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Dwarffire623

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aparently, stories are falling off my profile. i searched tomb of guthix, bumped it, and then this story thread fell off my profile. what really stinks is that i hav soooo many off topic and forum games threads that i want off my profile.

16-Aug-2006 18:51:21

Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 2 ~-~


Saine tossed and turned in his bed all night. The small cot was in the corner of a large cavern packed with beds. How they had managed to get so many beds, he had no idea. He didn't care, so long as he slept comfortably. The rasping sound of sword against whetstone put an uneasy edge in the air, an unnerving feeling. It made him anxious.

He wasn't sure if it was the nerve of going into battle or something else. It was a tiny thought, nagging in the back of his mind. As he rolled back and forth, unable to get comfortable and drown in the solace of sleep, he struggled to bring it forth from the void in his head.

It refused to come. All it was was that pit in his stomach, the feeling that something was not right.

As the tentative rays of predawn were tickling the star-dotted sky above ground, it hit him like a brick. He shot straight up in bed, tossing the mussed sheets to the floor.

He was on his feet in an instant, ignorant of his tussled hair and rumpled clothes. He headed straight for the bed where knew Saradomin presided, surrounded by a tense knot of guards.

"Saine," he announced himself, and they parted to allow him through.

"Saradomin!" he hissed urgently. The man's eyes snapped open, and he sat up. One withered hand rubbed the back of his balding crown.

Suddenly remembering his manners, Saine bowed hastily. Saradomin looked worried. What reason could the young man possibly have for waking him at this dreadful hour?

"What is it, Saine?" he asked wearily.

"Saradomin, our plan, I don't think it's right. If Bydor truly went to Zamorak, he will be expecting our attack. Since the attack we planned is the most obvious solutions, he'll be expecting that. We should move full force on Falador!"

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"Kill Zamorak and get it over with, if he remained. Or capture his headquarters, that would still be a large advance." His words tumbled out in a rush. He didn't know if what he thought made sense, but he was willing to risk seeming an ignorant fool if there was a chance of him being right. He was only a teen, after all.

Saradomin's thick white eyebrows knitted together. He chewed on his lip as he thought. Finally, he nodded.

"Yes, yes, that makes sense. But we should send someone to check," he agreed. Saine grinned broadly.

"May I?" he begged eagerly.

"If you are very careful," Saradomin conceded, sounding much like a father. It brought back memories of Saine's father, and images of the shade brutally slaughtering him in Varrock that night made his eyes burn. He clenched his fists. Zamorak would die for that. They would all pay.

Saine pressed himself to the wall and peeked around the corner. The patrol passed him, chatting idly.

He tuned his ears into their conversation, amazed that they could not hear the beating of his heart. To him it sounded like thunder. If he was caught, he would be killed without questions. They would think he was a slave and the slaves were not allowed to be out at this hour.

"Why'd the Lerd move all o' the men out?" asked one, fondling the hilt of his sword.

"Something 'bout attacks comin' in Varrock 'n Ardounge."

"He emptied the barracks," continued the man. "Musta been worried."

"And we's stuck here. With 'im."

Saine let out a breath of relief. Zamorak had done just as he thought. He could report back now, and they could attack.

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He touched a hand briefly to his Amulet of Glory and found himself in the cave again. Saradomin glanced expectantly at him, sitting up on his pallet.

"They're emptied out. We can attack," Saine reported breathlessly. Saradomin smiled, barely keeping a bloodthirsty gleam from his eyes. He couldn’* wait to get back at Zamorak for all he had done.


Back in the streets of Falador, one of the guards snapped his fingers. His body rippled, morphing into that of the cruel Lord Zamorak. Tall, slender, with a short curling goatee and glittering crimson eyes. He wore a black tunic, black pants, and a scarlet cloak. Beside him, his fellow became a hooded mage. Zamorak cackled loudly, his scarlet eyes glittering in excitement.

"The little spy heard our message. Ready the men," he hissed. "Fools, they underestimated me. Sadly for them, I don’t do the same. But I don't lose that easily. I always think two steps ahead.”


The soldiers were mustered in the main cavern. The constant cling of armor and arms rang in Saine and Logaen's ears. The pair stood off to one side, armed with blades and simple armor. They didn't know what to do. Commander Fox noticed them and strode quickly over.

"What should we do, Commander?" asked Saine anxiously.

"You lads shouldn't be in the fray," he began gently.

"I have to look for Bydor!" blurted Logaen.

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"Very well. But watch out. We can't afford to lose you boys. You have a greater part in the pattern of events, I believe." He nodded briskly and went back to the knot of commanders. They were handing out runes, preparing for mass teleport straight into the city.

Saradomin stood before the army. "Faithful men, loyal soldiers, I must offer you my gratitude for your service. I daresay some of you will die today, and I respect your courage of sacrificing your life to save the world. We will only be safe when Zamorak rests once more in his grave. We will not give up! I will not stop fighting until there is no longer breath in his body, or mine! I pray that you will do the same." The men cheered heartily.

Fox raised one gauntleted hand. "For Saradomin!" he yelled, and pressed the runes together, teleporting. Instantly, the rest of the men followed suit.

Out of nowhere, an army appeared in Falador. In a unanimous hiss, swords were unsheathed. Slaves looked up from their labor, seeing Saradomin at the center of the soldiers.

One by one, they dropped their tools and began to cheer.

And then, suddenly, red-clad soldiers poured through the streets, surrounding the Saradominists. Logaen's heart began to pound furiously. His stomach jumped into his throat.

18-Aug-2006 15:32:17 - Last edited on 28-Aug-2006 23:27:00 by Crystal Smee

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He whirled to face Saine, glaring at his brother. "You said they emptied the city!" he accused.

Saine didn't respond. He was in shock. For a few moments, there was silence as the enemy armies stared each other down. Then, trumpets blared, and suddenly a snide voice could be heard all across the city.

"My foolish brother, step down, for you will never defeat my power!" Zamorak snarled. Saradomin stepped forward, unsheathing his own blade.

"Attack!" he roared.


~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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