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bump.
NOOOOOO. her comps down. *sniff*. that means we wont get any more adds.
*Bawls in corner*
But wait, no that's still bad.
*Continues to bawl in corner*
Why oh why does fate hate me, and everyone else that loves these stories.

16-Nov-2006 10:25:58

Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 7 ~-~


Theios stood in front of the blazing hearth, gazing silently in speculation as his once glorious robes of Zamorak shriveled into nothing but a heap of ash.

Beside him, Nessa glared, mouth twisted in a thin line. Finally, unable to take the moody silence, she spoke up.

"How could you do this?" she demanded angrily. "How could you go over to them?"

"It's what's right, Nessa. Can't you understand that?"

"No. How is it what's right?" The shrill tone of voice showed she was rapidly losing control.

Theios was silent for a moment as he watched the last of the fabric burn. Then he turned and sat on the gigantic bed he and Nessa had shared for but a year.

"Look," he said slowly, "ever since this began, I've wondered if it was right. I wondered if Zamorak really should return to the world. At first I wanted it, but then, I began to wonder. I saw men dying before me, dying because of him. And Gerrick nearly died too. I began to wonder what would happen if that was me. It scared me, Nessa. I'm afraid of death, I really am. Even as I brought him back, I was still questioning."

"Afraid of death?" she cried. "Theios, you are Zamorak's Chosen! You don't like seeing others die? Death is part of the Chaos World of Zamorak! You gave your blood and accepted the oath and responsibilities as his voice in the world!"

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Theios laughed hollowly. "Gave my blood, yes, that I did. But look out and see the people of Ardounge. They paid with their blood, too. But Zamorak doesn't care about the blood of the people. Why should he care about my blood? And Nessa, they paid with their blood to rebuild their city. THEIR city! I cannot enslave people. They built the city, and now it is theirs, not mine! That is what's right!"

Nessa threw her hands in the air. "That you would forsake your religion so simply is breathtaking," she snarled venemously. "I cannot believe you. And now, you would throw me into a dungeon, for what is...'right'? Because I will not submit? What happened to the man I loved?" Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Theios was silent, staring into the flames. Then, suddenly, he jumped to his feet, his new white robes fluttering around him. "No! No. I will not throw you into a dungeon. You will walk free, Nessa. I have been on the other end, and to be prosecuted for your beliefs is horrible. To be a Zamorakian is not wrong."

"Oh?" Nessa raised an eyebrow.

(cen) "It isn't. Nessa, I understand now! There is no right and wrong! Everyone has their own view of right and wrong, therefore what defines TRUE right and wrong? No. No." He shook his head to emphasize. "Your right and wrong come from the Chaos World. Mine now come from the Light of Order. I suspect they have for a time. There is no REAL right and wrong, Nessa, just what the religions define for each person. That, Nessa, that is Balance."


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19-Nov-2006 05:17:00 - Last edited on 19-Nov-2006 05:19:02 by Crystal Smee

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Saradomin chased after Zamorak in the growing dark. For hours they had battled against each other, just tossing spells and insults. Each bled but a little.

Suddenly, Zamorak turned, fury twisting his face. For the first time in hours he faced his brother. Spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke.

"Theios -- NO! Saradomin, you WILL die for this!"

Saradomin stared back calmly. "For what?" he asked delicately. He truly didn't know what had happened.

Zamorak cursed loudly. His fists clenched, flames forming around them. Then they jetted toward Saradomin, who barely ducked in time. Zamorak laughed coldly.

"Old age has made you weak, brother," he taunted.

Saradomin shrugged. "You are as old as I, Zamorak."

Zamorak laughed again. “Oh, you will pay, Saradomin!” he howled. Then flames leapt up around him to engulf his body. Still laughing manically, the flames consumed him. There was a loud pop, and the flames vanished. Zamorak was gone.

Saradomin sighed and turned, jogging down the street to find one of his commanders. He laughed inwardly. So his ploy with Theios had worked. Good, good. That meant Falador was his.

He strode to the fountain, then called on his magic through his staff. A small wind lifted him gently up into the air above the rushing water.

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"Zamorakians and Saradominists alike!" he shouted, more magic sending his voice booming across the city. Almost instantly, all men lowered their weapons.

"Zamorak has fled. Falador is mine. Close all exits!" he ordered his men. "Zamorakians, you will be offered a choice. Join my army and publicly, officially convert, spend a lifetime in jail, or be executed. It is your decision."

The Zamorakains, realizing their loss, dropped their weapons. The Saradominists did the same, cheering for Saradomin. It looked like this dark time might finally be ending.


******


Bydor and Logaen stumbled up to the rocks. Night was descending upon them and the air whipped around them with an icy chill. They had set out past midday and had traveled for hours. The sky was dark violet, dotted with stars.

"What now?" asked Logaen as he brushed sand from his hair. The wind lifted the grit and sent it flying everywhere.

Bydor frowned. "I don't know. Maybe -- try what you did with Saradomin? Pray and hope he helps us out. If he's watching, which he should be, hopefully he'll notice and care." Logaen nodded and knelt down in the sand, wincing as he felt more sand sift into his boots.

"Guthix, Master of Balance, hear this prayer. The world is in turmoil and we need your help, your hand, your presence. Please, assist us."

Logaen remembered that with Saradomin, something took over him, spoke for him. He waited for that feeling, but none came. Instead, the rocks began to shake. A few pebbles tumbled down to rest before Logaen. He vaulted to his feet and stumbled backward into Bydor. The entire structure trembled. Suddenly, a jade burst of light shot upwards above the heap.

19-Nov-2006 05:17:38 - Last edited on 19-Nov-2006 05:21:53 by Crystal Smee

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The flare took shape as a torso with a tail that trailed into a wisp. The head had a frowning face, with no hair at all. To Logaen, it looked like the legendary genies he had seen in books in the Varrock Library as a child. He gasped in surprise.

"Fear me not, Logaen," the specter boomed with a hint of laughter. There was something reassuring in the voice despite the shock that it new his name, something that quelled his quivering.

"Who -- what -- are you?" stammered Bydor.

"I do not know that there is a word for it. I suppose you might consider me a guardian of Guthix's Tomb. I am know by the title '**han-dan'inmah' in the Overworld."

Logaen blinked. "That is quite a title," he admitted. "Please, Guardian...how to put it? Will Guthix not help us?" he begged as politely as possible, his attempted eloquence lost.

The Guardian chuckled. "He wishes to. However, none but the Balanced may enter his Tomb."

"A Guthixian? That may be hard to find," interjected Bydor.

"<cen> No, not necessarily. The truly balanced are those who have been on two sides of a spectrum, in this case the religious spectrum. To enter, you must have one of Zamorak, gone to Saradomin, and one of Saradomin, gone to Zamorak. That is how you will achieve the necessary Balance."

Logaen grabbed Bydor's arm. "You! You're the Saradomin gone to Zamorak!"

The specter nodded. "He will suffice. You will find the other in Ardounge. Go now, you must hurry! Time is running out. And be careful in Ardounge."


~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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