sephiroth_king

:-k Hmmmm....Weeeeeeeeeeeellll....Not...Um, bad. Er, Jagex kinda created a history already, and Saradomin created the earth and stuff. Don't get me wrong, this is your story, just saying. Zamorak is basically "The Devil," So how did he create stuff? If he were the devil, he would be manipulating people. Still, though, not bad.

Not exactly...True. TP is the best game out for the Wii so far. Unless you mean best multiplayer game, then no also. That would be Redsteel, especially the sword fights you can do! Although, Wii sports is a very, very fun game, and when in multiplayer, it would tie Redsteel. My Mii in Wii sports is a pro in almost everything (Baseball is my weakness right now). Some of my friends say "Horrid Animation," which angers me. Most kids in this generation are too obsessed with graphics like Oblivion, that they don't even want to play a game like Wii sports, or an old SNES game. These reasons are why Wii dominates the PS3 and the X-Box: 1) PS3 has great graphics, too many bugs. To me, PS3 is a sorry excuse for a PS2 with better graphics. 2) Anyone own an X-Box? OMG, fixing these things is like fixing a dell. They work, then break. Work, and break. Too many bugs, also. 3) Both of these systems...Have a sorry excuse for a library. I'm talking about games specifically made for the system. Halo's 1-3 are the only things individual for the X-Box, and Oblivion. PS3 (Might) have KH3, but it has competition: Wii. These reasons are why Wii dominates, and is probably one of the best systems for a long, long time.

Ya, actually, they are working on it, and will have the exerpt from it by mid year to the end of '07. Can't wait! If they do put it on the Wii, that would be a treat!

Hey, buddy, how 'bout searching IGN, or looking at the list of games that I put up, that are coming out for it in the future? Maybe that will help. And don't get me started about that poor excuse for a library that X-Box has, lol. PS3 is horrid, too. Now look at the list I put up. That's only a fraction of the games coming out.

Ummm...Okay... :?: I guess it's not that bad. But I have....How you would say..."Grudges" against stories with....Unoriginality. By meaning, it's obvious that you made the story based completely on Runescape, like using usernames and things like that. I mean, it would sound better if you made real names, instead of ones with numbers in them. And if an ice warrior was attacking a noob, then lol, you'd bet that noob would be gone in two seconds! But hey, keep trying, though. Prove to me that this story can be great! :D :thumbsup: Edit: Although, the name Xeryuslayer is great! :thumbsup:

the game:The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time :thumbsup: how old were you: 5 Years old where: My house One of the best games I've ever played. Not as great as TP, though! But hey, it kinda ties with it to me, since you can't beat the classics!

I reccomend Twilight Princess, Need for Speed Carbon, and Call of Duty 3. Although...I'd also reccomend these games that are coming out for the Wii in the future, just in case you have B-day money or spare money: Dance Dance Revolution: Hottest Party Metroid Prime 3: Corruption Soul Calibur 4 :thumbsup: (YA!) Super Smash Bro's: Brawl Mario Party 8 The Godfather: Blackhand Edition (YES!) Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles: The Crystal Beareers (OMG :D ) James Bond: 007 (Again, OMG) Prince of Persia: Rival Swords (TWO MORE OMG ) Scarface (FINALLY, "Say hello to my little friend!" Using the Wii remote!) All of these games listed above are OMG awesome. I reccomend them all when they are released. I'm getting them all! YA!

stop tormenting me!!!!!! :wall: Ya, I also have fantasies about all of the above. Really, stop tromenting the fans. :wall: :evil: :D Oh, and KH3 will have duel keyblades, and it will enable...Uh, shortcuts and stuff. According to some interviews, Sora's new drive form is different looking, and if they were making it for the Wii, aiming the spells and stuff are a 100% possibility. And, it's quite obvious, the Wii remote is the Keyblade. I'll provide a link to some in depth interviews later.

Lol, they would never put it on the X-Box 360. Many Americans confirmed this, as Square only has relashions (Don't care if I spell wrong) with Japanese companies, Nintendo and Sony both being so. X-Box 360 is American made, so you have a very, very, VERY slim chance for it being on it. But, they could make it for both the Wii and PS3, but the Wii, I think, would be way cooler. Although the PS3 has greaer graphics, well, so? The system itself sucks, I have to say, and everyone I know says they want a Wii, but their parents are refusing because they already spent enough money. But if they drop the price on the PS3, say 250-300$, and make the bugs in it go away, then I could see myself buying one if KH3 came out for it. But untl that day, I have my grudges against the PS3. Edit: I have a Wii, and love it...And my friends are jealous because I have one, and they all say it would be cool on the Wii because of the motion sensors that enable you to swing it. So I wanna swing the remote, as if I were swinging the keyblade!

Chapter 5: Into a War Long Gone Morning broke, as the others awaited Fienrir outside in the square, the bodies of the dead cremated, along with the mourners weeping over the sorrow of a lost one. The usual activity was going on; even the slightest wrong in a place like this can influence a sale in the cities. It angered Fienrir. But he knew they would clear eventually; after all, no one is here to buy, although through some terrorist experiences, there was. The blanket of twilight, which covered the sky, had been depleted of it's energies, and the sun was showing it's beautiful rays. "Fienrir." Llia said, as she walked over to Fienrir, a look of sadness on her face. "Are you okay? You seemed a bit---tense---before you went to bed..." "I'm fine. It's just...They actually believe...I thought that the scriptures said of a trust and belief in the Resvihaxianz, but I didn't think..." Fienrir stopped, his muscles started to tense, and his thoughts became clouded. "Listen...The scriptures said as they said, and those devout enough believe in you. I do. And the monks of the sanctuary believe, too." Even clouded in thought, Fienrir immediatly agreed with her. The others awaited the two, each doing something funny---Fargu was drinking an ale, but he drunk. Mellisa was keeping her cool, but she wanted to yell at Fargu, as Irenith paid no attention to either of them. And Gil---wait, were's Gil? "Were's Gil?" Fienrir immediatly declared out of thought, Llia looking for him vividly in every area. "Gil," Fargu said in a drunken manner, "That reminds me! I need to pick up my axe..." Fargu fell back. He'll feel that when he wakes up. Fienrir thought. "By the writers! Let me out! I'm not dead!" Fienrir looked at the pile of dead bodies that they were preparing to cremate---too late. They lit them. Gil screamed: "By the writers! It's getting hot in here!" "Fell asleep on the dead guys, eh?" Fienrir asked Mellisa. "Yup." Said she. "And you didn't help?" "No, he didn't ask for it." **************** "Okay, Mellisa, that was brutal." Fienrir said. "Hey, he didn't ask." Mellisa gently snarled. "Stop trying to be funny. He could have been killed." "By the writers...Luckly for me, I didn't get burned." Gil was panting for air, naturally working on his rubix cube. Fargu had awakened, as he was drinking another ale---he didn't even have a hangover. "So, it seems that you all don't understand the meaning of faith. I overheard Gil---I know you just don't instantaneously believe. It's unlike human nature." "Likely or no," Mellisa said, "we really believe. You can't change that, nor can anyone else. That lesson you taught us---it really affected all of us. We even discussed it this morning...But Gil...Fell asleep..." **************** TO BE CONTINUED... Sorry guys, too tired...I'm gonna rest for a while...I won't be writing for a while, either...Be on Runescape for the next days...That, and playing my Wii.

According to the infamous 2ch forums, it seems that the Japanese people think that Kingdom Hearts 3 is going to be a Wii exclusive. The rumor has been flowing around the web, but some things are uncomfirmed, because many in the U.S think it will be for the PS3. Here's what Michihiro Sasaki, the senior VP of Square Enix, had to say: So, they may or may not support the PS3. For example, the strong relationship between Square and Nintendo has increased, as Square would definatly prefer the DS, as it is a hit over in Japan and the majority of America. Square has made millions with FF3 for the DS, along with Dragon Quest games and much more, such as the upcoming Crystal Chronicles. But who knows? Post your thoughts here. What do you want it for? PS3? Or Wii? Would it be cool with mothion sensors? Or sit and use a controller? Do you want it for the Wii? PS3?

That was actually a lesson in Morality, really. My words can't be vivid enough for that girl, and it is impossible to save her, unfortunatly. Your options are limited, but I wish I could save her, too. :evil: :cry: It is actually nearly be impossible to dsescribe it better. I hate utopian societies, too, so I don't mind a little bit of anger.

Chapter 4: Of Morality and Prophecy Fienrir looked upon the square, the place that was obliterated and left shrouded in a blanket of Twilight, the sun no longer shining upon this place...Just sorrow and Twilit darkness. The bodies of those whom were slaughtered were being cleaned up, and those whom were traumatized were put in shelters that were still intact. The army was still alive, too, along with Roald, Reldo, and those children whom were with Reldo and the time. Fienrir was relieved; nothing this horrid has happened since the Wars. He was also amazed of how everyone was in one piece; when the dome of edge collapsed, the horrid terrorism that was commited those two years ago, pulverized the hearts of those whom had a death in the family. Nevertheless, those people who died served under the dominion of the last king, and would fight to the last man was killed. King Syrese would never stop and think of the consequences; but he was old, and his brain thought of nothing else nut to keep on attacking until the last one was down. Anyway, Fienrir was happy that everyone remembered of those two years, and knew how to react. "You okay?" Llia walked from behind him, a look of worry upon her face. "You seem---troubled." "No...The horror of battled never crept up to me in two years...I couldn't remember the feel of men collapsing around you...The...Feel of screaming children and women...But when you and the others came, I remembered that sorrow isn't the only thing within war." Fienrir placed his hands on her shoulder and grinned. "Sorrow is just an illusion...But friends aren't." Llia grinned, too. "Fienrir! What ar' ya doin'?" Fargu interupted Fienrir, as he jumped and turned his attention wuickly to the five walking towards him. "Slakin' off, eh?" "No, Fargu...What do you want?" "Well, an ale, but I have a very important question to ask you..." Fargu sucked in some air, Fienrir drawing his attention closer to what he was about to say. "Who won? Me, or Gil?" Fienrir sighed, a slight rush of anger surging through him. "By the writers..." Gil sighed, too. **************** "He what!" The king angrily exploded at his servent, as he wipped out his sword and held it to the man's neck. "Why did you run? Why did you not destroy them! You ignorant fool." "Mylord, I'm sorry...But Fienrir and his five warriors fought us off with ease! We could do nothing---" Karomaz, angered at the servent, slashed his neck, blood gushing upon the heartless king's face. The servent fell, as the King walked to his renevated throne, wiping the blood off of his face. "So, waht should we do, mylord?" A cloaked man walked towards the king, whom slowly sat on his throne, a sigh of exageration eminating from him. "Yes...What do we do?" A feminine voice eminated from another cloaked figure, as she was followed by three other silent cloaked people. "Yes...My only true loyal warriors...So, it seems that our gnomish friend and the rest of the army has attacked that gnomish village, correct?" The cloaked man nodded, and the king grinned. "Excellent. But there is one problem: you didn't destroy the Resvihaxianz! I ordered you to kill them and destroy Fienrir, but I see no blood upon your hands nor your weapons!" "Mylord...You must have patience. It seems the eradication of Fienrir and his...Companions...Is inevitable at this moment in time. Nut do not despair; in time, mylord. Patience is a virtue, after all...It's something we are all born with." "Get out of my sight." The king hissed, as he stabbed his blade angrily into the ground. "As you wish." **************** Fienrir led everyone outside of the town again, Roald making the public announcement of the draft of the army. Every man seemed happy; after all, they wanted their revenge. Even the Resvihaxianz wanted veangence, Llia, too. Although Fienrir felt hurt, he didn't feel as though as he should just march right into a war again; not without knowledge and common sense. "Why did we come here?" Mellisa asked in exasperation, as Fienrir sparked the fire with a whisper of a spell. "We are here," Fienrir sat down on one of the seats around the fire, "because I must teach you some things before you jump into a war that could effect your lives forever. There are some things you don't know that I must teach you...And there are things that you think you know, but haven't registered in your brain of the true way of reacting with that." "Like what?" Fargu boomed. "I want to teach you things...But you all must understand that the things that I am to tell you...They won't immediatly seep into your heart...Your soul...Or your mind just yet. You are the Resvihaxianz, a group of people whom, through their choices, were destined to join me...Now tell me...Are you ready to hear out what I am about to tell you? A simple nod is all I need to see." Fienrir looked around the group, each nodding their heads immediatly. Fienrir cleared his throat. "Good. Now you must all understand of what happened in the past. Long, long ago, before the golden ages and the dawn of war, Saradomin created the land as a harmonic and strong place. He created humans, plants, animals...For many generations, it was good. But soon, man would face many choices...That's what is registered in the anctient texts. But what man doesn't understand is that we don't face choices, we don't choose...We already made them. But we are all here to understand why we made these choices. Some of you may agree, and some of you may...Disagree. But you know it is true. "In the past, you made choices that benefited you. Gloriously, they did, and you were led here. I don't know about you, but I'm unhappy about some choices I make, but I'm very happy of the good choices I do make. With both, it leads you to your untimely destiny. But...You five that sit here before me (And Llia, whom isn't a Resvihaxianz) had a twist in your destiny that led you here, as my destiny was a path that brought me here. Saradomin inscribed it, and Saradomin willed it. All of you have heard that in an anctient text, no? You all know it well; he said this as he was to create the new lord...Guthix." "What glory that passage was...It's almost as though it enkindles hope within you..." Llia said. Everyone noded their heads, Gil smiling exeptionally. "Guthix was predicted...Now, everyone waits in solemn hope for him. This was the prophecy. But even more, later inscribed within the anctient texts...Was of you. The Resvihaxianz, and here you are." "But the text said the Resvihaxianz would follow...Guthix, the manifested lord...By the wirters...You cannot be claiming you are Guthix!" Gil angrily protested. "Believe what you want, for I have no control of what you think." Gil calmed down, now sitting back in his chair. "But I am not here to speak of that. All I wanted to say was of the prophecy and choice. But there is one more test I have for you..." "Being what, sir?" Mellisa politly said. "Hush," Fienrir replied, "for you must concentrate to understand...Now, I spoke of the Harmonic era...This era was the worst in history. And why? Because this era was also the development of utopian societies...These were mostly documented as evil societies, and not many survived for long...Except one." Fienrir paused, glancing at the others, all interested and listening intently. "This society was the worst, but people stayed because...They couldn't accept the truth..." "The truth being what?" Gil asked. "Anxious...Now, imagine...A society of Harmony, power, wealth, love...Everything that makes a utopian society work. Imagine, you are a young man or women, finally, and every other one whom is your age is asked, from alphebetical order, to follow the village elders somewere. You are the first one, so you follow. You are anxious: What is it? A present? No. You are brought to an old, broken down abandonded house. The village elders ask you to enter, and after you've seen what you have seen, you would leave and speak to them. So, scared and confounded, you enter the crippled door, as you fall down the steep step, hitting your head upon old wood. The inside was unpleasent; it stunk of urine and defication, as you see a poor girl, in rags...A girl, whom the village elders feed the same slop every day...She must even go to the bathroom in the house. You are sorrowfull toards her. "'Hello, what is your name?' you ask her. All she does is look up, blood shut eyes, as tears drop down her eyes. She cannot talk, for her speaking skills were never developed. You started to cry, you've had enough! You rune outside, slamming the door behind you, gasping for air and bawling. The elders try to calm you. When you finally calm down...They ask you, 'Based on what you have seen...We give you two choices. Either you stay in this village, exepting the girl is there...Or you leave and never return, and have the thought of happiness of not exepting the girl is there. Make your choice.' Your heart beats harder, as you do not know..." Fienrir stopped, a tear drop from Llia's eyes fell swifty, as the other five did, too. "No...I would bring her with me!" Gil said. "No more suffering...No more..." "That is not a choice. For them, that was how they worked. But soon, the untimely end for that society was when one man didn't accept it. Te elders hung the man, as the villagers were in an uproar...They believed that man would do good in the future, that he would save the girl...Maybe the land. That man was named...Guthix. And Saradomin predicted that he would come again." Night broke, as the fire raged, and the others were thinking of the tale still. "Listen, get some sleep. I don't care what you believe in...If you think I'm Guthix...Or if you don't...That is your choice." Fienrir walked away from the fire, the others getting ready to douse it. "I...Believe..." Fienrir heard Gil say, as the others agreed. Why would they all believe quickly? Saradomin predicted this, too: The Resvihaxianz believe in the lord, Guthix...As those in the village did, long ago.... **************** What would you do? Would you except the girl is there? Or deny it? Post your thought (And comments) here.

"We were very fortunate to find this place..." The relieved voice of Hylean echoed in the cave. "If anything, they will attack the front of Edgeville, killing off it's only defenses and destroying the troops that inhabit it." He sighed. "I don't think Fienrir will wake anytime soon, either..." Alexia sighed. "But we can't give up hope just yet. The only thing we can do is pray and wait for his revival. Until then, we're stranded here." "But we don't even have enough food to last us a week!" Ranguvar said sorrowfully. "Please, brother, try to wake him up!" Fienrir heard Ranguvar's plea; he couldn't feel any of his muscles, but he listened intently to the rest of the conversation. "If Saradomin, or Guthix, or whomever roams the heavens---if they don't will it, then what's the use?" Hyleans exasperated voice rung through the cave like a hummingbirds fluttering wing. Fienrir became angered at this remark: "Hylean...If they don't will it? You should be saying if I don't will it." He opened his eyes, instantly adjusting to the dim-lit darkness of the cave, Ranguvar smiling and weeping at the same time, and Hyleans face lit up and happy, as was Alexia's. "Fienrir..." Hylean walked over to the small fire they had built, giving warmth and light. Ranguvar hugged Fienrir, Hylean not suprised. "What happened?" "What has happened to me has already happened to me...What was past is now past, and there is no more to be said. But Hylean, I feel as though my truthfullness towards all of you isn't being truthfull enough, so I must say what I need to say...Then, I will rest." So Fienrir began his long story, his tale of the war, Tiresias the prophet, he being the Advent...He being Guthix. After, everyone was astounded. "You...Are Guthix?" Hylean exclaimed. "Partially. Only when my God form will's it; otherwise, no." "And what of Fenrir?" Hylean asked. "Fenrir?" Fienrir said. "He's my angelic form, but everything I told you must be figured out by you. Now, I shall rest; you put the pieces together." So he layed back down, as Hylean and the two girls were left with pieces to a jigsaw puzzle; one that may or may not be easily solved.

Ya, I liked Llia, the name (And the girl : ) and Argarok the giant dragon...OMG, I beat him so easily I thought it would give him some recompense and let him be in my story (Just as a demon :twisted: ). Anyway, more tonight, more twists N' stuff... :thumbsup:

Ya, I needed ALL of the Resvihaxianz (BTW, people, this means in Zamorakian [My made up language, lol] Five chosen ones, and is pronounced [Resh vih azianz].) to fight like total maniacs, so Gil had to be a swift fighter as your discription said, but he can't stab through rune, so logically, I had to make him slash their weak points (Gaps in-between their amror=their stomach) and he can't stab because they are decisive retalliaters. So he'll fight the same later, but I had to make sure all of them could be quick thinkers. Is that okay? Thanks for your (comment) as always! lol. :thumbsup: P.S. Gil and Fargu will be...How would you say, competitive in the future fights. :ohnoes:

I'm on at school only to check status and things like that. But yes, I go on, and my teachers don't care, either... : It's awesome!!!

Chapter 3: Supererogatory The guards whom protected the square. Dead. The army whom stayed within the sqaure. Fighting. The deathly sound of entity...Struck fear. Fienrir looked around the half wrecked kingdom of Varrok, as he ran upon dozens of dead bodies that litered the square. The gaurds were slaughtered, as some soldiers were bleeding dark red blood, that smelled like the scent of rotten dead calf. The castle was intact, but the budlings and shops around it were blown into oblivion, as the sky was lit with a brilliant Twilight ray. He knew immediatly whom would do such wrong doing; but he could not quickly assume this, as there were clues left behind in the genoicide. Fienrir began to check the bodies of the dead, as they were ridden with claw marks and fang marks of a deadly beast. The faces of the dead were covered in blood, almost as though they were...Torn apart. Fienrir quickly immersed hiis face in his trench coat, as the scent of flesh grew stronger. Flesh being this strong, though...It is fresh... Fienrir glanced side to side, pouncing towards the North were the sickening stench was stronger. As it grew more eerie, the scent grew stronger, and as the scent became stronger, the rumbling of beastly stomachs could be heard. Fienrir stopped. The growling was stronger, as swift footsteps were stomping upon the ground, Fienrir gripped his blade tighter. "Come out and fight!" Fienrir tried to antagonize the creature. "As you wish, Guthix." The beastly toned voice said, as it revealed itselfy. The figure that was coming closer was shaped as a dog. "You know, all these years we've apposed you...Trying to drive the evil intentions out of you..." The figure became clearer, but was still shrouded in Twilight. "And we succeded. Pitiful, Guthix. I faced you to the end, and still, I suppose true opposites can't die...Or the evil opposite, for that matter." The figure stopped. "The good opposite will die, just like the rest. And Saradomin put my angelic opposite within you, Fienrir. Fenrir, the opposite of me. Now you must learn that being powerful...Isn't enough to defy me." "Who the hell are you?" Fienrir took up arms, ready to attack the beast. "Who am I? I am the beast of the night, whom lurks in your past, eating away your memories...I am the darkness, whom lurks in your present, ready to end the light...I am the entity, whom lurks in your future, seeking balance of the world, my goal to unbalance it...Who am I?" The beast pounced at Fienrir, plowing him into the ground, claws in his chest. The beasts shining red eyes penetrated the Twilit abyss, as the figure of a blood red wolf with streaks its silver down its coat. "They called me Seviouv, the ruler of Twilight, the oppsoser of Fenrir and the balance!" Fienrir tried to break free from the wolfs snare, but to no avail, as he bagan to vleed from his chest, gasping for air. Seviouv only growled. "You are the balance of darkness and light, the ruler of both, the ruler of Lunebris. Your power is greater among the three, and your strength doubles that of any man and triples that of a God. You are inhumane, you are abnormal...You are the lone wolf, trying to claw his way through this world of pain and mysery like every other warrior...But I have discovered the purpose of the Advent...Your purpose is to end, your purpose is to bring about Omejavneistrivite, or as the scriptures call...Omega. But whom could know that?" Fienrir, fushing blood from his chest and mouth, tried again to break free; no use. Immediatly, he spat into the wolfs eyes, blinding it temporarily, tearing its claws out of his chest. Fienrir then jumped back, regaining his footing at drwaing his blades. "Seviouv!" Fienrir stood in his battle stance. "Fight me! Come, let us see man versus wolf!" "Fight? No, no...I must leave. And you must discover your purpose, before it's too late; because without knowing our purpose, then there is no reason to live." "I know my purpose." Seviouv growled, as the Twilight shrouded the embodiement of the wolf. Fienrir still stood in his battle stance, awaiting anything to attack him at any moment. A battle horn was sounded. Fienrir knew this battle horn, as the sound was eerie and unwelcoming. The second was sounded. Fienrir knew of the last, that battle would leave none behind. Fienrir stood in his stance. The thrid. Fienrir heard the battle cries of the enemy, as he ran to the sqaure, gasping and holding unto his injury. He could here the army of Varrock scream for reinforcments in other area, as the enemies were raging battles in those areas. He suspected Llia and the others to be around there, too. Fienrir was now on his knees, trying to heal as fast as he could, as the enemy army revealed itself through the srouding Twilight. Their armor was blood ridden of human flesh and scraps of rune and metal, as their helms were made of demon horns and hardened bone marrow. Their weapons were swords crafted of rune, but the handles of those weapons were made of human bones and giant bones. Their faces were hideously torn apart, the muscle of the inside of their bodies could be seen. Fienrir quickly sood, as his wounds had almost reovered, preparing for a dangerous duel. Suddenly, though, the crowd of warriors moved away, and five cloaked figures walked from the middle. The four whom stood near the castle! "Hello, Fienrir...Remember us?" The grim voice chuckled, as he spat some blood onto the ground. "There were four of you...Not five!" "The fifth was hidden...So is the will of tactics...One thing you will never learn." "What do you want?" Fienrir stabbed both of his blades into the ground, making a small magnitude in the earth. "That's a dumb question. You know what I am here for; it's time the kingdoms of this land should fall, as we will spread from here all around the lands, slwoly killing and destroying all of those whom would oppose us! You know of this; it was the plan of Karomaz, but that was changed by Zamorak. What a pitiful God to follow; he only cared of destroying you...But we should have been focusing on destroying this land." "Either way, I would've stopped you!" Fienrir barked, planting his feet frimly into the ground. "True, but at least you wouldn't be able to seek that blasted Oracle for your fortune...Now, Tiresias the great, shall wonder those hills without ever returning...As we will it, it comes true." The man laughed, a sickly laugh that would shake a soldier up. "But why should I tell you? After all, these lands are doomed, and so are you." The man raised his hand. "Kill him." He and the other cloaked men dissapeared, now leaving the blood-thirsty warriors to attack. They raised there weapons, as the battle cry made a ring in Fienrir's ears, forcing him to fall to his knees. The then charged him, the first raising the unsheathed blood ridden halberd... A sound of a parry. Fienrir jerked his head up, as the figure of Gil, holding daggers of all kinds between the gaps of his fingers, one hand parrying the blow of the warrior, the other struck daggers into his chest. The warrior collapsed. "By the writers...Fienrir, do me a favor...Don't run abruptly like that ever again." Fienrir grinned, regaining his footing. The others charged in, as Gil cut down five more of them with extreme speed. One of the warriors passed him, attempting to strike him with a halberd. Gil jumped away, sensing the tention around him, but another raised it's blade to his neck. The warrior took up it's blade, growling with rage. "Stop slacking off!" Mellisa roared, as she shot a sharpened of stone through the head of the warrior. She continued to shoot, knocking down many more in a matter of seconds. "Mind if I cut in?" Irenith said, as she took a halberd necklace from her neck. "What's that going to help with?" Fargu ignoantly asked. "Shut up." The halberd expanded into full size, as she slashed a few of the warriors that came their way. Fargu growled, as he lept into the battle, cutting down ten in one slash. "Not to shabby." Gil declared, smiling. "I'd like to see you do better!" Fargu laughed, as Gil jumped through twenty warriors, each falling instantly, Gil laughing when he regained his footing. Fargu stopped laughing instantly, a look of pure suprise in his face. "That only counts as ten!" Fienrir finally rose, with the help of Llia, whom drew out her gold rapier. "When can I join in?" Efial said, walking towards the battle with a five and a half foot blade. The enemy warriors saw the potiential threat, charging in on him. Efial only slased his blade one, as the warriors' bodies' were cut in two and split to Efial's left and right sides, blood gushing through the air. Efial only chuckled. "One down, many to go!" He recklessly charged into the fight, cutting down more by the second. Llia's turn: she jumped in, almost as though she was swinging her sword uncontrollably, but cutting down as many warriors as Fargu. Fienrir, now recovered to the full extent, jumped high in the air, slashing and decapitiating those whom stood in his way. Mellisa's sharp eyes slowly caused the retreat; the warriors ran away, as the seven charged in on the rest whom thought supererogatory would kill, but it seemed supererogatory was on Resvihaxianz side, as the remainder was slain, and the others retreated. Fienrir gasped for air, as bickering pair, Fargu and Gil, as they spoke: "I got fifty." Fargu happily declared. "Then we are even." Gil said, withdrawing his blades. Fargu frowned. "I'll beat ya next time..." He took out an ale that he carried, slowly consuming it. Fienrir withdrew his blades. "You...Are all very great fighters. It's no wonder why your names have spread far and wide across these lands; but it seems that this battle wasn't won. We'll discuss it over later, but for now, I predict Roald will want to have a word with everyone...And I'm going to speak of my..." Fienrir stopped, thinking for a moment. "Your what?" Fargu declared. Fienrir walked to him. "I heard something...A prayer from a gnomish child...An allusion...But I'll discuss that later. Now, we rest until Roald will's it. I'll see you all later." Fienrir began to walk away, Llia in close pursuit. "And don't worry about the bodies---they'll be picked up."

LOL! Omg nice Xewleer! I agree that was the damn shortest thing I've ever read...It is officially Ze end of Ze world! Edit: Oops, went off topic. Anyway, good idea for a story, but it was so short I laughed my head off. So 0/10. Make it longer.

Cool. I know, Twilight Princess screws with the mind. Zant is dumb, I killed him. Lol. Anyway, I will write more tonight...This and The_Corrutp...Just before the superbowl! w00t!

Thanks, TT10 (Is it okay to call you that? lol) I aim to please. The_Corrupt is more of a comediac beginning than it becomes serious, but I needed my readers to laugh somehow. But the prologue was extremely serious. Anyway, glad you liked! Oh, and to do this, just look under the subject when you are posting a reply, and over the far right you'll see a click called "URL". The fake URL I put down was Google, so I put http://www.google.com when it asks for a URL, and then you can name the link whatever, such as "this" like I put. Hope that helps! Thanks again! P.S. Why not do your book report on it? :lol: Well, it's not a real book, but...

:lol: Okay, this is the easiest way to remember Karomaz. Spell Zamorak. now spell it backwards. Karomaz. lol. And whom is Zant? You put him in the last paragraph before you ended. Anyway, let's leave Fienrir unconsious until you will it (Or maybe me).

The raven flew gently upon Fienrir's injured arm. He had been traveling in the darkness of the wilderness for day's---Vad'Idliens horrible ruins. Maybe running from Hylean isn't the answer...But I have no choice. I don't want to get him tangled with this... So Fienrir pressed further, as dawn broke. The Twilit area he was contained in was strong, making his arm throb, as he heard Argarok's voice within him: Why do you run? Even I'm becoming terribly weak, I'm acting nice to you! That's not a good sign. Fienrir silently chuckled, as he rested and opened the note: Fienrir, What the Hell are you trying to prove? Ranguvar isn't too happy with this. Nor am I or Alexia. Are you trying to prove you are a man? That you are strong? You won't win my sister over like this...But it's not just her, it's all of us. I'm worried about you, too. What if you die? What if you are dehydrated by the time we find you (And it won't be a very pretty sight if we find you)? The point is...Just pick an area to camp, we want to talk. Your Friend, Hylean Nice letter. But I can't break this way. Fienrir thought, as he pulled a piece of parchment from his pack, then a quill, as he began to write: Hylean, I'm not trying to prove anything. Nothing at all, I'm not even trying to be a man. And if you want to know the truth about me, about the full intent of my destiny and my past...Then I will discuss it with you in person...With Alexia and Ranguvar...Anyway, the man I'm tracking...I've fought him, somewere, some place...But he seems to be---stronger. I fear I don't have enough stamina Fienrir felt light headed, as he collapsed, and the raven snached the letter, flying back to Hylean's distant location.

Thanks a million. I put a lot of thought into Gil's story, specifically because it was sad. And I also put much thought into the nympholepsy, and I cracked up when I wrote it, too. I was writing it, then laughed really hard, freaking out my cat, whom was on my lap. Well thanks again! More tommorow, so let's see what Gil is capable of in battle!

Chapter 2: Untold Memories Dawn broke. Fienrir woke up, as he heard the sweet chirping of birds and the fluttering of a hummingbird. Llia had already woke up; her bed was made, and she was out training, the usual at six in the morning. He would meet her and the Resvihaxianz in the forest. His movements were unusually slow; he took a shower, slowly equipted his buster swords, put on his trench coat, then slipped on his golden belt. He rushed out, stuffing whatever his pack could hold with meat and refreshments. **************** "He's late." Llia sat at the tree, keeping a look of when Fienrir would arrive. "That's unusual for him." "I doubt that." Mellisa declared, as she was drinking green tea and meditating. "He's probably always late, no?" "I wouldn't count on that. But he better make it here quickly; I'm sick and tired of waiting. What of you, Gil?" Irenith finished her sentence, turning towards the wall were Gil leaned against. "Gil?" Still no answer. "He's not dead!" "Dead! He looks dead, but he's merely sleepin'! Poor lad, he'll be missin' out on some great spar matches!" Fargu laughed, drinking the ale that he brought with him. "Wake him up." Fienrir dropped his pack on the ground. Fargu obeyed, as he attempted to kick Gil awake. "By the writers! You blasted dwarf!" Gil jumped on his feet, Fargu laughing uncontrollably. Gil calmed down, pulling out his rubix cube, not noticing Fienrir. "That's right..." Fienrir snached the cube from Gil. "No need to fight each other awake. Now, I specifically called you all here..." Fienrir finished the rubix cube, faster then Mellisa, throwing it back to Gil. "How come everyone else can do this but me? Please stop taking it." He started to mess it up. "Okay, stop taking his cube. Anyway, put it away. We've got biusiness to cover." "Sparing time!" Fargu shouted aloud, jumping happily. "No." Fargu lost his footing and fell. "Actually, Llia is starting a fire, and...We're going to tell of our past. I want you all to share this because you will be fighting with next to one-another...For a long time." Llia ignited the fire, gesturing everyone to come over to it. "It' be a little light out for a fire, eh?" Fargu said bluntly. "Just relax. Now I want all of you to listen. Gil, how bout you tell us of your past?" He sat upon a log by the fire, looking into the orangy red glare of the fire, ready for everyone to listen. "Sit. My story...It's been a terrible journey from my past to were I am now. But I made it..." **************** "Gil...Gil...Wake up, you!" A voice of a sweet sounding young woman woke up Gil immediatley. The hot glare of the sun met his retna, making everything blury. But he adjusted to the sensational sun, slowly regaining eye sight. Gil slowly ascended, looking around to see whom was calling him. "Hi, Gil!" Gil lost his footing, plopping onto the ground with a loud thud. The girl that awaited his awakening was smiling and giggling, holding a basket of flowers. "Kimmy..." Everyone in his hometown knew of Kimmy, the mayor's daughter. They new each other since they were kids, and they each had feelings for one another, although they didn't tell each other. "Gil, everyone is looking for you, and here you are sleeping like a sound little kid!" She laughed, pushing him onto the ground. "Well, hey, I can't do anything if you push me down!" He rose, but this time, it was an immediate suprise: "Race you back!" Kimmy ran towards the opening in the ravine. "Hey, no fair!" Gil ran to catch up with her. "Catch me if you---" He heard a cry of pain. Kimmy was laying on the ground, holding onto her leg. "Ran too fast?" "No!" She kicked him into the ground, as she scrambled to get up. Gil caught her, though, pulling her back. Her laughter echoed through the ravine, as Gil's heart warmed with happiness. He didn't like to make a girl cry, especially Kimmy. "Okay, you. Let's get back." He lifted Kimmy onto her back, as he carryed her back towards the sunlit town. **************** "But I found nothing but agony after my return..." Gil frowned, as those around him prepared for the worst. "When I returned, I dropped her off, and started to return back to my home..." **************** "Kimmy!" Gil ran towards the burning house. The town was completely obliterated, as the houses were collapsing around him, and the bodies of those dead penetrated his heart, filling it with rage. Gil's face became stiff and angry, as he ran inside the burned reckage. "Kimmy!" He yelled again, as a piece of the burning building came down, hitting his leg. He screamed in agony, as blood began to leak on the floor. Even in pain, he would not give up. "Kimmy!" This time, a figure appeared from the other side of the fire. "Kimmy!" He ran, as the pain surged through his body. And when he reached the other side, he was greeted by an arrow to the chest. And the dead body of Kimmy. **************** "I made it out of the house alive, but never actually new what that...Thing that shot me was..." A tear dropped from his eye. "That's why I'm here. That was ten years into my past." He let out a soft sob, as Llia conforted him. Everyone else was silent, Mellisa mostly. She just sipped her tea, but Fienrir could see some agony in her. "Mellisa, how about you tell your story." Fienrir said intently. "Sorry, but I choose not to." "You don't have a choice. Well, you do, but you'll have to choose two...And this goes for all of you...You can choose the way of truth..." "Or?" "The path to the neverending dawn." Fienrir grimly said, as he leaned back into his seat. "Fine. Well, where should I start off?" **************** "What is that girl?" "I dunno, but she's powerful..." "I don't want to mess with her..." The people of the town muttered, as she walked away from the injured man, bow in hand. The man was harrasing her, and tried to get others to help. So she shot him down, and kept shooting until he was internally injured. "Hey, you freak! Get over here and fight me!" She hated being called a freak! Her abilities were unwelcomed in many places, and she took down whoever would make fun of her. She turned to the cruel man, as she pretended to cry, tears rolling down her eyes. "I'm sorry! I was being controlled! I was forced to do that!" Everyones hatred towards her died down, as the man walked up to her. "It's okay. But hold still this time---" Mellisa saw her chance. She punched the man in the stomach, holding her bow out. "Sicko!" She shot poisoned water out of the bow into the man's mouth. The man quickly died, as the poison was strong. The other men ran away in fear, leaving Mellisa to herself. "Sick perverts." She put away her bow, walking away from the town. **************** "That's a basic reason why I came here. I don't hate all men, but...They saw how vunerable I was, and weak...Those four years ago defined who I am today---but my power hasen't evolved all of these years..." She stopped, taking another sip of her tea. "Okay...Well, we should at least eat. Llia, throw this meat onto the fire, please?" She took the chicken and other meats, setting up a pan and seasoning them before placing them on. "Wait." Irenith took a piece from the pile. "I like to eat mine raw." She began to rip the flesh off of the bone, slowly savering the taste. "Irenith---you don't mind?" Fienrir asked her. She swallowed her meat, then said: "Give me an ale...And no, I don't." **************** "So what are those fool's commiting now? More idiocy?" A dark figure said, looking into a small crystal ball. "If they are," Karomaz said, "then Varrock is ours. Tell the remaining four men stationed in Varrock to call the rest of the troops." "Yes, mylord. But Zamorak---" "We don't need that babbling fool anymore." Karomaz said, as the Twilit aura around him grew stronger. "I'll tell the warriors." The dark figure said, walking out of the ruined throne room. **************** "I can only say...Nothing tremendously horrid has happened to me before...Except the slaughter of my people. But it's to trajec to say---even more than what happened to those two. So my choice is, Fienrir, you won't make me tell my story, or I'll see you in Hell, because I'm not saying anything." Fienrir grinned at this. "Like I said, love tempers. And what of you two?" Fienrir looked at Fargu and Efial. Fargu shook hi head no, then said: "I swear, I swear, mylord, I never had any...Horrid and pandemonious things every happen to me. I'm sorry, sir." Fargu sadly gulped down his ale, then tore away at his meat. "It's okay---Efial?" Efial, a hood masking his face, shook his head, too. "I don't know why I'm here. I just am. Fate is fate." Fienrir thought of that. Fate is fate... But his thoughts were interuppted... O, My Lord, GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ Someone was praying to him... General Kazzard wanted us to... Oh, why must this bloodshed continue? ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâèGeneral Kazzard wanted us to pillage the lands and gather food for him, and we did... Fienrir's eyes widened, and his head began to surge with pain. I...I...I'm not dead! The shout of anger made Fienrir's head hurt worse. A shout of pain... Fienrir screamed in unicen with the shout he had heard, then the pain receded, and awkward silence was around him. "By the writers..." Gil ran toward Fienrir. But everyone fell th their knees in shock. Screams were heard in the sqaure, along with an explosion... "Varrock...Roald and...Reldo...The citizens!" Fienrir jumped up, drawing his swords, running recklessly into a battle.