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Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 15 ~-~


"Peace?" Saradomin snorted loudly. "What's your idea of peace? I retreat like a good little order god back to Heaven and let you rule in 'peace'? No."

"No," Bydor echoed. "Real peace. Mutual peace. We both go back."

Theios watched the conversation with interest. He prayed Bydor would go along with what he was saying and not betray them both.

He debated trying to kill Bydor. It was very possible he could. But what would happen to the Chaos Spirit? It might go into him or Saradomin. It was impossible to kill.

"How do I know that after I was killed and gone to Heaven, you wouldn't go back on your word and take control here again?" Saradomin countered. "You Zamo--well, Bydorians now, although I guess you can't necessarily worship yourself...Chaos-lovers -- you're all alike. Unafraid to lie and betray."

Bydor laughed. "I have no desire to rule. None at all. I more like the idea of being worshipped, people WANTING me to rule, the idea of having my own Chosen, things like that. Bydor's Chosen. Bydorians. It has such a nice ring to it. No, ruling has no appeal to me. I served at Zamorak's side, I saw how much work it was. I'd rather sit back and watch from above, and enjoy my glory there.

I'm guessing you won't agree unless I 'go back' first? Going back being death, correct? How would be go about that? Suicide? Or would one of us do both deaths? Or Theios, or someone else like Gerrick?"

Saradomin said nothing. He was deep in thought. Theios had been listening silently for a time.

He judged this to be a good time to speak. "Saradomin, you must agree with his offer of peace. You have to rebuild balance. Your followers have been in power for over a hundred years. You must understand why the Zamorakians wanted to take control.

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"I was one myself, I know what it was like to live in fear of being executed if you were discovered. Bydor is offering balance! He never lived the life that I did, but he knows about it, and now it is on his shoulders to make things right for his people."

"I have another suggestion," Bydor said slyly. "What about the Spell? Zamorak exaggerated. The radius ends around Falador, I believe. All of Kandarin would be left intact. There are followers of mine and yours in Ardounge. Together they could re-colonize the east, in a balanced way."

"No!" Theios blurted. "You can't do that! It will obliterate everything! You're wrong!"

Saradomin scratched his chin. "Too much chaos," was all he said.

Bydor took a deep breath, thinking. "But Saradomin, I doubt we will be able to agree to anything else. We obviously don't trust each other to do it any other way. And do you really want Guthix to get involved? He is the only other way I see to restoring balance. I've read the histories. You hate him, hate his meddling, how he was always mothering you and Zamorak to restore balance. Come on. Let's show him that we're big boys now, that we can do things ourselves."

Saradomin nodded slowly. He knew Bydor had intentionally hit him where it would hurt him most, but it did make sense. A new god, a new beginning, he thought to himself. I don't need Guthix. He had always despised his brother and his preaching about balance. It made sense, but Guthix was a bore to deal with.

"Saradomin! Don't do this, please!" Theios begged insistently. But Saradomin wagged his head.

"I have to do this. Bydor is right, I've lived under Guthix's rule too long."

"This is about your pride?" Theios wailed. "What's more important? Your **(c)mned ego and blowing up the world or giving a little and keeping the Order?"

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"I've been 'giving a little' for over a thousand years, Theios," sighed Saradomin. "I'm going to do this. Bydor, did Zamorak tell you the Spell itself?"

"No," Bydor lamented. "You'll have to do it."

”Saradomin please, I beg you!”

Bydor laughed. "Silly little Saradominist," he sniggered in his head. "Come, Saradomin, let's begin. It takes quite a while to say it all, so I've been told."

Saradomin flew to Bydor's side. Saradomin place a hand on his shoulder and began to speak in a monotonous tone. "Saar at...nall...vargo a...torrer..." each word came slowly as Saradomin reluctantly began to speak the words. He hated this and wanted it to be over, but at the same time dreaded blowing up half the world. With each word, he could feel the air around him twist in response to the brewing magic. It was writhing, preparing to do its work. "Jessar..ikor...ol dara...mevere..."


Jed took the steps one at a time, breath catching in his throat with awe. The tomb was marvelous. Gold coins heaped the floor, along with statues, art, and weapons of all kind. It was very dark, but there was a light coming from the room beyond just enough to make it possible to see. Runes were carved neatly into the wall and accompanied by hieroglyphics that depicted the great venues of the Lord Guthix's life.

Jed left this room to stoop through a low door and into a second room. The walls were cold gray stone. A damp chill crept through the monk's body as he entered deeper into the earth.

This room was bare of everything but for a large marble coffin, just larger than the size of a man. Atop the speckled white stone was a staff. It was dark, rich mahogany. At one end of the staff was a carved ornament - two leaves. One was painted green and looked healthy; the other was painted brown and was slightly shrivelled.

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It was the sign of Guthix. The leaves represented his main force in the world, which was nature. The healthy leaf and the dead leaf represented life and death, opposite sides of the Balance. Jed's eyes locked upon it in awe. This was the famed Staff of Guthix, from which he drew his power.

Jed took three steps forward to the sarcoph(c)agus and grasped the wood in his shaking hands. The staff was cool to the touch. He then stood back and knelt before the coffin, both hands holding the staff out in front of him.

"My Lord Guthix," he murmured. "You answered my prayer at the entrance to your tomb. Surely you have seen what becomes of your world now. This was your creation, your craft, your handiwork. Now, we need your hand to save it. Gods and Chosens battle in Varrock and I do not know what has come to pass in the hours I have been away."

The ground heaved suddenly, sending Jed tumbling onto his side. He scrambled back to his knees and continued in a more rushed tone. "Now they call upon a force that must be dangerous, for I am sure that earthquake was caused by nothing other than their magic." It rocked again, and a few stones plummeted down from the ceiling. Jed struggled for calm.

"Please, give me the words that will unlock your tomb and give me the strength to put life once more into your body, that you may right the wrong that has been done."

Jed was silent for a moment, waiting. Then his mouth began to speak, unbidden by his mind. His voice was controlled by some other voice and he intoned, "Geris ir el farad nor, sephir al Guthix..."


In Varrock, the air itself began to heat in preparation for the Spell. Earthquakes heaved as pressure increased and in the Wilderness, a volcano erupted. Lava began to flow toward the city. Screams reached the sky above and the people began to flee as they saw the oncoming terror.

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All around the world, the magical energy was tweaked to attention and waited. People in Lumbridge, in Port Sarim, in Falador - they all felt it. It was like the calm before the storm.

"Kirs an...jeral...tal rah...av..." Tears streamed down Saradomin's face. He coudln't bring himself to say the last word.

Off to the side, Theios stood frozen on his cloud of air. His mind couldn't accept that this was happening, that he would die in less than a minute. 'This is all my fault...' he realized suddenly. 'Zamorak never should have been brought back to earth. It's not his place.' He wanted to weep at his foolishness. But he couldn't blame himself now, there was nothing to be done.

Saradomin's mouth worked wordlessly. "I can't..." he whispered into the air. "I can't!" His shining eyes turned to the sky, to the Heavens. Saradomin could nearly hear Guthix's voice, telling him to stop.

"Guthix..." he growled. He was filled with a renewed strength. He held back the tears and cried, "Av or!"

The air exploded. It crackled and popped, and fire burst out of nothingness. Saradomin, Bydor, and Theios all jerked and then fell limply in sudden death. The charred remains of their bodies tumbled to the ground amidst the bodies of innocent men.

All around the world, farther away than expected, fire swept the earth and killed. Nothing was left alive. Cities were reduced to nothing but ruin and ash, bodies were seared to destruction in seconds.

Two spheres of light - one pearl, one scarlet - rose high above Varrock. And as two spirits went up to Heaven, one came down.

Alone, out of the rubble of his tomb in the desert, Guthix awoke.

~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

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