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Crystal Smee

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~*~ Chapter 11 ~*~


"The Resistance?" Saine asked uncertainly.

"Aye, lad, the Resistance. The leading group of rebels against Zamorak. Yeh see, we knows every little group there is. We lead 'em all. I've heard tell of yeh, Commander Robain sent word when yeh arrived at his place. We've also heard tell it was destroyed," the voice said gruffly. Saine was released quickly, and he rolled to his stomach, then propped himself on his knees.

"Robain said in his report that you were searching for Saradomin's tomb. Do this mean yeh found it?" asked one of his previous captors hopefully. Saine shook his head sadly.

"No. Logaen and our companion, Bydor, were captured in the woods near to Draynor. I saw them taken off by Zamorakians," he admitted ruefully. The soldier let out a sigh.

"We has a spy in the Varrock Palace," the leader said suddenly. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man, burly and muscled beneath his white tunic and chainmail. His dark eyes glittered excitedly in the twilight. "He said there be an attack on Gerrick today. I think your friends be free, laddie." Saine brightened at this.

"Chances are they're looking for the Tomb, then. Which means we should prepare an army," he blurted out. The leader nodded, then grabbed one of his men's shoulders.

"Send a messenger to every camp. I want them ready to move as soon as they get word!" he ordered briefly. The man darted off.

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Bydor and Logaen had made it through the gates. Their escape had been relatively uneventful, with a few close moments. Bydor had found the way out, and now they hastened toward the wilderness.

Bydor glanced at the sky as they reached the outskirts of the barren wasteland. "It's about midday. I'd say it'll take us until sundown, at the least. I hope it doesn't take more, seeing as we have no provisions****?" Logaen grunted and hurried on.

He would have sprinted ahead, but he couldn't leave Bydor behind. Still, the injured man was dragging them, slowing them down. Bydor shuffled along, limping, his face purpled and bruised.

The hours passed this way, Bydor occasionally redirecting them so that they stayed on course. They passed the Graveyard of Shadows, and from there began heading more diagonally to pass the Bandit Camp, and they could see the Forgotten Cemetary just ahead.

Bydor and Logaen soon reached the graveyard. Almost right next to it, a few meters away, was the altar of Saradomin. To Logaen, this was a promising omen. Bydor kicked the rusty iron-cast gate gently, and it swung slowly inward with an ear-piercing squeak. The burly man's callused hand reached automatically for his sword before belatedly realizing it wasn't there. Once out of the castle they had rested awhile, then Logaen released them of the invisibility, being sure to thank the God profoundly for protection.

Now, night had begun to fall, and with it an eerie quiet settled over the Wilderness as the wasteland rested. The sky darkened further than usual and the air was deathly still. Logaen had feared that in the cemetary, skeletons would walk, for it was not unlike the dead to find some balance between life and death in this place - he had heard the tales. Yet it seemed that even the walking dead slept at night.

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Logaen chuckled softly, drawing twin long daggers from the inside of his ripped, filthy tunic. He had filched them from Bydor's guards after the skirmish. Bydor's sword had been taken when they captured.

He tossed one dagger to Bydor, who deftly caught it by the pommel. Armed and alert, the pair set forward, eyeing each lonely grave they passed. The names were engraved into the cracked granite headstones, worn and barely legible.

Suddenly Logaen let out a soft cry, squatting down with his dagger discarded at his side. Bydor whirled into a fighting stance, before he saw that Logaen was in no danger. The young man was furiously brushing the dirt and decay from one ornate grave.

He darted over beside him and exhaled loudly with a low whistle. His eyes lovingly caressed the stone as he read the words.

'In loving memoriam, Tobias Saradomin, may he rest in the Peace and Light of his Order, and may he reign upon the throne of Heaven for eternity.'

"Bydor, this is it," Logaen hissed in awe. "That's his grave. Look, right in line with the altar."

"What do we do?" Bydor asked, frowning. Logaen gestured for him to back away. Then he settled himself on his knees.

"Saradomin, I have recieved your constant blessing in this sojourn that I may find this holy ground. I now ask for one final blessing, and that is the words to unlock the secrets of your burial," he uttered in a soft voice. He opened his mouth again as words formed on his tongue by some other bidding.

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"A kenai shoraden l'medor i'rav." The ground shifted beneath the pair's feet, tossing them to the ground. In front of the gravestone, a gaping hole appeared, showing steps leading to the tomb beneath.

Logaen straightened on his knees, gazing in awe at the whole. "Bydor!" he cried. "We did it! Come on!"

The man crawled over. "Let's go."

Together they tumbled down the stairs, into the tomb. It was very plain. The walls were decorated with paintings of memorable moments in Saradomin's life.

In the center was a glittering sarcoph(c)agus, a shining white that bore the shape of the God's body. Lying perpendicular across the top was a tall wooden staff with a sparkling cloud-colored orb at it's head. Bydor darted forward and picked it up, examining it in his hands. Logaen stepped forward, placing his hands on the marble coffin. He heaved, lifting the top and setting it aside. It was very heavy, and it clattered to the dusty ground with a clunk.

Wreathed in white robes was the body of Saradomin. He looked at the peaceful face, untouched by thousands of years of death. One would think having been buried so long would have allowed for decay, but Saradomin’s body was perfectly in tact. Once again, words danced unbidden on his tongue. "Hiendal iska ter'on Saradomin."

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The body suddenly sprung to life, breath rushing to fill the lungs. With a gasp, Saradomin's eyes burst open. Slowly, the man rose, the cautiousness of an aged man who knows the danger of quick movement. He arranged his robes, a smile parting his lips beneath his bushy white beard.

Saradomin was alive once more.

"Well done, Chosen," he murmured, nodding gratefully at Logaen. Then his breath caught, and his eyes widened. Logaen turned to see a purple bubble popping behind him. Bydor was gone, and with him the staff of Saradomin.

~*~ End of Chapter 11 ~*~

~*~ End of Book Two: The Tomb of Saradomin ~*~

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