All of a sudden, it got brighter. And I opened my eyes, but I was in a totally different area then I was at Port Sarim; it was all grassy and filled with abandoned shacks. I couldn't even move my body or my eyes, in fact, it was as if I was watching someone else live through my body. Then I heard a Scottish voice out of nowhere, "Too much chaos magic, we'll have to go around." I tried to look for this person, but I couldn't find him. Then, someone came out of the grass and shocked me, but not the person I was watching in the first person view. This person who came out of the grass looked like he was covered in grass himself, not a single pigment of skin to be found. Then, without warning, my arms reached for a grass covered crossbow, and my arms looked like they were covered in this grass too; I was in the body of my brother, Sirius. The Scottish man started to do a jog with his own grass covered crossbow, "Follow me, and keep low." My brother did as he was told, but then he started to feel sick, "Careful Sirius, there's pockets of chaotic magic all over this area. If you smoke too much, you're a dead man." My brother proceeded to follow this grass covered man, and he was ordered to stop, "Stand by Sirius, there's a two man patrol. Move slowly and stealthy, we'll be impossible to spot in our ghillie suits." My brother held up his crossbow at a red-robed monk, and fired at the head without a twitch. "Nice shot," the man then shot the other monk, without worry. I noticed another arrow appeared from inside Sirius' crossbow right when he made the shot, he didn't even have to carry an arrow pack, but he was carrying these strange boxes around him like a women's purse. "Three tangos inside the shack," said the man, then Sirius held up his crossbow again to fire through the window at the three monks, "Don't even think about it Sirius," then my brother lowered his crossbow again. They proceeded to a Zamorakian church where there was monks watching with staffs ready to kill.
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