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Crystal Smee

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~*~ Tomb of Saradomin ~*~

~*~ Prologue ~*~


After the writing ends in Tomb of Zamorak, the story continues...

Zamorak and his armies secure the rest of the world. With the three major cities - Varrock, Falador, and Ardounge - taken, none can stand against his power. His armies ravage almost every city of the world. All Zamorakians come out of hiding and join the armies, some rising quickly in his ranks.

Zamorak then enslaves the rest of the world to rebuild the cities. All who are not Zamorakian are put in chains and labor to place back thousands of stones to replace walls and buildings. A year has passed and the labor still continues. Anyone who is Zamorakian watches over the slaves.

To briefly describe the conditions, the slaves live in barracks rapidly constructed near the building sites. Zamorak had decided to have all the stones re-dyed crimson, his colors, just to make a statement. It is somewhat of an assembly line. Some dye the stones, others haul them, others place them back in the walls. They labor from dawn to dusk, when they return to their barracks with meager food and drink, and they rest until work begins the next morning.

For now, there are no shops, no trade, none of that. The world is in ruin. Food is scarce, as none is ever brought in. Zamorak sends some of his minions to work the fields but it is not enough. Some suggest they kill the slaves, but then who would do the rebuilding? Zamorak says that once the cities are rebuilt, everyone will be freed. People can return to their hollowed out homes, their shops, and commerce will begin again.

Some cities have already been freed. The smallest and simplest to rebuild are already well underway and working to bring the world back to strength.

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Crystal Smee

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As for the characters we met in the first book...

Theios and Nessa had an unexpected marriage about halfway through the year. After countless banquets and parties to celebrate Zamorak, the two decided they were in love and were married. Nessa now rules alongside Theios in Ardounge. Zamorak took Falador for himself. He decided it is perfect, since he is in the center of the world, able to keep an eye on both kingdoms ruled by his resurrectors. He prefers to be able to watch them, for no one can trust a powerhungry Zamorakian.

Gerrick rules comfortably in Varrock. He misses his old life on the streets, it was all he was accustomed to. Ruling is a bore, he decided. Still, he relishes the luxury and continues to watch over Varrock and all of Misthalin.

Theios has turned out to be a good king for Kandarin. He is surprisingly devoted to his people and their welfare, and has worked the hardest out of anyone to ensure that food is available to all. He objected to putting fetters on his people, but meekly obeyed Zamorak when it was ordered firmly. He must provide a good example, as he is the Chosen.

Saine was captured, along with Logaen, and the two were put in chains and labor to rebuild the city. Falador, now under Zamorak's control, has taken the longest. It is, after all, the city of a god, and must be perfect.


~*~ End of Prologue ~*~

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Crystal Smee

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~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~


Saine lifted the rock. Sweat poured down his face. The sun splashed across his bare back, searing his already-burned skin. With a grunt, he heaved the block of stone to his shoulder and staggered toward the ruined wall. A vile oath escaped his parched lips, cursing Zamorak for his treachery. Former citizens of Falador bowed under Zamorak's force and set about rebuilding the city by his orders. This time, though, the city would be dedicated entirely to Zamorak, instead of Saradomin. Zamorak had ordered that every stone used to rebuild be stained blood red and to be rid of their shining whiteness. It pained Saine, a devoted servant of Saradomin, to see this done to his Lord's city.

He lugged the rock out of the heap of rubble and towards the walls, where laborers worked to dye the large rocks red. He searched for his brother, who had been assigned to work here. His eyes caught Logaen's golden hair, glinting in the afternoon sun. His brother was bent over a rock with a very large paintbrush and bucket of scarlet paint. He made his way towards him, finally depositing the block of stone at his brother's feet. Then he straightened and stretched his weary spine.

"Here you go, Logaen. Have fun," he grinned weakly. Logaen glared at him.

"I was nearly done.." he muttered. "Listen, Saine, I need to talk to you. Tonight," he added as a guard cracked his whip and stared suspiciously at the pair.

Saine nodded wordlessly and hurried off to continue his hauling. A glance at the sky told him there were a good few hours before the sun set, and only then would be allowed to stop. Sighing, he dragged himself back to work.

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Theios paced back and forth in the chamber. Nessa reclined in the cushioned chair, fingering a large hoop earring that dangled from her ear. "What's wrong, love?" she asked, her voice cool.

"I don't know. I'm restless," he replied, running a hand through his hair. In private conditions, just in his palace with his wife, he didn't bother to wear his robes; the robes that dictated his worship of Zamorak. "You know the shades are gathering in the north?"

"I've heard rumors," she conceded. "I doubt its much to worry about. Who minds a few shades?"

"I do. I've made it a point in my life not to trust them. You know, they chased Gerrick and me for a while. Thought they could find Zamorak's tomb, take the glory for themselves. I trust my intuition, love, and I don't trust this. They're bound to be plotting something."

Nessa shrugged, shifting on her cushions. "I doubt it, love. Don't worry about them." Theios spun, his face taut and tense.

"I can't help but worry. Shades are dangerous, Nessa. And they aren't all that fond of us. I need to do something about them. The rebuilding's nearly done. I'm not going to let them take over, ruin what I've redone in the name of Zamorak." Fire flared at his fingertips.

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"Love, I think you're going soft," Nessa chuckled. "Since when do you care about the rebuilding? The laborers will do it again. Come to bed." She rose and placed her arms around him, pulling him close. Theios drowned himself in her scent and let himself be drawn to the bed by her soft hands. Still, though, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad would happen soon. It might be the shades, or it might be something else entirely. Something was going to happen soon, and it wouldn’t be good.


Saine's eyes burst open. Darkness was everywhere. He turned his head, staring blindly for the strip of moonlight that marked the door to the barracks. Finally, he saw it, a bright line of white that cut smoothly through the blackness.

His heart pounded furiously in his chest, but he forced his breathing to be soft. He offered a quick prayer to Saradomin and sat up, bowing his head so as not to crash it into the heavy beams of wood that made the ceiling. Slowly, he swung one foot, then another, over the edge of the bed, letting his feet dangle down. He cursed himself for ending up on a top bunk.

He fumbled for the ladder and found it, placing his feet on the rough rungs. Holding his breath, he slid down, and landed with the softest thud on the wooden floor.

He paused, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. A trained ear listened for any signs of exposure, but there were no whispers, mutters, or alarms sounded. Grinning crookedly, he slipped towards the door. He placed one hand on the handle and tugged gently. The strip of moonlight broadened as the door swung open. There was a monotonous creak, and Saine winced.

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