alor Zamorak, (censor)fi vi sila dhess kess von vell nond. Sila kess Alor Zamorak!" ‘In the name of the Lord Zamorak, may I bring him back from the dead. Bring back Lord Zamorak!’ He chanted the words over and over again, each time pounding the staff into the dusty earth. The room felt to Theios as though it rippled with the energy and magic churning within. His vision wavered as the room shifted.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin shifted. Theios continued his chant, louder each time. The top of the sarcoph(c)agus slid off and toppled onto the floor with a crash. Something inside shifted. With a rustle of stiff robes, a thin, lean figure rose from the coffin. It stepped delicately out towards Theios, and plucked the staff from his shaking hands.

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"Thank you, my Chosen One," it rasped. He nodded, and bowed. He could not see Zamorak's face, for the Lord had his hood drawn up.

"Kneel," Zamorak commanded flatly. Theios, Nessa, and Gerrick all sunk to their knees.

"Well. At least you can show respect for your Lord," he drawled, his icy voice holding an amused note.

"Well, well, well. It is quite nice to be human again. Those idiots up in the heavens.." Zamorak sighed loudly. "Anyways, I assume you brought me back, that I may rule the world in supreme?"

"Yes, my Lord," Theios affirmed.

"Good. Now, show yourselves. I would like to know which mortals are my resurrectors." He snapped his ashen fingers, and Theios scrambled to his feet.

"I believe you recognized me, my Lord,” he murmured with a bow, flicking his hood back with a long finger.

"I be Gerrick," the assassin leapt to his feet with practiced ease and bowed low with a flourish.

"And I am Nessa, my Lord," the elven lady rose and bowed.

"Indeed. It is so perfect I have three of you. You see, there are three kingdoms in my new land. I won't take the effort to combine them all, no. I name you each Regent of one of the kingdoms. You will rule in my name. This is my reward to you. Yet I warn you, tread carefully. Make one misstep, and you will find yourself naught but a pile of ashes. I will choose my ruling place, and live there. Now. Theios, I name you Regent of Ardounge. Gerrick, you are Regent of Misthalin. And Nessa, Regent of Asgarnia. Rule well," Zamorak announced generously. The trio nodded and bowed.

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"Thank you, my Lord. We have not yet won Falador, but Varrock and Ardounge are in our hands. And soon Falador will be taken as well," Theios informed him politely.

"Good, good," Zamorak hissed, rubbing his hands together.

"Now, I must go. If Falador has yet to be won, those scum that say they serve in my name must be in need of my help," the Master of Chaos sneered. He clasped his staff and mumbled a spell, and with a -poof- he vanished. Nessa sighed and swiped a quivering hand across her brow.

"Wow..." she mumbled, and blacked out, crumpling slowly onto the floor. Gerrick turned to Theios.

"You. Elfie," he snapped. Theios turned.

"Yes?" he replied pleasantly. Nothing could ruin his good mood now, not even as Gerrick returned to his usual self.

"All this time, I were no the nicest person to yer, I'll admit. But tell me summat. Through all o' this, yer stuck wid me. Yer didn't kick me out. Yer could’ve killed me. Why?" Gerrick asked. There was honest confusion in his black eyes.

"Because I needed you," Theios said simply. "We were chosen for a reason, and I needed you to fulfill your purpose, as I would fulfill mine. And look. Now, Zamorak is resurrected. The Lord of Chaos has returned."


~<>~ End of Chapter ~<>~

~<>~ End of The Tomb of Zamorak ~<>~

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~<>~Epilogue~<>~


Saine opened his eyes and regretted it instantly. The world spun in violent circles. He squinted, allowing himself to breathe when the spinning subsided. He sat up with a grunt, examining his surroundings. He was in a small, cramped, confining cell. He tried to figure out how he had gotten there, and the image of shade popped into his mind. With it came a rush of memories, the battle for Varrock a painful recollection. Suppressing a wince, he rose and padded over to the barred door of his new home.

Saine peered through the iron bars that contained him and locked him into this cell. With a sigh, he retreated into the far corner, despair churning his gut. The guard, a lazy soldier, leaned idly on the wall and laughed.

"There's no escape for yer," he chortled malignantly. “Not while I’m on guard!” His hand lovingly caressed the hilt of his long iron blade at his side. Saine exhaled through gritted teeth. He had to reach his brother, and warn him before Falador fell. Logaen, his twin, had been sent to Falador to train as a squire to Sir Amik Varze. There was no way for Saine to send word.

"Say there was, how do you think I could?" Saine ambled over to the grate, praying to Saradomin that his guard was a fool.

"Well..." The guard pondered a moment, then his face scrunched up in anger. "Yer little...trying to get me ter tell yer how ter escape!" he growled. Saine laughed colorlessly and retreated once more, rubbing his head. It ached terribly. Suddenly, the ground rocked violently, throwing both Saine and guard to the ground.

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The earthquakes came in rapid succession, like ripples on a pond. The creak of shifting stones alerted Saine, and he ducked his head as the building crumbled around him. Fortunately, nothing landed on his head, but the wall fell inwards, crushing the bars. When the earthquake stopped, he was left with a clear passage out of the cell and out of the building.

Grinning, he leapt over the rubble and dashed down the hall, glancing disgustedly at the now-unconscious guard. The hall ended in a small office room. He hurriedly kicked open a chest, praying again. A small pile of runes was stashed inside, and he praised Saradomin in his mind. He grabbed at them, finding the runes he needed and chanting the spell.

The world faded painfully to black, and he felt as though he was being squeezed through a tube much too small for this purpose. Finally, the pressure retreated, and the black faded to the city of Falador. Saine's heart sank.

The walls had crumbled, and dead bodies littered the streets. Falador's time had come. He raced down an alley, fearfully searching the lifeless faces for that of his brother.

He couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or not that Logaen’s young, boyish face was not among the dead. It could mean that he was alive and safe, or alive in the clutches of evil and chaos.

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The commotion ahead jerked his head up. He gasped in shock. The White Knights had been herded up against the wall, in a small pack. And at their front, quivering and pale with fear, was his blond, muscular brother Logaen. A towering, red-robed figure stood before them, cackling maliciously.

At his side was a smaller figure, also in red robes, a man that appeared little more than a shadow, and a lady elf. Saine edged closer, melding himself into the shadows.

"..how nice of my disciples to leave this city for last, that I may smite it with my own hand!" The tall figure cackled. "I will let some of you go free, that you may spread the word. Yes, tell them all! Zamorak has returned, and I will destroy you all!"

The news was too much. Saine crumpled in a heap, and the world went black.


~<>~ End of Epilogue ~<>~

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