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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 3 ~-~


Logaen was lost. Battle raged everywhere around him. It felt as though he was outside himself, above the turmoil watching a blond-haired adolescent weave his way past reaching blades. His lessons from Sir Varze himself were forgotten in a rush of adrenaline and terror. Instinct and reflexes were what saved him now.

His sword in its scabbard swung uselessly at his side. He had no reprieve, no chance to draw his blade. He had only time to dodge and duck, to run. He had become separated from Saine in the first moments of battle. Saine, his idiot brother that had gotten them into this mess. True, he hadn't intended it, but it was still his fault.

Logaen wasn't sure where he was bound now, only that he wanted to escape. Breathing heavily, he spun away from a bloodthirsty sword and found himself on the edge, free. Before he was spotted, he dove behind a fence post in the garden and peeked out to watch the battle. He was too terrified to re-join it.

Everywhere, men were dying. The once-white, grand stones of Falador were spattered with the blood of valiant men and cruel Zamorakians. They had been cleaned in Zamorak's rule, but the stains returned now, larger than ever. The red-clad Zamorakian soldiers appeared to be winning. White cloaks fluttered to the ground all around Logaen.

Suddenly, a red-cloaked man dashed past Logaen's hiding place, clutching a shining white-oak staff. Logaen's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment the clash of steel on steel faded. He could hear only the click of Bydor's boots across the street.

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Logaen was on his feet in an instant, blade hissing from its scabbard to hand.

"Bydor!" he shouted. Bydor's pace slowed until he was jogging, then he stopped and turned slowly. A lazy grin danced across his lips.

"Logaen," he greeted, bowing mockingly. "And how is our fine Chosen of Order this beautiful day?" Logaen bit back a vulgar reply and vaulted the fence, assuming a fighting stance.

"Just wonderful," he snarled, forcing himself to be calm. He couldn't afford to be arrogant, but he couldn't afford immobilizing terror either. He drew on a confidence deep within himself and mustered all the courage he could.

"Bravery and fearlessness and two different things," whispered his father's voice in his mind, a long-forgotten lecture floating back into recollection in his mind. "A brave man can still be afraid. A brave man acts on his fear. He retains his instinct. It is good to be afraid. A fearless man has no instinct. He is reckless and blind. Never be fearless."

"You want to fight, boy?" Bydor sneered.

"Perhaps," shrugged Logaen. "It might be nice seeing your head on a stake."

"So he talks," sniggered the traitor, "but can he dance?" He twirled the blade in his hands, implying the dance he meant.

"Shall we find out?" Logaen grinned, sidestepping a lunge. Bydor stumbled past, regained balance, and faced him again. "I always loved to dance. I'm a real ladies' man, Lord Varze always told me."

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"Varze is dead by my own hand," Bydor growled. "And good riddance, too."

Rage churned within Logaen, a desire to kill the traitor before him. He told himself to remain calm. Anger destroyed men in battle. Forcing a deep breath, he waited for Bydor to attack again.

Bydor waited, though. A question floated into Logaen's mind, and he snagged the oppurtunity to ask it.

"Bydor, when did you go over to Zamorak?" he questioned softly. Bydor frowned.

"It was the night Zamorak took over, actually. He cornered me, and at that moment, all I wanted was my life. I begged mercy. He laughed at me, a White Knight begging for life, but granted me his favor," he explained cautiously.

Logaen sagged. "Then? But..some White Knight you were! Any TRUE Knight would give his life rather than join Zamorak! How in Zamorak's hell could you forsake Saradomin like that?" he cried out.

"And that night I found you in the hideout! I was so glad to see a familiar face...and when Robain thought we were spies. 'Who knew what devious thinking went on behind those harmless eyes?' How that applies to you, you were the spy there, not us! And you led the Zamorakians there, it's your fault that Robain's dead. That's how you survived the flames, they knew you were one of them! They saved you!

"How could you, Bydor? You were so good, so devoted..." Logaen staggered to his knees, nearly weeping with despair and betrayal that clenched his heart.

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Something snapped deep within Bydor, an urge to comfort Logaen, to make everything right. He inched closer, a hand held up slightly as though for protection, though maybe to pat the boy's shoulder. He wasn't sure.

"Hush, hush, it'll be all right," he murmured roughly.

"Don't come near me!" snarled Logaen, lashing out with his blade. It was a clumsy swing, clanging off Bydor’s armor.

Bydor backed up, but continued to murmur in that low tone. All he wanted now was to fix things. He still cared about Logaen, deep within his heart. It wasn't completely stone. "Listen, Logaen, you and I can fix it. We can make it better. We'll find Guthix and bring him back and put an end to this nonsense, okay?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Logaen shouted. Bydor took a deep breath.

"Fine. I'll go by myself," he shrugged. "I'll give you the Staff. Tell Saradomin that you killed me and lost my body in the moat. Zamorak will think I'm dead. It'll buy time, making the sides even. It's the most I can do now. And I promise, somehow when this is over, I'll give my life with Saradomin's name on my lips."

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Logaen looked up. "Truly?" he asked hopefully.

The Zamorakian, growing part of Bydor wanted to sneer and laugh maliciously and shout "Never!", but he clung to the returning good part of himself. "Of course," he promised. He grasped the Staff beside him and held it outward to Logaen. The boy took it, wonderment scrawled across his features, and gazed at Bydor with tears welling in his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered.


~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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