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Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Chapter 2 ~<>~


Shadows shrouded the dungeon in darkness. Rats scuttled in dingy corners, and the place was covered in mold. A figure in dark-red robes strode hurriedly down an ancient corridor. His robes were the color of blood, and bearing a * across the chest--The mark of Zamorak.

He shivered and thrashed an arm as a spider crawled innocently up his sleeve. A curse emanated from the shadowed depths of his hood, and he trotted on. Finally, he reached a tall, wooden door. He muttered a few indistinguishable words, and it swung open with a squeak.

Inside, he gazed lazily around the room. His stare rested on the two inhabitants of the room, one in such robes as he wore, the other a young man clad in black. His skin was a dark brown, and only a black vest covered his torso. His legs were covered in black, baggy pants that were tucked into the tops of his high boots. A black bandanna was woven around his head, and a black dragon spear was lashed to his back.

"Theios, you are late,” the man in the robes murmured sharply with a fleeting, mocking bow. His voice was low and soft.

"I do the best I can. Show some respect to those who deserve it,” Theios snapped, bowing back. "I received the summons only a while ago. I came as soon as they arrived. What have I been brought here for?"

"Well, Theios, as you well know, it is time for Zamorak to rise again,” the figure began.

"Indeed. That is why our armies flood the world. Only last night, Varrock was destroyed and taken by our men. Get on with it, would you?" Theios said pleasantly.

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"Yes, Chosen,” he murmured. “Now, a task has been set before you. You have a long journey ahead, though where it will take you I cannot say. You will be searching for an object of great value and importance, yet we know not where it presides. You must find it and retrieve it, for only then will we be successful,” the man continued.

Theios nodded. It was his duty to accept any task set before him as the Chosen of Zamorak. "Then I will accept this task,” he said formally, then gestured to the man in black. "And him? Why is he here?" The man in black shifted slightly. It appeared he did not know why he had been brought.

"This man is Gerrick. He is a thief, assassin, mercenary, the lot. His skills are valuable. He is to be your companion,” the messenger explained. Gerrick frowned, fingering the end of his spear. Something about him did not like Theios.

"Very well," Theios muttered. Gerrick seemed shifty to him, but then again, most thieves who followed Zamorak were. Yet he had to accept this.

"And what do we be lookin' fer?" Gerrick asked.

"You two," the master paused dramatically, "are to find Zamorak's tomb and resurrect his Lordship so that he may claim what is rightfully his."

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"Is that all, master?" Theios questioned calmly. This task seemed near impossible, but he had no choice. Unperturbed, he was ready to glean any possible information from this messenger.

"There is one other thing. There is a man, a scholar, in the digsite. He follows Zamorak, and has long studied the whereabouts of the gods' tombs. His name is Croiten. Go to him, he may be able to give you a lead. Most likely he will join your travels once you go to him,” the man added. Theios and Gerrick nodded in unison.

"We will go, then,” Theios declared. Gerrick gazed long and hard at Theios, his beady eyes critically scrutinizing his companion.

"Well, we's best be goin',” he agreed, and led the way out of the dungeon. Theios followed, and caught up to him in the corridor.

"Do you have teleport runes? I can teleport us without them if you do not." Theios offered.

"I don't have 'em, but I don't want yer teleportin' me nowheres. We should walk. It's not like we be in a hurry. We're destroying the world. We should take our time. I’m no be lettin’ no magic touch me, d’yer hear?" Gerrick replied flatly.

"If you insist," Theios said quietly. "But it will take weeks to reach Varrock from Ardounge."

"So be it. We have time," Gerrick stated firmly, ending the conversation.

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Theios sighed loudly beneath his hood. "If you insist, Gerrick. I don't want to argue. Well, we will go to Ardougne. You will have to buy supplies, they won't sell to me."

"You cou' dress like a normal person..." Gerrick said sourly.

"No, I can't. I must wear these robes at all times," Theios said stolidly.

"Phew. I don' wanna know how many times you've washed 'em," Gerrick said sarcastically. "Fine. I'll be the errand boy. I can steal, too. Wha' do we be needin'?"

"Food, bedrolls, tinderbox, axe for firewood," Theios listed.

"And hunting? Wha'll we do fer weapons?" Gerrick continued.

Theios burst out laughing. He gestured wordlessly to the spear on Gerrick's back.

"And you? Wha'll yer do? Kill things with the stink of yer robes?" Gerrick shot back. Theios stopped laughing. He raised both his hands and muttered something, and the entire dungeon corridor lit on fire. Then he snapped his fingers, and it all went out. There was not so much as a scorch mark to leave reminder of the fire.

"That, is what I will do," He said flatly. "And if you don't shut up, I'll do it to you," He added threateningly.

"Ooh, I'm scared," Gerrick snarled sarcastically, then darted up the dungeon stairs to the outside world.

"You should be," Theios growled back, trotting up after him. The pair strolled towards Ardounge, throwing insults back and forth.

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As they approached the walls, Theios stopped his steady flow of insults.

"Okay, Gerrick, enough. Now, I'll walk around the zoo. Find me in there when you've got supplies, clear?" He ordered.

"I suppose," Gerrick agreed, and darted off. Theios strolled lazily towards the city entrance, entering the zoo. He admired the creatures on display, and a thought came to him as a way to help destroy Ardounge. If they let all the jogres and such loose, they would wreak havoc. It was a shame he was not commanding an army. He would do well.

Instead, he was stuck trying to find something he had no idea of its location. It could be anywhere in the world, and he was expected to find it. And he couldn't say much for his travelling companion.

Well, he had to accept it. He wanted Zamorak's return, and he would do anything to be successful. And besides, if he was the one to find the tomb of Zamorak and he return his staff to the god, chances were he would be high in Zamorak's favor. Gerrick was a small problem, Theios would dispose of him soon.

"Hey Theios, don't go ter close to that cage. It wouldn' be good if'n the jogres died because of the stench of yer robes," a voice said snidely. Theios' head jerked up.

"Heh, didn' see me comin', didjer?" Gerrick giggled from the fence he crouched on. He was laden with bags.

"C'mon, old chap, we's best be goin'. There's a few guards on me tail." And he darted off, Theios at his heels.

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