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Crystal Smee

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~*~ Chapter 5 ~*~

The flames crashed into the stone of their prison, a wave of fire washing over the stones. For a moment, the wall was bathed in embers, and then it exploded. Logaen and Saine turned just in time to see the flames erupt in a burning mass of smoke and sparks, and then they were thrown backwards, slamming into the stones. The world flickered for a moment, then went black.


Logaen regained consciousness a few minutes later. Words flashed into his mind, and it took him a moment to realize that he was hearing them spoken a bit away.

"Do we need to go down there, ser?" a whining voice asked.

"Nothing coulda survived a blast like that, Magus," added another voice.

"The Master wants to be sure the two lads died. Check all the bodies. I want to find them. If you find them alive, though, leave them alive. Go check," ordered a reedy, snide voice. “In the future, I suggest you don’t question my orders.”

Like the flames earlier, the words hit Logaen in a wave. The two lads, that was him and Saine! He rolled onto his stomach, grunting as his head protested. He opened his eyes, blinking to clear his vision, and found his brother on the ground beside him.

"Saine! Saine, wake up!" he hissed urgently, prodding his brother in the stomach. Saine moaned, but didn't return to the world of the conscious. Logaen scrambled to his knees and bent over, hands clasped before him.

"Saradomin, please, I beg of you one more favor. Save my brother and I from these evil men. I am forever your faithful servant and I trust in your love," he murmured, quivering with fear.

27-Jun-2006 02:41:43 - Last edited on 27-Jun-2006 03:08:50 by Crystal Smee

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It had been some sort of miracle that saved them from the flames, and he had little doubt that it was Saradomin’s hand. Once he would have doubted that the gods even truly existed, but Zamorak’s return changed the perspective of everything.

Suddenly, Saine vanished beside him. One second, the prone figure was there, the next, it wasn't.

"Saine?" He blurted out in surprise. No reply. He stuck out one sallow hand, fumbling for the body. His hand touched Saine's chest, and he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Then he glanced down. He couldn’t even see his own hand.

Saradomin had answered by making them invisible. Grinning, he felt for Saine's shoulders and dragged him to one side of the corridor.

He was just in time, too, as a small pack of soldiers came trotting down the passage, armor clinking and weapons rattling. One knelt in front of the prison, prodding the ashes before it with one gauntleted hand. Logaen watched with baited breath, sweat trickling down his neck.

Beside him, Saine let out a low moan. Logaen barely clapped a hand over his brother's mouth, but heads turned.

"What were that?" asked one guard.

"Nuffin', just the wind, stupid," sneered another. The guard on the ground stood, smiling crookedly.

"Looks to me the lads is dead. There be no signs of ‘em, so’s they’s probably part of this here ash. Zamorak will be pleased," he announced. The soldiers cheered.

"We won't be roasting over the fire tonight, right mates?" roared one.

"No!" bellowed another.

"For Zamorak!" yelled a third, and the troop trotted off down the corridor. As Logaen watched them go, Saine appeared beside him.

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"Thank you, Saradomin," Logaen whispered.

"What happened?" Saine mumbled weakly.

Saine grinned. "Zamorakian soldiers came, probably told by that spy, Shanor, where this place was. I prayed to Saradomin for deliverance…and he answered."


"My Lord Zamorak, the two, they are dead." The mage bowed respectfully.

"You are sure of this? What did you do?" Zamorak paused in his incessant pacing, blazing eyes boring into the depths of the mage's hood.

"I sent fire down the corridor. It collided with the wall of their prison, and there was a large explosion." the mage explained.

"This doesn't exactly mean they are dead, they could have escaped," Zamorak snapped. "One of them is Saradomin's Chosen, Magus!"

"Forgive, my Lord, we didn't take the time to count how many mangled arms we found," the mage sneered. "But I suspect few could have survived such an explosion. There were no signs of their bodies."

"It is not wise to be so bold," Zamorak drawled, stroking his short beard.

"Forgive, my Lord, I shall be more careful," the mage amended. Zamorak chuckled coldly.

"You should be. Very well, Magus, I shall take your word. They are dead, and my reign faces no competition." He waved a hand dimissively. The mage bowed and scurried out. Zamorak cackled loudly.

"I won," he laughed to himself. "Nobody can stop the reign of chaos. Soon, all will learn."


"The explosion..." Saine murmured. "Logaen, we have to see if anyone's still alive!" He struggled to rise, Logaen grabbed him under the shoulders and careful began to heave him up to his feet. Saine wavered, then was steady. He hugged his brother, though for balance or out of relief, he wasn’t sure. It was pure impulse.

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"At least we're alive," Logaen whispered. "We can still fulfill our purpose. Come on." He grabbed Saine's arm and dragged him down the corridor out into the main cavern. The stench reached them long before the sight did. The repugnant odor of death was overpowering to their senses until the two could barely keep down the meager meal they had been given. Still, they pressed on, until they finally reached the chamber. Bodies of soldiers littered the ground as though thrown aside like an old toy, though they had taken a much bigger beating. Charred, mangled entrails were all that was left of some.

"Holy Saradomin," Logaen gasped, gagging. Beside him, Saine sunk to his knees, retching.

"I...doubt...anyone could...survive...that," he managed, wiping his mouth.

"Look, there's Bydor!" Logaen burst out, stumbling towards the body. He shook the man's shoulders and slapped his face. A groan escaped the White Knight's lips, and Logaen grinned. Burns scattered across his body. His face was horribly disfigured and his armor had melted around him, searing him in many places to the bone.

"Bydor! Bydor, wake up!" He said excitedly.

"Mhmm...?" Bydor croaked. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked. "Logaen? How...what happened?"

"The Zamorakians came," Logaen explained. "They filled the place with fire."

"And...everyone is...dead?" The man asked weakly. Saine gulped.

"I don't know...we can't tell. You look almost dead," Logaen admitted.

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"And the commander? Have you seen Robain?" He asked hopelessly.

"No," Saine said sadly. Bydor nodded. "Well...you have...work to do...find the Tomb. I'll come.." He struggled to rise, but the tendrils of fiery pain that shot through his body kept him down.

"Wait," Logaen murmured, placing a hand on the man's sweaty brow. "Saradomin, please, save this good man, and heal him, and bathe him in your light, for he deserves better than such pain," he prayed. He seemed to glow with a golden light, and it focused into his palm. Suddenly, the burns on Bydor's skin seemed to knit together, until there was no trace of any injury.


~*~ End of Chapter ~*~

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