Chapter III
Hyro stood up, blood trickled down his face from a cut above his left eyebrow. He was staring at Alexander's limp body. "Twenty-eight."
"Hyro!" Kyle came over to him, blood soaked in all his war-like attire. His muscles were strained, showing he had about used them to the limit. His two-handed long-sword was on his back, charred from battle. "Falador is yours."
Hyro still stared at Alexander's body. "Riku." He looked at the house in front of him. "Kyle, you did good my friend." He walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Come with me."
They both walked into the house, the chaos outside was cut off after the door was closed. The screams and fighting seaped in through the window, but the sound of each step Kyle and Hyro took rebounded through the room. Kyle turned to Hyro. "What are we-"
Hyro put his finger to his lips, looking at the floor. He took a few steps forward and then looked up, seeing a small door. Hyro gripped his sword. "Riku..." The word came out almost inaudible. Kyle took his sword with his right hand and held it ready for anything. Hyro knocked down the ladder and slowly climbed up.
He pushed the door open quickly and looked inside. The darkness replied with complete silence. Hyro gripped his sword tight and closed his eyes.
Outside of the blazing city walls a cloaked woman ran in the shadows with two boys by her side. They all ran, only Riku dared look back at what was once Falador, now a blazing city full of death and ruin. Tears began to flow like a small creek down his cheeks, but now was not the time. They reached a fork in the road and stopped behind some bushes. Raydense sat on a rock, she was panting and sweating. The red moon cast an eerie light that hit her face, revealing a pale and desperate woman.
"Raydense?" A voice was heard. "Psst."
She looked out and saw another cloaked figure. "Here." He came and hugged her. "Shall I take him?"
"...Yes." She began to cry. He grabbed Riku and took him away.
Hyro stood up, blood trickled down his face from a cut above his left eyebrow. He was staring at Alexander's limp body. "Twenty-eight."
"Hyro!" Kyle came over to him, blood soaked in all his war-like attire. His muscles were strained, showing he had about used them to the limit. His two-handed long-sword was on his back, charred from battle. "Falador is yours."
Hyro still stared at Alexander's body. "Riku." He looked at the house in front of him. "Kyle, you did good my friend." He walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Come with me."
They both walked into the house, the chaos outside was cut off after the door was closed. The screams and fighting seaped in through the window, but the sound of each step Kyle and Hyro took rebounded through the room. Kyle turned to Hyro. "What are we-"
Hyro put his finger to his lips, looking at the floor. He took a few steps forward and then looked up, seeing a small door. Hyro gripped his sword. "Riku..." The word came out almost inaudible. Kyle took his sword with his right hand and held it ready for anything. Hyro knocked down the ladder and slowly climbed up.
He pushed the door open quickly and looked inside. The darkness replied with complete silence. Hyro gripped his sword tight and closed his eyes.
Outside of the blazing city walls a cloaked woman ran in the shadows with two boys by her side. They all ran, only Riku dared look back at what was once Falador, now a blazing city full of death and ruin. Tears began to flow like a small creek down his cheeks, but now was not the time. They reached a fork in the road and stopped behind some bushes. Raydense sat on a rock, she was panting and sweating. The red moon cast an eerie light that hit her face, revealing a pale and desperate woman.
"Raydense?" A voice was heard. "Psst."
She looked out and saw another cloaked figure. "Here." He came and hugged her. "Shall I take him?"
"...Yes." She began to cry. He grabbed Riku and took him away.
16-Jul-2010 01:53:21 - Last edited on 16-Jul-2010 01:53:57 by Hyro Silver