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\±/ (Story Part 2 : Crusaders Of Truth) \±/

Chapter 16
Lost Again
Dekker had built up the strength to leave the hospital, but something was keeping his back. Martin and Dekker had been talking for awhile, and Dekker felt as if he was missing some vital piece of the puzzle, a piece he felt, Martin held.
“Why did you go to the Museum that day?” Dekker asked casually.
“I work there, or… at least I would have… that was my first day…” Martin replied,
There was a brief pause, and then Martin started up again-
“Did you hear? About the mystic, he was dead, before the fire.”
“The Mystic?”
“Yeah, an expert on ancient things and magic’s, he was murdered.”
“Did you know him?” Dekker felt a very strong interest all of a sudden.
“No, well you see I found this… well actually…”
“What?” Dekker said, eyes wide open like a child hearing his favorite story,
“I think it’s a Zarosian artifact, and I wanted to ge-…”
Dekker cut him off
“Zaros! ... Zaros?! ... THE Zaros?”
“Well yeah, some ancient god or something”
“Let me see it!” Dekker said, shoving his hand in front of Martin.
“I don’t have it with me; they must have taken it when we were admitted to the hospital.”
“Alright then.”
Dekker sprung up, his legs ached, he hadn’t used them in awhile, but he walked fast none the less, he went to the nearest nurse, and grabbed her shoulder.
She turned around, Dekker was caught off guard, she was beautiful.
“Excuse me” Dekker said, trying to seem calm.
“Do you happen to know where they put my friend’s and my clothes?”
“They should be in the temporary storage room, its downstairs, labeled ‘Room A33’ but you’ll need a key.”
“Where can I get one?”
“Well we don’t usually give patients keys, there’s a lot of people’s stuff down there.”
“Please, it’s urgent.”
“I’m sorry, I cant make that decision, you can go talk to the hospital manager, he’s upstairs, room B45.*
*Thank you.” Dekker limped off in a rather un-flattering manor, but impressing the nurse was not his main priority.

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After about half an hour of filling out forms, Dekker had they keys. He opened the room, to find piles of label-less boxes and clothes.
“Damn…” he whispered, and then began tearing each box open and looking inside.
CHAPTER 17
Beginning of the Purge
The old man sat in a cell, the guards were all gone. They had gone to try and bring order after the fire.
All things happen for a reason, the old man thought.
With care and concentration, he used his skills in magic to levitate the keys over to his cell. He walked out of the building as confident as ever, completely unshaken by his arrest.
He hobbled off to the rune store, determined to complete what he had come here for.
CHAPTER 18
Leaving… Today
Martin laid in his cot, bewildered by Dekker’s strange actions.
As he turned on his side, the door swung open, it was Dekker, his face red and his eyes wild.
“Is this is!?” Dekker said in what to Martin, sounded like a crazed voice.
“Yeah, but, Dekker… what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, what do these words say?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I went to see the mystic, I was trying to tell you but yo-“
“Is anyone else who can read this?” Dekker cut him off again.
“I don’t know, I’ll contact Mr.Halen tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? Why not today?”
“Its like 8 o’clock at night, he’s probably at home, or still dealing with the aftermath of the fire, we cant jus-*
*Yeah ok your right, we need to go talk to the superintendent of Varrock, see if any citizens know who to read this.”
“Why?! Why cant this wait?”
Martin said, a little annoyed.
“It just can’t, get up.”
“No, they haven’t even bandaged my scars, and I’m not goin-“
Dekker grabbed Martin’s arm and practically dragged him off the cot.
“Ow! Ahhh! Wait!” Martin yelled.
“Apathy doesn’t win wars.” Dekker said.
“Wars? What are you talking about, wars?” Martin wined, confused.
Dekker said nothing, and took Martin forcibly out of the room.

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In the Hospital lobby, the sight of two men in robes, one with blood on his, one pulling the other, was apparently not common, a doctor stepped in front of them and ordered they stop.
“Where are you going? Your not supposed to be released until tomorrow.”
The doctor said in a stern voice.
“Were leaving, were fine.”
Dekker said, equally forceful.
“No! WE are not fine!” Martin said in a pleading voice to the doctor.
“YES, WE are FINE.” Dekker said, tightening his grip on Martin’s arm.
“Look, you cant go until tomorrow, that’s that, if you want a early checkout, see the manager, but the paperwork will take you until tomorrow to complete, and there’s a fee.”
Dekker took a step forward in defiance.
“Stop it, or I’ll have you arrested sir.'' The doctor ordered.
Without thinking, Dekker punched the doctor square in the face, then leaned over him and whispered:
“That looks bad, you probably won’t want to leave until tomorrow…” in a sarcastic tone, and left with Martin.
“Are you insane?!?!” what the hell was that?!?!”
Martin gasped as they exited the hospital.
“That was efficient; we couldn’t go; now we can.” Dekker said, almost proud of himself.
“You knocked out a doctor!”
“Yes.” Dekker said.
“What do you mean yes?!” Martin demanded.
“I mean yes, I did.” Dekker replied.
Martin’s eyes went wide and his face developed a blank look, “I’m with a madman.” He thought.
They walked on in silence, Dekker’s hand still around Martin’s arm.
CHAPTER 19
Preparation
“Damn it! Just tell me where he is!”
Dekker had been trying to get this woman to answer his question for about an hour now.
''Sir, for the last time, I cannot give out that information. You will have to wait until tomorrow for the superintendent to come in.”
Beth Winstock was a short, thin, woman with the social skills of a barbarian. She had worked for the superintendent for almost 2 years, and never had anyone given her such trouble. This guy would not give up.

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“Can you contact him?” Dekker said, in a sort of sarcastic kindness.
“Yes, I’ll go do that now, I’ll wake up the second most powerful man in Varrock so you can find someone to read your stupid trinket!” Beth was losing her temper.
Martin stood outside the office, contemplating if he should try and run away from this crazy man.
“Well let’s see… if I move to Falador… I could probably enlist in the white knights, and then, yes, they’d protect me.” Martin mumbled to him self.
“No no no! You’d throw it all away! You’re in Varrock for a reason.”
Martin sighed; he’d forgotten the museum was no longer there again.
“Why now? Why did it have to burn NOW? Why couldn’t I have had a week, just a week, of my dream of working there!?”
Dekker veins were bulging; this woman’s attitude was starting to tick him off.
“Sir, if you don’t leave now, I’m going to call the guards.” Beth had had enough.
“NO! Just tell me, look I don’t have anything on me-…”
“I’ll say!” Beth interrupted; Dekker had forgotten he was in his open back hospital robe.”
“What I mean is, you know…” Dekker said
“No, I don’t.”
“A bribe, a BRIBE, JUST TELL ME! I’ll come back with a grand, all coin.”
Dekker said in a rushed and angry voice.
“Do you realize that I’ll lose my job if anyone found out? I make three and a half K GP a day, why would I risk that for a grand. I’m calling the guards.”
“You can’t!”
“Why not? You wanted for annoyance charges?”
Beth said, amusing herself.
“Stop her.” A chill ran down Dekker’s spine, it was the whisper.
“STOP HER!” the voice raged.
“I…ggghhh…naaa…” Dekker tried to fight the sudden rush of adrenaline.
“Come quickly!” Beth yelled.
It happened to fast for Dekker to process, blood ran down his arm, and Beth fell to the floor, a quill in her neck.
Dekker burst out the door towards Martin.
“We have to go… NOW!''
''What?” Martin said, startled.
“NOW!''
Dekker grabbed Martin and ran off.

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CHAPTER 20
Setting the events in motion
The old man put his withered hand on the door handle. The time had come.
Just as he turned the handle, two men burst into the alley wearing nothing but hospital gowns.
“Are you boys lost?” the old man said in a bone chilling whisper.
“No* well yes, can you help us?” Dekker said.
“Are you completely insane? This guy looks creepy, why are you talking to him?” Martin spat out.
“Well I may be able to, what do you need?” the old man said.
“Directions.” Dekker said, surprised that the old man actually meant he would help them.
“I don’t know many directions; I can only show you truth.”
Martin rolled his eyes, this guy was nuts.
“Who can read ancient languages in this town?” Dekker asked.
“Strange you should ask, there will be one less of them tonight.”
The old man said. He then revealed a dagger.
Martin’s face turned whiter than paper.
“What are you doing?!” Dekker yelled.
“Setting the events in motion, it is time.” The old man said.
“Wha... Who are you?” Dekker spat out.
“My name… is Farkreie, but you do not know who I am, or what I have been.” Said the old man.
He then took a deep breath, and said,
“My master… is Zaros.”
Dekker stood speechless, unable to breath.
“Z…Zaros…” he exhaled.
“You know of him? Many have forgotten his name.” the old man said.
“I… he… I need someone to read this, its Zarosian.” Dekker said, and then regretted it; perhaps the old man might take it from him.
“Fear not, if you are a friend of Zaros, you are my friend. Perhaps my target may live one more night, bring the stone to him.” The old man said.
“Where is he?” Dekker asked.
“Right through this door, follow… friend.”

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Dekker took a step forward, but Martin did not move. Dekker pulled him, but Martin dug his feet in.
“Forget it.” Martin said.
“I’ll let you go, but I keep the stone.” Dekker said.
“Sure! Ok! Wait…” Martin felt the strangest feeling. He wanted nothing more than to get away from these people, but at the same time, something deep inside him would not give up the stone.
“I’m coming.” Martin said. He shook his head, what had he got himself into.

Inside the small building, a man sat reading.
“Hello! Welcome to Aubury’s Rune store!” the man said as he got up.
“Sit, we are not here to shop.* The old man said.
“Very well, what are you here for then?” Aubury asked.
“This” Dekker said, placing the purple stone on Aubury’s desk.
Arbury jumped in his seat “Do you know what this is!?” he exclaimed.
“Well, We’re about to find out.” Dekker replied.

CHAPTER 21
Uncovering
Aubury had been studying the stone for a while, never speaking once.
“Do you know anything about it?” Dekker broke the silence.
“Do I? Oh yes, this… this is a key! A key to the sleeping army!” Aubury exclaimed.
“Are you sure?” the old man said.
“Yes, you see right h-“ Aubury started, but was cut off by Dekker.
“Wait, what’s the sleeping army?” Dekker asked.
“Silence, let us talk.” The old man said, suddenly very interested in what Aubury had to say.
“Read me the inscription.” The old man ordered.
“Uh… yes… ahem… ‘Only he who is called shall know the time… Only then will the gate to the sleeping army be unlocked… Only then will the Ancient One rise once more.”
“What dose it mean?” Dekker demanded.
The two old men ignored him.
“Where did you learn to read that?” The old man asked.
“Wait! Before I talk to you anymore, I have told you my name, now what is yours, and how did you get this.” Aubury said, obviously taking a lot of courage to do so.
“Very well, my name is Farkreie.” The old man said.
“Farkreie… THE Farkreie?… get away from me! Get away!” Aubury screamed.

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“No fool! I’m not here to hurt you; you are of to much use to me now!* Farkreie said.
“Stop! I demand you both tell me everything!” Dekker yelled, fed up with being left out.
“Boy, if you want to know everything, you must pledge yourself to Zaros.” Farkreie said.
*Ok.” Dekker said, not really fully committed, but curious.
“I am Farkreie, servant of Zaros, I watched my lord die long ago. With the last of his power, he gave me eternal life, until I can raise him once more. This is my goal, my purpose and my life.” Farkreie said.
“Are you telling me, you lived in the 2nd age? Really? I’m not stupid.” Dekker said, annoyed Farkreie was messing with him.
“You have no imagination, there are powers greater than you can imagine, your rules do not apply to the gods, and I am the servant of a god.” Farkreie said.
“He is a murderer, a cold hearted killer! A demon!” Aubury burst out.
“What?!” Dekker said, in a confused state.
He was getting tired of knowing nothing about anything these men were talking about.
“He has done things… you can’t imagine… horrible things.” Aubury said, his face full of dread.
“Silence fool! You will never know the horrors what I’ve seen, what’s compelled me to so such things! I’ve seen cities fall, thousands of innocents die. I’ve seen Zamorak walk across the battlefield, flames leaping from the earth, hate swallowing all pure life around him. I’ve seen men put up their lives to defend their families, only to be swept by the blaze of evil brought forth by these gods! I curse them! They have let my race die! They killed the true god of this realm; they took what was rightfully his! And now, I will bring it back to him, glory to Zaros! Glory to the ancient one!” Farkreie yelled, he stumbled across the room, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fell to the floor.

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Martin was in shock, he silently said a prayer, he was not religious, but moments like this could make any man drop to his knees, “Saradomin, keep me safe, let me be free from these people, Saradomin!”
“Raaaggghhh!” Farkreie rose from the floor, “Do not speak that name!”
Farkreie rushed towards Martin, and Dekker grabbed him, with all his might Dekker brought the old man to a halt, but the old man was surprisingly strong.
As Farkreie relaxed, Dekker looked up to see a horrifying face, it looked like a skull with skin stretched across it. “What are you!?” Dekker yelled.
Aubury got up, and looked at Dekker straight in the eyes, “He is a Mahjarrat, an enemy of humanity.” He said.
CHAPTER 22
Instructions
“I am no enemy of humanity!” Farkreie shot back.
“You fools don’t even know your own history!” Farkreie spat out.
“There was a time when the humans and the Mahjarrat lived together in peace and prosperity! A time before Zamorak or Saradomin, a time when all creatures gave praise to Zaros, ruler of Gielinor.” Farkreie proclaimed.
“But Saradomin and Zamorak are eternal.” Dekker said.
“Do you believe what they tell you? I will tell you the truth, there was a time when Saradomin and Zamorak were Mahjarrat-“ Farkreie started, but was cut off by Martin.
“Impossible! Saradomin is no Mahjarrat!” Martin yelled, and for the first time in his life, found himself defending Saradomin.
“Mahjarrat are masters of disguise-“ Farkreie began to speak again.
“No! Saradomin is-“ Martin yelled, but Farkreie cut him off.
“Silence! I will speak!” Farkreie thundered.
Martin said nothing.

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“Ehem… yes, as I was saying, Zamorak and Saradomin were Mahjarrat, each hungry for power. They allied and plotted to take down the god of the realm, Zaros. When they succeeded, Zamorak wanted all the power for himself, so Saradomin lied and said that they must punish Zamorak for what he had done, neglecting to tell that he had helped Zamorak, so Saradomin became the good guy, and Zamorak was looked upon as evil. Zamorak and Saradomin are closer than you might think. Later, this struggle for power came to its zenith, and the god wars erupted. You must understand, do not listen to everything you hear, often, the truth is far from what’s accepted.” Farkreie took a breath as he finished his speech.
“I still don’t understand, what’s with the stone?” Dekker asked.
“Wait!” Martin cried out, “You believe all this Dekker?”
Aubury turned to Martin, “He’s right, it’s all true.” Aubury said with a sigh.
“How do you know?!” Martin yelled.
“I studied ancient languages and magics when I was young, and over the years put all the pieces of the story together, this Mahjarrat speaks the truth.” Aubury explained.
“But-“ Martin was cut off by Dekker.
“Be quiet Martin!” Dekker shot out.
“The stone is a key, to wake Zaro’s sleeping allies, Mahjarrat in a state of hibernation, waiting for their master’s call to rise again and reclaim Gielinor for Zaros.” Aubury said.
“If your so ancient, why couldn’t you read the stone?” Dekker asked Farkreie.
“That language is young compared to my native one; it is an early human language, dating to after the time of the Mahjarrat rule.” Farkreie said.
*Ok, Wait!” Dekker said, “What does this have to do with me?” Dekker asked.
“Boy, it is your destiny, Zaros has called upon you, you must open the gates of the sleeping army.” Farkreie said in a solemn voice.
“My…what…me?” Dekker stuttered.
“The time has come.” Farkreie said.

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CHAPTER 23
Revealed
“You heard Zaro’s call; I can see it in you. We always new he would choose someone to be his hand in this realm, I never expected a human.” Farkreie said.
“No! This is insane!” Dekker yelled.
“Listen to me! We do not have time for you to play this game, you MUST open the gates, you WILL open the gates!” Farkreie shot back.
“I…” Dekker tried to speak, but he felt light headed.
“Listen boy!” Farkreie grabbed Dekker, and up-close, Farkreie’s face was even more terrifying. “You may go, and you will never have to deal with this again, but it is very clear, who Zaro’s chooses, is the only one who can open the gate, you MUST at least open the gates first!” Farkreie throated in Dekker’s face.
“Leave him alone!” Martin stepped forward, grabbing Farkreie by the neck.
“Do… Not… Touch… Me… FILTH!” Farkreie screamed, and threw Martin across the room, crashing into a bookcase.
Dekker raised his fist to strike Farkreie, but suddenly, he could not move.
“ENOUGH!” a voice boomed, coming from all directions.
*What was that?!” Dekker yelled.
Aubury fell to the floor, praying loudly.
A shadow covered the room, slowly it took shape, and a figure stepped forward.
“Saradomin save me!” Aubury cried, and then his body shook, as if he was being grabbed by an invisible force. Aubury dropped to the floor, lifeless.
The figure came into full view, it looked like a body made of smoke and shadows, whips of darkness flowing off it, like dust in the wind.
“Enough…” the figure said again, softly.
“My faithful, you have severed me well, however I must intercede, for we haven’t much time.” The figure said, looking at Farkreie.
Farkreie was speechless.

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