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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 14 ~-~

Jed smiled. “I’d love to.” Guthix would restore peace.

"Yer don' really have a choice," sneered Gerrick, "but it's nice to know that we're in agreement. Come." He led the way bounding up to his chambers, where he grabbed his trident from where it hung on the wall. Then he threw open a drawer on his desk and produced two emerald rings. He tossed one to Jed, who caught it.

"Go to the Duel Arena," he ordered. Jed vanished in a blast of purple light. Gerrick followed a moment later. The sudden heat blasted over him, but he shook it off. He snagged Jed's arm and shoved him forward. Jed tripped over his robes into the sand.

"Please, my Lord, be gentle," he begged. "I won't run away. I do wish Guthix back to this earth." Gerrick rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He hauled the man to his feet, then jogged off. The heat of the sand stung his bare feet and tiny rocks scraped all over. Jed followed as fast as he could.

At last they reached the city of Al Kharid. Gerrick's entire body demanded water and rest, but he could not stop. He dreaded to think what was happening to his city in his absence. He must hurry. Jed groaned and threw himself toward the fountain, plunging his head under and slurping noisily. Gerrick grasped the back of his robes and tugged him up.

"No time for that. Clock's ticking," he snarled. Sweat poured down the monk's face and his eyes were squinting against the glare of the sun. He obediently followed as they headed for the Shantay Pass.

"Where are we going, my Lord?" he croaked between rasping breaths.

"Bydor said Guthix's Tomb is near the Kalphite Lair," he gasped. He skidded to a halt in front of the guards.

"Lord Gerrick of Varrock," he snapped. They recognized him and let him through.

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Gerrick and Jed dashed through the Pass and continued on a ways at this blistering pace. Finally Jed stumbled to a halt and collapsed on his knees, gasping for air. Gerrick instantly loosed his trident from its lashings and jabbed the monk in the ribs.

"Gerrup, **(c)mnit!" he shouted. Fear for his beloved kingdom made him feel like he had wings on his feet. Apparently the fool monk didn't share the same feeling.

Jed just shook his head firmly. "No," he stated flatly. "I'm tired."

"What?" Gerrick blurted. He couldn't contain his surprise at this sudden display of insolent attitude. "I said, gerrup!"

"No."

"I'll kill yer," the former assassin and current king of Misthalin growled fiercely. The monk only laughed. Gerrick was rigid with fury.

"No, you won't," the Guthixian chuckled, his tone of voice sounding like he was chiding a young child. "You need me. That puts us on my terms." Jed paused. "My Lord," he added, as a mocking afterthought. "Better late to save the city than never, don't you agree? I want to walk. We'll walk."

Gerrick's eyes bulged and his hands around the trident's black handle quivered. Finally, he swiftly relashed his trident and stomped his foot.

"Yer Guthixia(c)ns are a pain in the rear, you know that?" Gerrick grumbled. Jed just grinned and got to his feet, then started walking.

It was about an hour later when the rocks Bydor had mentioned to Gerrick came into view. "This is it," Jed breathed. His eyes shone with excitement. He couldn't resist breaking into a run to close the gap. He sprinted up to the rocks with Gerrick close on his heels.

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"Now what?" Gerrick asked.

Instead of answering, Jed knelt in front of the stones. To him they appeared to be a cairn atop a grave, a fitting marker for the tomb of Guthix. "My Lord Guthix, I pray that you would look upon your humble servant. The world needs your help for deliverance from dark times. I beg entrance to your tomb, that I may bring you back to help us."

Gerrick rolled his eyes at the fancy wording and gave a mental snort. Then, suddenly, the rocks quivered. Gerrick staggered backward in fear. "Wha' in all Hells?" he cursed loudly. A flare of green light shot into the air, then fanned out in the shape of some sort of creature. It had a head and torso, and the rest trailed off in a wisp of emerald.

"You beg entrance into Guthix's Tomb?" the genie echoed.

"Yes, please." Jed bowed his head. Gerrick watched intently. The genie's eyes narrowed and surveyed the pair.

"You, Jed, may enter. You are loyal to the Balance and Guthix and have been faithful for years. You are Balanced, and you may enter." Jed rose with a broad grin. However, the genie wasn't finished. "You, on the other hand, Gerrick of Zamorak, may not. You are not Balanced, and your entrance to the Tomb would ubalance his Lord's holiest spot. Unless you have a Saradominist of equal faith, you may not enter."

Gerrick stiffened. "So's I'm supposed to jus' wait out here?" he growled loudly. "No!"

"You have no choice," sneered the genie. Jed glanced at Gerrick.

"I will do as you asked, my Lord Gerrick, and bring him to you for Varrock," he assured him. The genie hissed something, and the rocks tumbled apart to reveal an opening into the earth. There were rough stone steps carved to make a way down. Jed stepped solemnly forward. Gerrick stood back, preparing himself for a long wait. When Jed vanished out of sight, the rocks mended, and the opening vanished entirely.

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Back in Varrock, Bydor prepared to attack Zamorak. Theioss’throat was tight with nervousness. Together the Chosens directed the battle closer to that of the Gods. Saradomin and Zamorak were arguing loudly, occasionally shooting spells at each other.

"Now," Theios ordered Bydor. Bydor closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then he brought his hands together and began to create a very large fireball. He pretended to direct it at Theios as it grew greater and greater. To keep up the act, Theios fired spells at him and appeared nervous as his death seemed more imminent.

As the blazing fire grew larger than him, then larger than a house, a bright beacon in the sky, Bydor debated just throwing it at Theios and finishing him off. But being a god...it was tempting. He would win and have peace. He had little desire to rule on Earth, but to be a god and have his own seat in the Heavens...He couldn't resist.

Below, the city of Varrock stared up as one. Zamorak was the only one who hadn’t noticed what was going on.

At the last second, he spun toward Zamorak's back and released the fireball. Time seemed to slow down and at the same time move incredibly fast. It appeared to happen so slowly, and yet it was over in a matter of seconds.

The flames spiralled through the air toward Zamorak. A great shadow fell over him, an orange glow cast across Saradomin’* white robes. He turned as he noticed the terrified look on Saradomin’s face and was confronted by a wall of orange, and then all went black as towering heights of fire engulfed his body. He was dead almost instantly.

His entire body turned to ash as the fireball exploded. Flames screamed in every direction, and in the space that was left skin and organs simply charred and flaked to the ground like rain. His bones were burned to black and tumbled downward.

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A sudden sphere of crimson light began drifting upward. It quivered and shook. "His soul..." Bydor breathed.

He mustered all of his strength into a jet of fire. It lanced from his hands up to Zamorak's spirit as it drifted back to the Heavens. The soul screamed with Zamorak's voice as the spear of fire shot through it, then the sphere shattered into thousands of pieces and vanished.

A single beam of red light zipped out from explosion and shot toward Bydor. It hit him squarely in the chest and he stiffened, as though in pain. However, his face was awash in a look of pure bliss and pleasure.

The beam shortened as it entered his body. Finally, it vanished altogether. Bydor relaxed and opened his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd shut them. He gazed down and flexed his fingers, feeling a new energy within him. This wasn't like the power of being the Chosen. This was stronger. His senses were heightened, his magic ever more powerful. All of the pain from his injuries disappeared.

It was the most wonderful feeling. The world shone with a new light. So this was what it was like to be a god, was it?

Saradomin was watching him with a terrified expression. "You - he - you - the light - spirit - godly - how?" he babbled, unable to put two words together. His face was the color of the ash that had been Zamorak's body, falling like snow from the sky to shower upon the city of Varrock.

Bydor stared straight at him and approached slowly. The God of Order held up his hands protectively. "No - please, don't hurt me!" he whimpered. He was too shocked to defend himself now.

Bydor shook his head. "The light," he said, "that was the spirit of Chaos itself, no? The spirit that rested within Zamorak and made him God of Chaos. Am I correct?"

Saradomin nodded mutely. Bydor smiled. "Good. Saradomin, I'm terribly sorry for your loss." His voice was coldly sarcastic. "Now, I am the new Lord of Chaos. And I offer you peace."

~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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