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~-~ Chapter 11 ~-~


Theios glanced at Saradomin. "What do we do now?" he asked hopelessly.

Saradomin didn't hear him. He just stared in shock at the bed, remembering the joyful young boy had watched from the Heavens for so many years. He had Chosen Logaen from the boy's birth, for it came not long after the death of his former Chosen. He knew the boy would be a worthy, loyal servant, deserving of the power he would receive. He knew Logaen would be fit to rule Falador someday, with a strong alliance to Varrock with his brother as battle commander.

He cursed himself for not being able to save Logaen. Saradomin knew what a Chosen's power was. They were able to channel the gods' powers, if to a more minor extent. This was what gained Chosens so much respect in the world -- they were nearly gods themselves. All those times Saradomin had saved Logaen and Saine as they hunted for his tomb, that had actually been Logaen, drawing on Saradomin's power. It might have worked this time, had Logaen not been sick.

"He was such a good boy..." Saradomin wept. His eyes blurred with tears.

"Saradomin," Theios murmured sympathetically. He rose from his seat to kneel beside the god. "Logaen was a wonderful lad. Now we have to avenge him. What do we do?"

Saradomin struggled for control of his emotions. He scrubbed the tears from his eyes. "Zamorak will make Bydor or Gerrick his chosen. They've likely gone to Varrock, then. I need a Chosen, then, to make it even. I have no high-ranking followers left, though, except commanders in the rebel armies. Saine is gone too." He glanced up, and his eyes settled on Theios, as if seeing him for the first time. Then he smiled.


In the castle in Varrock, Gerrick bowed hastily as his Lord appeared beside his desk. "Zamorak," he murmured. "May I ask why yer come to grace me presence?"

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"You haven't heard?" Zamorak replied, annoyed. "We're under attack, you fool. Saradomin is back. Theios is gone to his side. I caught Bydor here coddling Saradomin's Chosen, they were going to go into the desert and resurrect Guthix. I handled Logaen, however. Bydor is in his right mind now. I need you to observe the Chosen ceremony."

Gerrick paused, processing the information, then glared up as Bydor preened with pride and joy. "Him?" he asked incredulously. "Bydor? What abou' me?"

"What about you?" Zamorak echoed impatiently.

"I'm the one who brought yer back, if yer grace can be inclined to recall," Gerrick snarled. "'Twas me and Theios. Wha's Bydor done? Nothin'. Nothin' at all! All he's done is gone gallivanting around the desert to put yer back in yer grave! I put up with Theios to find yer and bring yer into power! Bydor's been a traitor once, sure, be it to the Saradominists, but who's t'say it won' happen again?" His words tumbled out in unorganized haste as argument after argument swam into thought.

Zamorak laughed and Gerrick glowered further. "My good, faithful servant," he consoled. "Are you sure you want all that power and responsibility? Wouldn't you rather just go back to your life as a thief? No running princedoms, just you and your true profession."

"Are yer deposing me?" Gerrick gasped. Zamorak shook his head.

"Only offering, my friend," he answered.

"Well yer guards catch any thieves. There's no thievin' no more."

"Ah, but I could tell the guards. They'd know you and let you go. You could be the amazing phantom thief! No one would understand how you did it! A whole charade, and you could be plenty rich!"

"No fun when there's no guards chasin' yer. Besides, I'd love bein' Chosen."

Zamorak stepped forward, flames springing up around his fists. "Let me put it simply, Gerrick. You are not going to be Chosen. Bydor is. And I need another Zamorakian to observe the ceremony. So, please, if you be so kind."

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Gerrick grumbled obscene under his breath. "Why I still serves yer in times like this be a mystery," he hissed through clenched teeth. "So be it. I'll observe. But isn't it normally a priest or sommat?"

"Just do it," Zamorak growled. Gerrick held up his hands. Bydor watched the entire scene, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small, triumphant smile.

"All right, all right!" He slid out of his desk chair and strode rapidly toward the door, twirling the excess cloth from his knotted bandanna around one crooked finger. He stepped into the hallway, the cold stone walls so bedecked with hangings and tapestries the gray was hardly visible, and trotted off. Zamorak and Bydor hurried after him. Down a set of spiraling stairs led them into Gerrick'* personal Zamorakian temple. Here, Zamorak took his rightful place as Bydor kneeled before him on the steps of the dais.

In the former Chosen ceremonies, the god would project an image of themselves down from the Heavens to appear present, though they would be speaking from above. Now though, they could be there in person.


In the small room in the Duel Arena, Theios knelt before Saradomin and clasped his hands. Saradomin remembered the last Chosen ceremony he had conducted, with Logaen. It had been just as he learned to talk, as soon as possible. It hadn’t mattered that his Chosen was barely a baby, there had been no need for him. It had been in the temple in Falador, with thousands of witnesses and the toddler’s proud parents standing watching.

This was much more improper, in a small chapel with no witnessess. No matter. He just had to imbue Theios with the power and they would be ready to fight Zamorak and Bydor or Gerrick.. Saradomin had no doubts that at this moment Zamorak was performing the same ceremony with his former servant.

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"Theios of Saradomin, you are here today because you have been Chosen to rise to a higher level in the ranks of your religion," he intoned. Normally this was spoken by the observant priest, but he had none.


"You have been Chosen to be the highest, most respected servant of your God. You will be their voice to the earth. You will be their hand in the world. Your heart will beat in time with theirs, and your lips shall speak their commands," Gerrick narrated shakily. Talking normally was an effort for him, but Zamorak had ordered him to try.


"With this position comes power. For you shall channel the magic of your god. Yet you must use this power only for the sake of your religion and in the name of the god. Do not use it in vain or for personal use," Saradomin added.


"You must devote yourself to your religion, for your life will never be the same. You must give your very soul to your beliefs. You can never take it back. Are you willing to devote yourself fully to your god and their cause?"


"I am," murmured Theios.

"And will you respect the power that comes into your hands and only use it for the sake of your god?" Saradomin asked solemnly.


"I will," vowed Bydor.

"Do you, then, accept the responsibility of being the Chosen of your god? Will you take on the role of being their voice, their spirit, in the land of Gielenor?"


"Yes." Theios took a deep breath. He remembered a ceremony long ago, when he had taken the same oaths to serve Zamorak. And he had broken them, for he had given up all responsibility to Zamorak only two days ago. He told himself that this time he would keep his oaths.


"We witness now the binding of two souls. You will be bound in body and in spirit. First, you must mix your blood, that your two bodies become one," Gerrick declared. He produced a long, wickedly curved scarlet dagger. Bydor proffered a hand.

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Gerrick took his wrist and placed the edge of the blade in his palm. Bydor closed his hand around the dagger, relishing the pain that cramped his fingers. Amazement that this was happening to him took his breath away. He could almost feel the power surging inside him.


Saradomin pressed the gleaming white blade into his flesh until he felt the hot blood leaking out. Theios reached out with his own quivering, bloody palm. Saradomin saw, beneath the new cut, an old scar, whiter than the rest of Theios' tan skin.


Together Zamorak and Bydor clasped hands in the chapel, Bydor reaching up from his knees and Zamorak bending down. Bydor was glad for the soft red carpet between his knees. He felt as though he might collapse. Gerrick stood to the side of him, a great tapestry depicting Zamorak behind him. Hate and jealousy glittered in his dark eyes.


"Now, we must bind in spirit. Repeat after me the holy words," Saradomin explained.


"Visma nara shafar er a'ili," Bydor chanted.


"Jish'raea, rak asar hu novak," Saradomin intoned. His voice was steady, level, each word the same tone as the last.


"Braak ethi'eza. Otya quad veris haran," Zamorak recited.


"Naera illiad haj zera. Krai'aver naesal," Theios droned the final sentence. A ring of whitish light burst into vision around him and Saradomin.


Zamorak watched calmly as the ring spun faster and faster, a buzzing, whirring noise filling his ears. How many times had he performed this ceremony? Thousands, surely. He smiled. He knew Bydor would be perfect for the job. Bydor could kill Theios, he could kill Saradomin, and he would win. He had no doubts Saradomin had been forced to make Theios his Chosen. His poor brother had no one else left.

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