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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 9 ~-~

Logaen grinned at Bydor. "I had to tell him everything, but he'll help."

Bydor let out a whoop of joy. "Now we wait for him?" Suddenly, the sky lit up with a brilliant, blinding white light. When it faded, Saradomin was standing in front of Bydor and Logaen.

"Saradomin!" Bydor exclaimed, standing up quickly and knocking over the crate in his haste. "I didn't expect to see you." His voice shook as he backed up against the wall, flushing furiously.

"Good to see you too, Bydor.” His hard gray eyes flashed. "After this is over, I want to talk to you."

"Not now," interrupted Logaen, as Bydor looked very faint. "Saradomin, you have more important work to do."

Saradomin rolled his eyes, grasped his staff and bent his knees, then shot into the sky with such force that Logaen was nearly knocked off the crate where he sat. The god'* white robes whipped around him as he soared upward like an arrow, arms and legs tucked in tightly. As he reached above the rooftops, he stuck out his arms and twirled to a stop in the air.

"Zamorak!" Logaen heard his voice boom across the city. Logaen grabbed Bydor's arm.

"This is our chance," he hissed, and dodged out into the main street.

What luck! Theios was darting into another alley as Saradomin appeared in the sky. Good. The distraction appeared to be working perfectly. Logaen followed him, Bydor close on his heels.

"Theios!" Logaen hissed into the darkness. The shadowy figure that was the former Chosen of Zamorak spun in fright.

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Crystal Smee

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"Bydor?" he exclaimed, with eyes only for the burly man over Logaen's shoulder. "No! Please! I'm sorry!" Then his eyes settled on Logaen, seeing him for the first time. "No! Don't hurt him, he's only a boy!"

Logaen held up a hand for Theios to be silent. "Hush, Theios. We're not here to hurt you. We need your help."

Theios collapsed on a crate. "M-my help?" he stammered, relief battling shock on his face. "Why?"

Logaen flopped down on another crate beside him. "Anyone can see that this war needs to end. Preferably with both gods gone and the world the way it was. The gods' time on Gielenor is over, Theios. We have a way of fixing things, but we need your help."

Bydor broke in here, leaning against the side of a building and scratching his beard. "We realized that the only way to return things to the way they were, restore peace and put the gods back in their proper place, was through Guthix. In the past, he’s always fixed the big messes. We are hoping that he will have the power to restore balance. We went to his tomb, but we were greeted with a spirit that told us we needed one person who had 'been of Saradomin, yet gone to Zamorak, and one of Zamorak, gone to Saradomin.' Those are the most balanced, and can therefore bring about his return to the world."

"Bydor is the Saradominist gone to Zamorak, and you, apparently, are the other. That's why we need your help," Logaen explained.

Theios reeled back on the crate, taking in the information. "Wow. Just...wow," was all he could say. "That's...that's a lot. And how did you know - about me?"

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“The spirit told us we would find the other in Ardounge. We came here, and saw Zamorak raging about, and put the pieces together. We needed a distraction to get to you, so I contacted Saradomin, he confirmed that you had switched sides, and now he’s fighting Zamorak so we can get you out of here. If you’re willing.” Logaen tried to not to bite his nails, instead chewing on the inside of his lips to quell his nerves. His fingers clenched tightly as he waited for an answer. The silence grew as Theios sat in thought with his eyes shut. It was so quiet Bydor thought he could almost hear the gears of the man's mind working.

Finally, he couldn't take it any more. "Well?" Bydor blurted out. "Do you want this war to end or not?"

Theios swallowed, then smiled. “I’ll help you."

Logaen sprang to his feet with a yell. Then he threw his arms around Theios, unable to stop himself.

"Thank you!" he cried with joy. Bydor grinned despite himself. Seeing Logaen happy made him happy, despite whatever he tried to tell himself.

"Come on," he said urgently. "We've got to hurry. Theios, do you have a ring of dueling? It’s the quickest way to get back to the desert."

The man frowned. "No, unfortunately."

"Grab one from a stall," Logaen suggested. Theios nodded, sprinting to a crumbled magic-seller's booth and grabbed a glimmering emerald ring from the wreckage. He rejoined them, glancing at the sky every so often to check his cover. But Zamorak was very occupied.

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The two gods lit up the heavens with spells. Fire blasted from Zamorak's fingertips, but Saradomin would dance out of the way and retaliate with a blast of furious light. The crackle and booms of the battle echoed off the buildings of the city with deafening strength.

The citizens of Ardounge heard the commotion and were gathering outside all around the city in wonder. High above, the battle was growing fierce.

"Is this how it ends?" Saradomin called out conversationally, dropping down in air to dodge an attack, only to rise again.

"Someone's got to die, brother," sneered Zamorak. "That's the only way it will end."

"I don't think so," Saradomin muttered. He shot a blast of light-energy toward Zamorak, who evaded it with ease. "This could go on forever," he shouted. Zamorak laughed.

"Then let it. We have eternity."

Saradomin prayed that Logaen and Bydor would finish this soon. He was growing tired. Was Zamorak? He took a deep breath. How was it that Zamorak had come back into the world seeming so young and vivacious, while still felt like the old man he had died as? Was it truly the wisdom he had and his brother seemed to lack that gave him age, as he had told him? Knowledge was a heavy weight indeed.

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He looked across at his opponent, really looking him over for the first time. His sha(c)ggy, dark reddish-black hair hung nearly to his shoulders. He almost looked like a moody teenager, if not for carefully-twirled goatee that consumed his chin. And his eyes...they gleamed crimson and seemed to blaze with fire. The hate for his brother was evident in the roaring flames.

Meanwhile, Theios agonized for a few moments over the fact that he was stealing, but Bydor threatened to slap him if they didn't get moving. The stall was in rubble anyways and the seller gone, so he let it go.

Together, the three touched their rings and were thrown into darkness as they were jolted through a mesh of time and space. With a jerk, they landed outside the Duel Arena. Logaen stumbled to his knees in the sand, shivering. The desert became deathly cold at night.

Bydor hauled him to his feet. "We can't go tonight," he announced. "We started this morning with a battle, spent the afternoon traipsing across the desert and the night traveling halfway around the world and back. Logaen and I haven’t eaten all day. Yes, we need a rest."

Theios only nodded in agreement. "Of course." They chose refuge in the Arena, for its apartments had stood empty for a long time now. Logaen moved as though in a drunken stupor, exhaustion consuming the young adolescent. His stomach rumbled endlessly.

"We may need a long break," Theios suggested, glancing at the boy. “He doesn’t look too well.”

"We don't have much time. But yes. We'll just rest tomorrow," Bydor agreed.

Far off, in a castle in Varrock, Gerrick sat on his throne. He twirled his wineglass in his hand and cursed the loss of a valuable prisoner. Why had Bydor helped the Chosen escape? He simply sat, contemplating this, still yet oblivious to the happenings in the rest of the world.

~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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