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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter ~-~


Logaen sprinted for a time, searching in vain for Bydor. He trusted the man somewhat; Bydor had given him the Staff, after all. He wondered how in the name of the gods he had been able to change Bydor's mind. Guilt was a powerful tool, but he had never thought that a Zamorakian would feel that he had done something wrong. Shame? There was little difference between the two, yet perhaps that was how he had snared Bydor. Bydor knew he had become a horrible, cruel person. There was some good in Bydor yet, praise Saradomin.

Finally, as he trotted along the road, he saw the crimson-clad traitor. He instantly slowed his pace. He wouldn't want Bydor to see him. He couldn't travel with Bydor, because if the traitor changed his mind, Logaen would be at his mercy. But he couldn't let the man know he wasn't trusted, either.

Bydor passed the border-wall and turned south into Draynor. Logaen trailed after him at an even pace. The Zamorakian, for he still was one, went straight into the crowded market. Logaen swallowed an oath a boy of his age should not have known.

It would be nigh on impossible to track Bydor through the crowds. He would have to stay at the edges of the fray, for he couldn't risk getting mixed up and bumping into Bydor, and he was already lost in the masses. The people of Gielenor were no longer enslaved. There had to be some freedom and trade in the nations.

As Logaen circled, his keen eyes caught a crimson cloak. It might be Bydor, or it might be some other guard. He crept closer behind the houses until he reached the stall, where he glimpsed the burly man's face. It was Bydor, all right. He was at a magic-seller's shop.

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Curiosity engulfed Logaen now. He inched closer. A glint of green flashed in the light. Logaen squinted and focused on the item passing between shopkeeper and buyer.

Then he managed a good view as Bydor slipped the object onto his finger. A Dueling Ring! Of course! Realization washed over Logaen like an icy wave. He would have laughed aloud, had Bydor not been right around the corner. Bydor was taking the quick way to Al Kharid.

Logaen saw Bydor slip off to the teleporting grounds and darted up to the mage-seller's shop himself. "One Dueling Ring," he requested.

"10 golds.” Logan fumbled in his belt pouch, drawing out a handful of gold coins. He had so few left, he would need to be sparing with his spendings.

"No haggling?" laughed the man. He was a massive figure, a large belly protruding beneath his green shirt. Gold beads shimmered in his beard.

Logaen knew he could get the ring for less, but he needed to keep up with Bydor. "No sir," he shrugged.

The trader chuckled. "Too young, eh? Well, here yeh go." He tossed Logaen the ring. The teen bobbed a bow and weaved off through the crowd. He reached the teleporting ground, but Bydor was nowhere in sight. Logaen paused. He risked running into Bydor in Al Kharid, especially if the man was simply standing around.

He would have to come clean then, and explain that he too searched for Guthix's grave now. Bydor, hopefully, would not take Logaen's presence the wrong way.

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Praying for luck and safety, he slid the ring on his finger. The world began to spin. Faster and faster it went, until he was nauseous and near to vomiting. The world faded into a black void, and he could see nothing. Then it returned to spinning, gradually slowly until he stood in the teleporting ground near the Al Kharid Duel Arena.

"Logaen?"

Logaen cursed softly. The incredulous voice told him he had come to soon. "Bydor -- I --" he began, fumbling for words, still dizzy and fighting for balance from the trip.

"Logaen, what in the seven hells of Chaos are you doing here? I knew it! I knew you wouldn't trust me!"

Logaen blinked furiously. "Bydor, it's not like that! They -- they killed Saine. I'm here to help get this done as quickly as possible."

Bydor forgot his rage. "Saine is dead?"

Logaen nodded feverishly. "Yes. By Zamorak's own hand. We need to hurry." He glanced around the nearly empty Duel Arena. It was being overseen at all times by snooty Zamorakians on the lookout for anyone who might be getting too powerful. Did they appear strong enough to be a threat to the new Zamorakian Empire; they would be taken away or forced to convert. This made it rare for any to dare display their prowess in the once-thriving Arena. Sometimes, also, criminals were taken there and made to fight to do the death. The Zamorakians found it good sport.

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"Where do we go?" Bydor asked softly. He had known Saine as well, though not as closely as he knew Logaen. Still, he mourned the loss of another good person. He knew he had done wrong now.

"Kalphite lair," Logaen reminded him. Bydor set off, away from the road, through the underbrush. There was a wavering heat haze, but the land was almost perfectly flat. It stretched away on an endless horizon. The pair could barely see the brightly colored tents that marked the gateway desert city. It was the last oasis before long stretches of desert in every direction.

It wasn't long before Logaen began to feel thirsty. It was like someone clamped a vice around his throat. Breathing, swallowing, even thinking became hard. Sweat plastered his stringy hair to his head and his tunic to his back. He pitied Bydor, who was clad in the heavy red cloak. Sure enough, his companion soon removed it and looped it over one arm.

It wasn't long either before they reached Al Kharid. They stumbled into the city, breathing heavily. They made their way to the fountain, throwing their heads into the water and slurping the icy liquid. It soothed Logaen's throat instantly and he wanted to drink forever.

He heard some lady shouting. "Hey! Ruffian! Get yer head outta the fount'n!" she screamed, waddling toward him and waving her broom over her head. She had been dusting her front stoop free of the fine dust that seemed to cover everything, a reddish sandy powder that clung to your clothes.

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Bydor grabbed Logaen's arm, shaking water out of his own hair. He flashed the cloak as he hefted it back onto his shoulders. "Sorry ma'am," he nodded gruffly. "He's me son, I'll take care of him."

The woman's eyes widened as she saw the cloak. "Apologies, ser. Beg pardon," she mumbled hurriedly. She hastened back to her stoop and resumed sweeping.

Bydor and Logaen stopped in the general store and bought a few canteens. Then they set off down the path toward the Shantay ****, with little more than the clothes on their backs, out to find a god and resurrect him.


~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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