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hey if anyone wants too see my pathetic excuses for stories i have wrote,1 and 2 are in progress

The final battle - finished

Blood shead and tears - progress

Rise of the king black dragon - progress


thanks

double post sorry guys n girls ^_^

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Crystal Smee

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~*~ Chapter 10 ~*~


Logaen shifted uncomfortably under Gerrick's steely gaze. His jaw (c) was (c) set stubbornly. "You'll learn nothing from me, Zamorakian," he spat venomously. Three days later, he still held firm. Gerrick's face hardened.

"That'd be 'my Lord Zamorakian'," he drawled, forcing himself to keep a tight rein on his temper. "Now, little laddie, yer 'kin tell me wha' yer were doin', or yer 'kin meet the same fate as yer frien'.” Logaen had seen them dragging Bydor into the dungeon, covered in bruises and gashes. “Either way, we be takin' yers ter the Lerd Zamorak. He'll get the tale outta yer. See, I know yer or yer friend what escaped be the Chosen. If yer won’ talk fer me, yer will talk fer ‘im." A hoarse laugh escaped his dry lips.

Logaen examined the cramped room he was in, a lonely storage room packed with dusty crates. It was an interesting choice for a questioning room. Almost lazily, he eyed the guards by the single door. Pretending to be deep in thought, he fidgeted with his shirt to assure himself the blade Bydor had given him was still there. The cool of metal on his chest told him it was. The idiots had never searched him. He could likely take out both of the guards, but Gerrick was another matter. He would have to make a break for it and hope he could free Bydor. He knew where his friend’s cell was.

"Well?" Gerrick asked impatiently, tapping one booted toe on the ground. Logaen smiled broadly, then hesitated a moment to enjoy the confusion that spread across Gerrick's rugged features. Then he sprung upwards, sliding the knife from the layers of his white tunic.

He stabbed desperately at the Zamorakian Lord and felt the blade slice through flesh. The hiss of swords leaving sheaths rang in his ears.

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Stumbling back from Gerrick, Logaen stepped around the crumpled figure and dove between the guards. Fiery pain lanced through his arm as one of their blades struck home, and then he was bursting through the door. Sweat began to trickle down his neck while his feet pounded along the soft rug, pursued by the angry shouts of the guards.

He skidded to a halt, gasping for air. His legs felt like lead. He smacked himself in the forehead, realization hitting him like a boulder. Those were not the only guards, and now he would have the whole castle after him.

"Idiot," he mumbled to himself.

Even as he stood there, doubled over, he heard Gerrick's infuriated yells to rouse the Royal Guard. Logaen swore silently and sprinted off down the hall toward the dungeons. He dashed through a maze of corridors, testing his memory to guide him to Bydor.

Yes! There it was, far at the end of the dungeon. He could see Bydor's limp figure hanging upside down from the fetters. And before it stood two more guards.

He tightened his sweaty grip on the dagger in his hand, throwing himself against the wall before they saw him. He slammed painfully into it as he speed was suddenly halted, and his injured shoulder protested angrily. He paused until the black spots before his eyes faded. Then, slowly, he crept towards them.

With a wild yell he leapt forward and slashed at one, then jabbed the other. All of his knife-fighting exercises taught as a squire were lost in his rush of adrenaline. One of the guards let out a cry as the knife raked his flesh. Logaen was now in a frenzy. He slashed wildly, left and right, not seeing, not knowing, just reacting.

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Finally, the white haze that obstructed his vision floated away, and he saw both guards on the ground, motionless. Panting, he knelt and cleaned his blade on their shirts.

"Bydor!" Logaen grinned slightly as he snatched the keys from one of the guard's belts. Bydor, hanging upside down, slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing Logaen he let out a thick grunt of recognition. Logaen fumbled for the correct key then stepped inside the dank cell and trotted over to his friend.

The ring of keys jingled softly as he undid the fetters. Bydor collapsed on the floor with a weak croak and lay without moving.

"Bydor?" Logaen asked warily. The man barely managed to raise his head, eyes unfo(c)cused as he glanced at Logaen.

"Uhnn..." he mumbled. His face was flushed red. Ugly, purpling bruises covered his skin and blood spattered his white clothes. Bydor’s blood, Logaen realized as he saw the gashes raked across the man’s arms and chest.

Rage bubbled inside Logaen, hot and churning in the pit of his stomach. He squatted down and settled his arms under Bydor's, then hoisted the White Knight to his feet.

Bydor merely grunted again. "Thought--they could--make me talk," he choked out.

"Let's get you moving," Logaen said firmly. Tucking his arms under Bydor's shoulder, he began half-assisting, half-dragging the man through the dungeon. Bydor stopped him, twisting weakly out of his grasp.

"One, I can walk meself, laddie," he growled, but his voice held a hint of humor. "Two, can you work some magic like the caverns? I can hear the guards gettin' riled up there. They'll be sweeping the palace. I dunno if you can heal again, but you don’t need to."

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Logaen frowned, eyebrows knitting above his forehead. "I don't...I don't know," he admitted. Then he closed his eyes. "Saradomin, bask us in the Light of your Order, protect your faithful servant until we have reached safety. Bless your Light, Saradomin," he murmured hopefully.

He waited, but felt no change. Clutching Bydor's arm, he peered into a pool of murky stagnant water. There was no reflection. He broke into a smile. "It worked," he whispered, then set off with Bydor beside him. Despite the older man's protests, he continued to support him as they clambered up the stairs into the main palace.

"Do you know the way out?" Logaen asked suddenly. Bydor squeezed his eyes shut.

"Not sure. You see, I've only been here once before, laddie, guarding Sir Va(c)rze on a visit. It was a long time ago," he sighed. "We'll have to trust my memory." Surpressing another sigh, he led Logaen off into the maze of corridors.


Saine meandered through the woods. He had been travelling many long hours, and the sun was beginning to set. Rosy fingers spread across the sky as the golden orb dipped below the horizon. Judging by his surroundings, he was nearly at Edgeville. He supposed it might still hold some loyal to the Old World, as the world before Zamorak's reign was called now. The Zamorakians hadn’t bothered to make it into a city, just set a small garrison. The population was too small to make use of it.

Sure enough, up ahead he could barely see the ramshackle old buildings of the village. He strode calmly through the break in the wall. His head swiveled around to examine his surroundings, alert to any trap. There was not a soul in the town, not a speck of life, it seemed.

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As he stepped into the open, he tripped over something cold and hard. He glanced down and stifled a yelp as he saw a body, many days dead. The crimson cloak beneath the armored man’s shoulders showed darker red stains of blood. It looked as though his throat had been cleanly sliced to silence him, and now his flesh was ragged and mangled in other places as well from rot.

Brow furrowed, he shambled into the ruins were a few rare yew trees grew. Suddenly, a hand was clamped over his mouth and he was thrown roughly to the ground.

"Who are ye?" a voice growled menacingly in his ear as his vision flickered black. His head had slammed into a stone in his fall, and he could feel hot blood trickling down his temple. The hand moved away from his mouth to let him answer. He clamped his mouth shut and blinked furiously, twisting to get a view of his attacker. He thought he spotted a flash of white in the corner of his eye.

"My name is Saine, brother of Logaen of Falador. I walk in the Light of Saradomin," he moaned, trusting his luck. Another voice laughed.

"Welcome to the Resistance," it greeted warmly.


~*~ End of Chapter ~*~

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