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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 10 ~-~


Logaen opened his eyes, and instantly regretted it. "Ooh..." he mumbled groggily. His head felt as though it had exploded. He attempted open his eyes again, but once more he was forced to squeeze them shut. Splinters of light slid under his eyelids and stabbed him mercilessly. He moaned and forced himself to roll over, away from the terrible light. Now shadowed, he was able to see. He blinked a few times and the room came into focus.

It was small. The bed was opposite the white oaken door, and a small dresser was in the corner, with a mirror perched on top. That was all there was in the room.

Logaen's stomach let out a ferocious rumble and he groaned again. Where was he? He tried to remember, and images of stumbling through the dark and icy cold past the Duel Arena's towering gates came to mind. Then there was nothing.

He needed food and drink. His stomach cried out again as if to emphasize the thought. He emitted a weak chuckle, which sent new knives of pain stabbing through his head.

Slowly, knowing it might be futile, he sat up. The pulsing in his head increased and he felt as though it was in a vice that was tightening with agonizing slowness. Then, holding his breath, he tried to stand. He wavered on his feet for a few seconds, the world spinning. Then he collapsed and it all went black.


"Well, if he's lost you, he'll probably turn to Gerrick. Make him the Chosen, right?"

"Likely. Gerrick always wanted to be the Chosen. He and I never got along..."

"I can see why. He's a nasty little fellow."

"But if you're right, someone's got to warn Saradomin."

"Why, so he can storm the city?"

"If that's what he chooses. But we have to prevent Zamorak from getting Gerrick. Saradomin is currently without his Chosen, since he's here and sick. Zamorak can't have one, otherwise it'll tip the balances and ruin our chances."

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"What does it matter if he has a Chosen?"

“Because we inherit powers much like the gods, though they’re slightly on a smaller scale."

“The telepathy. We can contact Saradomin."

"Yes."

"But he's sick..."

"When he wakes up..."

Logaen opened his mouth to tell them he was awake, but he felt as though water poured in his mouth, suffocating him, and he dropped back into the blackness.

His senses prickled again. He heard no discussion this time. Gently, his eyes fluttered open. The room slowly focused.

"Ah, I see you've returned to the land of the living, Logaen," smiled Theios at his bedside. "Welcome."

"Wha...?" Logaen mumbled. His voice was surprisingly thick.

"You're sick. It's been two days since we arrived here."

"Guth--Guthi--" His mouth seemed unable to form the words properly.

"Don't worry, we have time. From what I know, battle in Ardounge rages on. I am technically still Zamorak's Chosen, and I managed to make the link with him, and he was willing to tell me what is happening. The armies in Ardounge of his were subdued by the Saradominists when they came and forced me to convert, but Zamorak blew a few of their captors up and they began fighting. Saradomin called in more armies, and they're still up in the air tossing spells at each other. Neither has gotten very injured yet."

Logaen sat in silence, unsure if he should mention what he heard Theios and Bydor talking about before. Theios, however, provided the answer.

"Listen, Logaen, Bydor and I did some thinking -- we need your help." Logaen rolled to face him, painting a picture of curiosity on his face. Theios sat wearily in the chair. He seemed older, aged. The war had changed him. His hair was stringy and messy, as it had been in his older days of serving Zamorak in hiding.

Logaen blinked. "How so?" he guttered.

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"We think that Zamorak may go to Varrock and make Gerrick his Chosen, since he lost me. If we can stop him from getting to Gerrick then we have a good chance of beating him, because it’s unbalanced with you on Saradomin’s side. Past Gerrick and I there is no one powerful enough to handle being Zamorak’s Chosen. His next top man would have been Bydor, but Bydor is turning around somewhat, and then there are a few strong mages. But that is all. Saradomin needs to get to Varrock first and capture Gerrick or something. You can contact Saradomin for us."

Logaen rubbed his head. "I can -- try," he mumbled dubiously. "I don't know if -- if I'm up to it." He touched his jaw, moving it around to loosen it. "Water?" he asked suddenly. Theios reached over to the nightstand where there was a pitcher of iced water. He poured some into the goblet beside it and handed it to Logaen, who gulped it thirstily. In his haste some sloshed down the front of his shirt. Theios chuckled.

"Only if you're up to it," he assured him. Logaen nodded. He shifted himself into a sitting position and attempted to clear his head.

"I'll try," he declared. Then, in his mind, he called, "Saradomin." As before, his mind seemed to expand and his senses doubled. He could hear the explosions in Ardounge. They sounded very far away, like an echo. He could faintly smell the reek odor of charred flesh. With the second connection between the two, it strengthened slightly, and Logaen could barely see what Saradomin saw in Ardounge. Logaen bristled and accused, "Saradomin, are you hurt?"

He felt a mental shrug. "Got clipped by a fireball, I'll live. What do you need?"

"You have to go to Varrock. Now. They think Zamorak will try to get to Gerrick and make him the new Chosen. You’ve got to stop him."

"What's taking you so long? Don't tell me you're walking to the desert..."

"I got sick, didn’t eat or sleep and I just sort of toppled, they're taking care of me. You have to hurry."

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"All right, I'll go. But where are you? I can help heal you after I get Gerrick, I can bring him there. Zamorak doesn't know where you are, right?"

"The Duel Arena," Logaen replied. His head had begun to pound. His vision flashed black, he could see neither what Saradomin saw nor what was right in front of him.


In Ardounge, Saradomin had already begun his escape. Zamorak cackled maliciously as Saradomin's transport portal opened beside him. "Run, big brother, but I'll find you. Go, run away, you'll lose in the end!"

"I'm not so sure," snapped Saradomin. Yet as he stepped inside the portal, he saw flames spring up around Zamorak, showing that his brother was leaving too. Then everything flashed white, and he was jolted through a maze of time and space. He still kept his connection with Logaen.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I have Gerrick. I'd better go, you don't seem too well. Perhaps I can help heal you." He could barely see Logaen slumping back on the pillows and his head ached along with his Chosen's. Saradomin noted in the background that Bydor had entered the room and was conversing with Theios.

Suddenly, the room was lit with a bright orange light. Flames. But just as suddenly, they were gone, replaced with Zamorak.

Saradomin gasped. "Logaen!" he screamed in his mind. "Look out!" Logaen, though, was collapsed on the sheets, staring blankly into the room, barely maintaining the connection. He could see nothing.

Saradomin tried to channel his power, clutching his staff and mustering all his strength as he hurtled through space. But Logaen did not react. Saradomin groaned. He could now see Zamorak's hands engulfed in flame, pointed toward Logaen. It was an odd sideways view caused from Logaen's slumped angle, making it very hard to see.

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Instead, Zamorak shot the flames around Theios to make a fiery ring so that he wouldn't escape or attack him. He trusted Bydor, a servant of his, after all. Then he stepped over to Logaen and lifted the boy's chin until he was gazing into his blank eyes. He guessed right, he was somewhat now staring at Saradomin.

Saradomin, in his much slower portal, tried to change his direction to the Duel Arena, but knew he would be too late. He knew what would happen next, it was inevitable. He would go, but he would be too late.

"Looks like I found your little prize, yes?" Zamorak giggled. "I'm not an idiot, you were talking to the boy. Well, watch this, my brother," he sneered.

He stood back and flames once more engulfed his fists. Saradomin could only watch in horror as Zamorak sent one fistful of fire toward Logaen, then the other.

Logaen caught fire and began to burn instantly. He had fallen unconcious in the exertion of the contact, leaving Saradomin alone in the boy'* mind. He was the one who recieved the stabbing messages of agony that shot through the boy'* body and he cried out.

The flames slowly incinerated Logaen's entire body. When the flames reached his head, the link between Saradomin and him was severed brutally. Saradomin found himself stumbling out of the portal into the room on his knees, his mind shrieking in pain. He glanced up through blurred eyes at the bed, a blazing furnace. Zamorak laughed.

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"You're too late, my brother." He grabbed Bydor's shoulder, then glared at Theios. "I'll deal with you after this is over..." he snarled. Then, clutching Bydor, the flames sprang up and took them both away.

Saradom stared at the bed. He could hardly see. He drew on some of his magic through the staff, managing to put the flames out. He knew, though, that he couldn't save Logaen.

The sheets were charred to black and between the ashes of flesh and bone trickled dark scarlet blood, dripping to the floor in time with Saradomin’s tears. And so the young Chosen lay on his deathbed, and Theios watched as the god of Order shamelessly wept for the boy.

~ End of Chapter ~

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