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Chapter 7
Birth of a Prophet.
The beer tasted better than anything he had ever had, after working in the sun Martin was so glad to be in his new apartment. It had a nice view of Varrock square, and it was even closer to the museum then he pictured. The sun had set long ago, and out on his balcony Martin watched the Royal palace light up. “I bet the king never worked a day in his life” he mumbled to him self, in Martins mind, Monarchy was a thing of the past, elected leaders would soon take their place. But it did*’t matter his work at the Dig Site was over, and tomorrow he was to arrive at the museum and report to the director early, before the museum filled up with visitors. Why would people look at such old things? Answers are not in the past but in the future, surely people should understand that. Nothing but dirt, that’s all the past is, he thought. Each day is a progression with age filled with new thoughts, the future was ahead, the past meant nothing. He would soon learn just how wrong he was.
He lay on his bed, he knew he needed sleep, but he was so excited he couldn’t close his eyes. He let his mind roam, he remembered the strange object. What could possibly make the captain so excited? Or was it excitement? It seemed a bit like fear… Over the next couple of hours, he pondered it, and then he could take it no longer. He got up, put on his coat, and stepped into the midnight air; he was going to find the answers to his questions.

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Chapter 8
Darkest before Dawn.
The hooded figure shuffled through the shadows, he had to stay hidden. There was once a time when he would have challenged all the guards, and over power them, but that time had gone. He was just an old man now, but soon, his lord would restore him. He walked down a long alley, at the end he saw a lit up window, peering inside, what he saw made him hiss with anger. A small, crudely made alter to Zamorak, but he mustn’t act on his anger, they will pay soon enough. He walked across the torn up path, here was his destination. A small circular building behind the Varrock East Bank, a rune store, the man who owned it was said to have knowledge of the ancient arts, knowledge that must not fall into un-worthy hands, he would make sure of it. He turned the handle, but as he expected, it was locked. There was no time to waste; he threw his old rickety body against the door. It creaked open, I have not lost all my strength, he though. The sound was just enough to wake a near by guard, asleep at his post. He sprang up, they had already had one to many accidents recently, he grabbed 3 other guards and went to investigate, and upon their arrival they saw the man.
He fit the description of the intruder that killed a guard last night. The old man clenched his teeth, he had been found. No use putting up a fight, he let them drag him off to a cell, his lord would intervene, that he was sure of.

Chapter 9
Illuminating the Shadows.
Clash! His sword hit his opponent’s blade at full speed. A young Martin Vivec lowered his arms and rubbed the ache of constant swinging. “Harder! Faster! You don’t win wars with half hearted soldiers! Fight like a man!” the Sergeant barked at Martin. Martin, only 8 years old, had begun his training, in the warm Falador air his body was pushed to its limits. Since 6 A.M. he had been fencing with Sir Kenrath, the Master Sergeant of training.

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“I can’t take it any more!” Martin wined. “Your pathetic, you father should be ashamed!” the Sergeant said in a mean, almost teasing tone. *Hit me! C’mon Martin! Hit me you weakling!” he teased. Martin dropped his sword and turned away. *Hit me! Hit me!” the sergeant face turned red, then without warning the sergeant swung is sword and ripped a massive cut up Martin’s back.
Martin hadn’t felt anything on his back in years; now in the cold night air he felt an ache on his scar. He was about 500 feet from the Dig Site gate. He squinted to try and see any sign of movement in the research center. He saw no one, he put one hand on the cold iron gate, and it creaked open. He shot his head around, but there wasn’t a soul anywhere near here that could hear it. He ran lightly passed the giant vase in front of the center.
As he neared the building, he realized just how foolish he was being, why am I doing this? He could come tomorrow and ask if he could see it. Still he felt strangely compelled to do it. He slid up the window glass, and reached his font foot in, the floor was farther down then he thought. He arched his back and stepped in. It was dark and Martin could barely see 10 feet in front of him. He grabbed a candle and lit it with the small gas lantern out side the window. He had never really looked around in here. The room was large with many book shelves; he walked over to the captain’s desk, and reached for the handle.
The door slid out, all he saw was a few notes. He searched all the doors in the desk, but found nothing of interest. Suddenly a chest marked ‘New Finds’ in a corner caught his eye, he ran over to it. He lifted the lid, but saw nothing resembling the purple object. Now he was even more curious, why would the captain examine this first, what was so urgent? He went back to the desk, and in plain sight he found a note he had not seen in his previous search. He read the title ‘To Mr. Troben'.

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that’s strange he thought, Grant Troben was the head mystic researcher at the Varrock museum. He often worked with Arbunery at the East Varrock rune store. What would an archeologist want with a mystic? He opened the letter carefully, making sure he did*’t tear the paper.
*Dear Mr. Troben, I have come into possession of an object I’m sure will mean more to you than it dose to me. Please tell no one, I think this is the find of the century. It’s Zarosian.
-Sincerely,
Dig Capt. Jacob Falter.”
Zarosian… Zaros… this was his item. Where? Where was it? The envelope was still heavy. Martin turned it upside down and a key fell out. He recognized it; it was the “secret” key the students talked about. According to the rumors, some sensitive items were held in a locked chest. Martin did*’t see any chests, but he saw a key hole in the desk. Martin stuck it in, and heard a click. A small flap swung open, reveling a box about the size of a dagger. He opened it, and there it was. It had been put together with cement paste. He laid it on the desk and looked at it in the candle light. Clearly he saw 5 words in a strange language.
The Mystic must know what this meant. He slipped it in his pocket and ran to his apartment. The next day he arrived at the museum, went to the mystic’s office and opened the door. What he saw shocked him, blood all over the floor. The Mystic was dead.

Chapter 10
Revelation

Dekker stared at the Father Septimis. With one Image, his whole world had changed. Everything he had devoted his life to was a lie. Saradomin was the light; he fought to destroy Zamorak and evil. He was the true god, the eternal god. This was all a LIE.

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The picture on page 177 was a well known work of art, “The Final Beginning.” A depiction of Zamorak slaying Zaros painted by a witness to the event, and a Zamorakian follower. What was not known to many is that this painting had a missing side. In the 3rd age, Cavon Rax, a Zamorakian priest, cut the picture in half, displaying only Zamorak. Now Dekker saw the whole original piece. Zamorak Killing Zaros, on the other side, helping Zamorak, stood a bearded figure. It was Saradomin.
Chapter 11
First Death of the New War.
Martin stood breathless. The scene before him was too much to bear. Blood covered the carpet, the mystic laid on the floor with a large tear in his shirt. Martin slowly creped back out the door. He walked quickly down the stairs, taking deep breaths, still trying to recover from the unexpected shock. By the time he reached the front desk he was jogging. “I… There’s…follow me…” The young girl at the desk looked bored; she reluctantly followed Martin up the stairs, over to the office. Martin stopped, not sure what to do, then pointed in the door. The young girl peered in and let out a blood curling scream.

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Chapter 12
Fire of the Ignorant.
Haig Halen, 52, sat in his study. The scream of a woman had just awakened him. He had fallen asleep after a long night of reading. Haig was never one to go to bed early, especially after he had become the Curator of the museum 11 years ago. The books in the main study could keep him busy for the next age, or two. He loved nothing more than this room, full of wisdom and insight; he could stay in here forever. However being head of a public museum, he had other duties. One of which was finding the source of that annoying scream. It was an overreaction, he guessed. Most things these days were. If people could see the grand battles of the 3rd age, or the secrets that lie hidden even today, they would see that their minor everyday problems were quite insignificant. He yawned, and rose from his plush carved recliner. As he walked into the lobby people were running about. Haig rolled his eyes, what now? Apparently most people did*’t realize this was a museum, not a playground.
His assistant ran up to him “Sir* there’s been an incident.”
“I should say so! Look around you! What’s going on!?” Haig said in a demanding voice. “Sir, The Mystic, Troben, he’s dead.”
“Dead!? What do you mean dead!? How? Why?”
“Well sir, he was murdered.” The assistant spoke slowly, as if to lessen the blow of the news by distributing it slowly.
“Well, Isn’t this a great way to start the week.” Haig Strode off to the office of Troben. This ‘incident’ as his assistant had ignorantly put it would cost the museum millions in GP. Their state funding would be cut, and this would be a publicity nightmare. Haig never really cared for Troben; he was a quiet man who never contributed much to the museum. Heck, in Haig‘s eye, this ‘Mystic’ had no place in a institution of learning, much less the greatest museum in all of Misthalin.
"Mister Halen!” a man yelled.
“Not now!'' Haig shot back.

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Sure enough the Mystic was dead. The scene was more gruesome then he had imagined. The murderer had stabbed the Mystic three times in the chest, and apparently dragged him a few feet, leaving a trail of blood.
Haig turned around to call in his assistant, but as he looked down the hallway no one was there. He strode over to the staircase to look down into the lobby. It was empty except for a guard calling orders. People were standing out side, guards yelling everywhere. “Great…” he mumbled, “What now...?''
Haig ran out side and saw a fearful scene.
Guards re-enforced the east gate. An officer was sending people away, telling them to get to their homes. Then he heard a crash like thunder. The East gate shook, whatever was out there wanted in. Guards rushed to hold the gate. The wooden beam snapped, and the gates broke open. What he saw rendered him breathless. Hundreds of men carrying torches wearing red robes, he peered closer. No! It can’t be he though, they were Zamorakians.
A fight broke out among the guards and the intruders. The path turned red with blood. Haig stood motionless, too shocked to move. Then about 3 of the intruders ran to the left, threw their torches, and the Museum caught on fire.
“Stop!! What are you doing?!?” Halen yelled, but it was too late. The roof began to fall apart. Halen felt lightheaded, all that knowledge and research, years of work and priceless artifacts, going up in flames. These intruders obviously didnt want someone to see something in there. It must be a cover up. Halen was furious; these ignorant fools were destroying un-replaceable treasures! With only adrenaline fueling him he ran yelling towards the mob, but something stopped him; someone was going back in the burning building!

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Chapter 13
Ashes of the Past.
Dekker was acting only on adrenaline. He rushed into the burning building and swung his head around. He ran into the grand library, and grabbed as many books on Zaros as he could. The truth would not be lost in this fire. There were dozens of books on Zaros, none of them he had ever heard of. He wondered if perhaps the Father had hidden these books form him. But it didnt matter now, he had to get out.
As he ran into the lobby, he saw a man burst out of an upstairs door. The man looked shocked. Dekker yelled for him to follow outside, and the man began to climb down the stairs, but they collapsed; he fell hard to the floor. Dekker dropped the books, rushed over, grabbed him and ran outside.
Just as they exited the building; the roof collapsed in. He ran until he could run no further, the man began to feel heavy, and Dekker dropped him. Dekker collapsed on the ground; smoke pouring into his lungs. The man was still knocked out and Dekker didnt feel so good himself. He lay down and closed his eyes. Dekker saw a flash of light; a voice boomed behind him and said “You have failed me!” Dekker didnt know what to do. He turned around, but all around him was emptiness. He felt no sense of direction, no up nor down. He tried to run but he did*’t seem to be getting anywhere. In the black abyss the voice spoke once more “You have failed me.” Dekker yelled in terror, but no sound came out of his mouth.
His eyes shot open and he was lying in a hospital bed. Next to him the man from the fire had a big cut on his forehead, blood was running down his ear, a nurse ran up and bandaged it. But the hospital was obviously understaffed. Many were injured in the fire and lay on beds just like Dekker. Dekker could barely remember what happened, all he remembered was rescuing the man, lying down, and then the strange dream. Then he remembered, he had dropped the books; they had burned in the fire. I have failed, He thought.

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Chapter 14
The Meeting of Brothers.
Everything in Martin’s body ached. His head would so sore and swollen he could barely opened his eyes, and when he did the light burned. He began to cough, and his lungs burned.
When he fell down the staircase, he thought he would have surely died. All he remembered after that was blackness, and how he ended up in his hospital bed was a mystery to him. He tried to move his legs but they were tied to the bed. He looked down and realized there was blood all over his hospital robe.
The shock hit him, he recovered mentally after a moment, but the initial gruesome sight of his blood made him gasp. He caught his breath and rolled his head slowly sideways. He saw that next to him, the man who saved his life.
He recognized him immediately; his ice blue eyes were deep and striking. He opened his mouth to speak but his throat burned. His body began to wake up and he felt the full impact of his injuries. His mouth tasted like ash, and his lungs felt weak.
Martin lay for what seemed like hours. He was in to much pain to sleep, but the rest felt good. Finally the man next to him sat up right. His white hospital gown slid at the opening off his back. Martin cringed at what he saw, it was not a new injury, probably years old, but shocking none the less. The man had a scar on his right shoulder blade; it was about three inches wide and tall, and looked like a burn mark. Permanently singed into the man’s his flesh was the symbol of Saradomin. . .

The man turned and looked Martin directly in the eyes. His gaze made Martin’s heart rate increase.
"It hurt… a lot, if that’s what you're wondering.” The man said, he had noticed Martin looking at his scar.
“I… uh, no" Martin wheezed, his lungs still weak.
“Don’t worry; others like me are proud of it.” The man said in a calm voice.
“Are… you?” Martin said, coughing as he spoke.
“I was. . . once.” The man said, the kindness in his voice faded, and he turned his head away.

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Chapter 15
Intervention of Chaos
Far above the land of mortals, in another realm, Zamorak sat.
This had gone too far, he thought.
For too long he had sat in apathy, he had to act now.
Zaros was building power, both through humans and within himself.
Zamorak was never one to let things play out, he must stop this.
He must unleash chaos upon the world, he must make all mortals draw up arms and prove their allegiance.
Even in his angered state, Zamorak did not take what he was doing lightly.
Direct intervention would mean a war, but it was time…
Time to once again prove his might…
Time to crush his enemies…
Time for the second god war…
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>>>Part Two – Crusaders of Truth – STARTS ON PAGE 7<<<
(Part 2 - Starts on Page 7!)
Author’s Message: Hello, I hope you enjoyed part 1 of the story, and I hope you’ll stick around for part 2, and 3! Thanks for reading.
-Axr

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