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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 12 ~-~


Bydor stood and flexed his muscles, feeling the new magic in his blood. He was tempted to test it, to open his palms and see the flame shoot from them. Gerrick collapsed in a pew, muttering obscenities to himself.

Bydor clenched his fists and his mind touched the power. Fire ignited around his fists, engulfing them but not touching them. He didn't even feel the heat. He grinned.

Zamorak echoed the facial gesture. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked with a chuckle. "Come on, Saradomin and Theios will be here soon. Let's greet them, shall we?" He stepped back, then leapt forward off the dais. He never landed, instead floating upward on an unseen pillar of air.

"How do I do that?" he questioned of his master.

"Just imagine it, and its there," replied Zamorak. "Just like with the fire. The things that are capable of our power, you imagine it, and it is real."

Bydor emulated Zamorak by taking a running jump and imagined a cushion of air beneath his feet. He found himself drifting beside Zamorak with a widening smile. Gerrick clenched his fists and wished he could have fire around them now, if not to be displaying the power of the Chosen as his, then to be throwing it at Bydor.

"Come," Zamorak said, oblivious to Gerrick, and led the way out of the chapel, then out of the castle and into the streets. Together the God and his Chosen made their way into the sky. They scanned the city for signs of Saradomin and Theios.

"Brother," greeted a cold voice behind Zamorak. He whirled and cursed himself for being unaware and allowing himself to be taken by surprise.

07-Jan-2007 06:56:49 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2007 07:04:45 by Crystal Smee

Crystal Smee

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"Saradomin, what a pleasant surprise," he returned. He backed up a bit and caught Bydor's eye. Theios appeared from behind Saradomin, the pair floating on their own clouds of air. Theios' was a visible cloud of fog that swirled mysteriously around his feet.

"Indeed," Saradomin drawled. "So. Who's going to throw the first hit?"

Zamorak crooked a finger and Bydor drifted to his side. "Get him," he hissed. Bydor called fire to his aid once more.

"Traitor," he spat at Theios. As he opened his palms, the flames from each hand shot upward in two separate columns of fire. They slanted and melded thousands of feet above. Bydor realized that this was a beacon that could likely be seen for miles around. This marked the beginning of what he knew, somewhere deep inside of him, would be the final battle.

With a single thought, the flames launched downward toward Theios. The new Chosen seemed paralyzed, then he acrobatically rolled out of the way. His cloud drifted to the side and he landed back upon it with ease.

"And so it begins," Saradomin said softly. Zamorak had never heard so much anger, so much venom, in his brother's voice. He thought Saradomin soft, scholarly, always preaching about wisdom. Yet he thought back to other battles, when his brother had taken on a different side much like this one.

Order was not about peace, like he had always thought. Yet as he remembered his brief reign over the land, Chaos had not been entirely about war. That was what his followers thought. They were wrong, that he knew. Chaos was not about random killing, it was not about war. It was just a different way of ruling than order. He ripped these thoughts from his mind as he was forced to duck a blast of light from Saradomin.

07-Jan-2007 06:56:56 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2007 07:06:01 by Crystal Smee

Crystal Smee

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Was he getting soft? No. There was nothing wrong with thinking. Was he becoming like his brother? That, possibly. But hopefully, soon he wouldn't have that brother. He cackled softly.

"And so it begins," he echoed.

Seconds seemed to become hours as the battle began. Fire and light clashed in earnest, setting the afternoon sky ablaze with explosions. The citizens of Varrock crowded in the streets, eyes affixed to the sky and the battling gods.

Bydor and Theios drifted off to their own space. Bydor had created a flaming cage around the two, a large ball of crossing lines of fire. The two zipped around the cage, ducking and diving as blasts of energy shot back and forth. Each attempt that missed would hit the side of the cage and bounce back and forth until eventually it sputtered out. It created quite a sight, however, so many flares whizzing inside.

Theios flipped acrobatically around two jets of fire and one blast of his own that had come back, then placed his palms together and sent a discharge at Bydor. Bydor simply dropped down with ease.

Suddenly, he clasped his hands together. A sword cast of fire appeared, the cool onyx hilt clutched between his fingers. "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" he chuckled coldly.

Theios smiled back. His mind envisioned his own sword, made of the light that was the Order, and it appeared in his own hands. "Certainly." He bowed, as was custom of a duel. Bydor bowed briefly, mockingly, back.


Saradomin and Zamorak had already taken to close combat, their staves banging hollowly against each other as they struggled to hit their opponent. Saradomin had taken a hit to the eye. It was already blackening. A charred hole in Zamorak's robes showed where he had retaliated with a fistful of light energy. He twirled his staff nimbly between his fingers, using his other hand to deftly hit Zamorak where he could.

07-Jan-2007 06:57:00 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2007 07:06:16 by Crystal Smee

Crystal Smee

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Saradomin and Zamorak had already taken to close combat, their staves banging hollowly against each other as they struggled to hit their opponent. Saradomin had taken a hit to the eye. It was already blackening. A charred hole in Zamorak's robes showed where he had retaliated with a fistful of light energy. He twirled his staff nimbly between his fingers, using his other hand to deftly hit Zamorak where he could.

Zamorak was softly chanting a spell. It was an old spell he had learned long ago. It was very dangerous, and he had only used it once before. The effects had been devastating. But he knew he would need it now. He concentrated and prepared for it.

“Amor dera novak ---“ Then Zamorak paused. The spell was too dangerous. Besides, he wanted to play with his brother for a time, just to make things interesting.

Unfortunately, while Zamorak was contemplating his options, his brother swooped in close and stabbed him with a ferocious blast of energy right in the chest. His breath was knocked clean from him in an unelegant exclamation of surprise. Zamorak lost all control and tumbled from the sky. He began plummeting toward the ground, unable to see past the red haze that masked his vision. He struggled against unconsciousness as he fell.

Then he heard a deafening cracking noise. His brain woke up and realized that what was snapping was the roof of a building as he crashed through. He slammed face-first onto his stomach into the ground amid a cloud of dust and splinters. His ears dimly heard the shrieking of horses; he must have landed in a stable. Pain wracked his body. He won the battle with his consciousness, if barely, and glanced at his stomach where Saradomin had hit him. He half expected to see a hole.

07-Jan-2007 06:57:06 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2007 07:06:37 by Crystal Smee

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“Why, Zamorak, are you all right?” he asked innocently. “That looked like a nasty fall.”

Zamorak retaliated by sending a wall of fire toward his brother. It swept through the sky. Saradomin dropped down a few feet and it flew harmlessly over him.

“You’ll have to try better than that,” the God of Order taunted casually.

Zamorak refused to respond to the taunts. Grim-faced, he sent another wall toward Saradomin.

Saradomin floated in the air, casually dodging the blasts. Then he sat down on his little cloud and crossed his legs. He put his face on his fist and gazed at Zamorak with the innocent look of a little boy.

"You know, Zamorak, I thought Guthix and I taught you better. How did you let your guard down like that? Why, I nearly killed you! As it is, you look pretty beat up." Zamorak cradled his arm close to his chest and hunched over to protect his broken ribs. Breathing hurt. "But do tell me, what in all Hells caused you to falter like that? It's an insult to me, you know."

Theios, locked away in his cage with Bydor and beginning to sweat with exertion, struggled not to laugh. Saradomin's voice boomed over the entire city. Everyone was watching the battle, and now everyone heard the God of Order jeering at his brother. Saradomin's eyes danced with glee.

"I could kill you here and now, brother. Right now. With the very thing that made me falter, actually."

07-Jan-2007 06:57:12 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2007 07:07:00 by Crystal Smee

Crystal Smee

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Saradomin leaned back, dropping down a few feet to dodge yet another blast of fire. He didn't retaliate however, simply continued to stare at his younger brother with that innocent look. His eyes betrayed his guise as he too stifled his laughter. "Why, brother, I don't understand. And I do repeat, you'll have to try harder than that. Maybe you need this?" Out of nowhere he produced Zamorak's staff, twirling it around in his hands.

"Give it back," Zamorak growled, fighting the whine out of his voice.

"Ah-ah-ah. You know the saying, little brother. 'Finders keepers, losers weepers.' You dropped it. It's mine now. And I'm still confused," he added.

"The Spell," Zamorak hissed, knowing that Saradomin was faking. It irked him to no end that his brother was able to get under his skin. "If I was willing, I could obliterate you, me, and every other living thing from here to Ardounge."

~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

07-Jan-2007 07:07:21

Toady1

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okay, this has been great all 3 stories but i have a few bits of criticizing to do:

this is the personal stuff that i wanted in the story:

more (if theres gonna be any) guthix
knomes..most of the races are left out of it
theres more that i had thoguht of but i might update this later (sorry)

heres something that just isn't right:

zamorak whining! i meen cmon...hes the god of destruction and choas..i don't think he would be that broken up about lossing his staff. I think zammy would be evil enough to use his like super bomb spell right abotu now ..but that may be cleared up later.

(sorry about all that i meen you're a great writter.. i jsut wanted to put in some of my opinions) great job :D


edit: after reading some of your others im thinking of starting a story as well....probably not as long ..and might not have to do with runescape but..just look for amphibian productions. :P

09-Jan-2007 21:20:24 - Last edited on 09-Jan-2007 21:32:13 by Toady1

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