sephiroth_king

:lol: I am calm. And if people can bash Bush, then I have just as much rights to bash any of the democrats (Such as Jon Kerry, whom should die, and Bill and Hillary, whom should burn). It's just a matter of facts that Democrats aren't the majority of the country (I know they control the house now). And if they are, then how did Bush get into office? Please don't use the excuse "The country turned over to the Dems." Like I said, Republicans are the majority. They usually take polls in the Bronks (Don't care if I spell wrong) in NY, and everyone, everyone in those parts are democrats, and I don't blame them. They need money from welfare if they need it, or just like the democrats (I don't know a lot of people who just like them, only one of my friends who just thinks Bush is over Iraq to steal oil). Thye also take polls in rural areas, like one of my friends in Kentucky. He used to love Bush, but when he moved there, he suddenly doesn't like them, particularly because his friends are probably democrats. So happy? I posted in the best possible manner as I could.

Glad you like, Xewleer. Your character will be very interesting to work with (So to say...He's fake, but when I write, they become real). But sorry I didn't make anymore---Oi! I'm having the biggest writing slump! :lol: But my creativity is slowly coming back, so definatley tommorow. I'll create a schedule as I did in The_Advent so people can stay on track. Have a nice weekend, everyone!

Thanks, guys. More tonight. A lot more. It'll probably be either the characters stories or something else. I like the prologue the best...Personally.

Chapter 1: The Resvihaxianz "Listen up!" The booming voice of General Skiff scared the ones whom were awaiting the speech, located high above the watch tower of the castle. The one's whom were fighting had stopped, and the cheers had subsided. "Many of you are here today for multiple reasons. Some of you are here for redemption. Others for the sake of saving others...Others for the sheer pleasure of seeing the bodies of the dead litered among fields and fields of battle. Apart from that, every one of you are admited into the Varrockian army." The booms and cheers of the happy shook the ground. "SILENCE!" The crowd stopped. He continued: "Yes, be happy. But none of you---Absolutely none of you---Are ready for this news that I'm about to tell you. I see the exited, and I see the weak. I see the strong, and I see the careless. But none of those attributes will be accounted for when the news spreads far through these lands. Let it be known...That every person I call off should report to the inside of the castle immediatly." The crowd broke into conversation, as Skiff pulled out a piece of parchment. Clearing his throat, he began: "These five people that I call into this building...I will see you at the bottom of this castle, and I want you to sit in the garden of the center of this castle. Understand? Good." He looked at the crowd, some seemed scared, others dissapointed. " Gil Colin Graham...Irenith Descarta... Melissa...There's a smudge in the last name...Melissa, age eighteen, report. Fargu Ironhill...And last but not least...Efial Racknoar...All report to the central garden." The five whom were called out walked in without fear. **************** "So it has begun?" A grim voice said in the darkness. "Fienrir...Contact the five others whom wait for the signal...Leave none alive." "Yes, mylord." "Fienrir thinks he's ended me..." the voice of terror erupted in laughter, as the erected shadow revealed the body of the forgotten king...Karomaz. "But that fool has forgotten the rule of Twilight..." The laughter boomed in the ruins of the destroyed citadel. **************** Fienrir stopped. His head began to beat, as his heart rate rose. The man in steel walked closer to Fienrir, the grim smile penetrating Fienrir's mind. Hello...Fienrir... Fienrir drew his platinum blade, stabbing the man threw the stmoach, blood scattering unto the ground, as the man died upon the blade. Fienrir tore the blade out, searching for the other men. Gone. "Fienrir!" Roald ran over to the frightened Fienrir, as he withdrew the blade. "What happened?" "Roald, this man...I don't understand it! He can't be!..." "Can't be...What?" Fienrir noded his head, pushing Roald away. "He...Read my thoughts, he...Sensed them...He broke into the confines of..." "A Zamorakian..." Roald glanced over where the dead man's body was. "Wait...Where did the body go?" Fienrir looked at the blood ridden ground. Nothing. "Fienrir...Please, let's forget this..." Llia walked over to Fienrir, shaking in fear. "I...Just want to go see what awaits us inside." Llia was naturally blushing, as Fienrir smiled at the innocent face. Taking her by the hand, he walked her into the castle, conversing on the way. "Please," Roald said, "Get a room." **************** "Why do you think we are here?" One of the three men leaned against the Northern wall, attempting to complete a rubix cube. "By the writers! This damn thing..." "We are here," One of the girls, a girl of eighteen dressed in a turqouise gown, snatched the cube from the man's hand, "because we are probably the best of the best." She finished the cube, throwing back to the man. The man didn't retalliate; he just sighed, throwing his bandana down and messing up the cube. "Thanks.---" "Sorry for being---" "Both of you, shut up." A dwarf said. "and you, girl, how old ar' ya? You should be actin' as a teenager would, not as an adult would." The girl walked towards the dwarf. "Sorry for acting mature." She said, throwing her head in exasperation. "We should be getting to know each other," a man cloaked in a mysterious cloak said, "Not fight." "Well, let's start off with me." Fienrir walked into the garden. The man leaning against the wall shot up in respect, as the others respectfully stood in sight of him. "No, sit. I need no respect." "What ar' ya? Humble r' somethin'?" The dwarf said, laughung in the process. "Well, well. I've got a live one. Please, tell me your name, my friend." "Well, you see, sir...My name is Fargu Ironhill!" The dwarf burst out. "I like that name. It's an honorable name." Fienrir directed the rest to line up, so he could learn all of their names. "Good. Now...You. With the snakeskin bandana. Tell me your name." "Gil Colin Graham, mylord." "These damn repect terms..." Fienrir shook his hand. "You. Yes you, you appear as if you are a water nymph. What is your name?" "Mellisa, sir." She held her hand out, and Fienrir kissed it. "It's a pleasure." She smiled, as he moved to the next girl. "And you?" "Irenith Descarta, sir. It's an honor to meet you..." "I'm telling all of you, the honor is mine. No honor from you." He kissed her hand as well. Fienrir moved to the last man, whom was uncloaked. The scales of a dragon was his face, as a strange glow eminated from his throat. "My name is Efial Racknoar. It is truly an honor." Fienrir shook his hand. "Good...I'm glad I've located you all. Now, you are probably wondering what I called you here for. You see, I'm not here to train you, nor draw respect from you, nor make you fall upon your knees and beg for mercy. Why would I do that? I needed a team, a team of elites who's names were spread far throughout the land, and caught your names. Lucky you. I've chosen my Resvihaxianz..." "Might I ask...Wha' in the blazes does tha' mean!" The dwarf boomed. "I love a temper. It makes me happy, somehow. That means, 'My chosen Five.' Well. I can't wait to see what you are capable of." Fienrir turned away, walking back to the door. "Meet me at the forest of Varrock, near a small abandoned house to the East. Got it?" They all noded, as Fienrir walked out of the room, leaving the five to speak amongst themselves.

Prologue "Quickly, into the trap door!" A gnomish mother said to her child, guiding him to a burrow in the ground, with a small covering up top. The small child jumped into the burrow, followed by his mother, closing the door behind them. In the basement of the small village, many other civillians listened to the boom's of thunder and the rage of the gnomish soldiers fighting. Cannons boomed in the raining rage of night, as blood was spilled upon those whom were trying to hide. The soldiers of the village were fighting a war that should not have been, as the shocked children had to listen to a man run into the house, his feet stomping on the floor. "They escaped into here," the foul voice said, "find them and destroy them!" More footsteps were heard coming into the house. "Well, looky here!" A jingle of jewelry was heard. "Looks like the refugees left us a present, boys." "Give that to me!" A shove, and a fall upon the floor. "The scent upon this jewelry is fresh...The scent continues...Outside. Let's go." The gnomish child sighed with relief, as he heard the footsteps leave the house. "Rushike...It will be all right..." The mother of Rushike began to sing a soft lullaby to him. Rushike, in a hypnotized state, began a soft prayer: O, My Lord, GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ The wind is howling and the rain is pouring into our village. The booming thunder is destroying our houses, as the wind violently howls in the darkness of the night, the rain pours into our village, flooding it and leaving nothing but lifeless bodiesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæThe Kazzard army has invaded, as they are killing all of the brave people of our village who have a heart to stand up for everyoneÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæOh, why must this bloodshed continue? ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâèGeneral Kazzard wanted us to pillage the lands and gather food for him, and we did, and now he wants to take everything from us and wipe out our race! Oh lord, I pray to you, Guthix, for this last hope. The terror must stop, or at least the power of you, my lord, can make the Gnomes win this battle for liberation. I beg for this wisdom for I am merciful, I will do anything for thy God of eternal balance, for I am with you always. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâèPlease Guthix, they are getting closer to the king, as well as me and my familyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæMany Gnomes have already died, and we are losing this war. Please, GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæAnswer my call to freedom. Rushike sobbed, as the door above ground slammed shut. "I know your're in there!" The man ripped open the entrance to the cellar, throwing the cover away. "Hello..." Suddenly, a boom of a cannon could be heard in the distance, and the house began to crumble, as it fell upon the warrior, blood gushing from his dead body, and blocking off the entrance. The body was crushed between the support beams, the blood dripping upon Rushike. "I...I...I'm not dead!" The warrior picked his scimitar, attempting to slash Rushike. A blood curtling scream...Then silence. **************** Valiance...Is an illusion. Heroes...Fear valliance's call. Fear that was caused by valiance...Shields the truth of those heroes. But the truth blinds the sane whom see it, for the truth drives them to manifest holy intentions... But those intentions...Become Corrput. **************** Fienrir walked towards the grand castle of Varrock, as it was the day for reqruitment. The warriors whom were to be chosen stood in a large crowd, awaiting Fienrir. He could see the crowd in the distance, conversing and cheering for the spars that were taking place in the square. Fienrir laughed. Never before has there been a crowd this large since... His thoughts trailed off. He never wanted to remember those days again. With a sigh, he entered through the gate. "Fienrir!" "It's him!" "Please! Let me join you!" The admiration is dull...I have to find warriors that will leace me alone! "Move, people!" A girl of nineteen pushed through the crowd. Fienrir recognized her: Llia, his obvious admirer, as she wore the near opposite of what he wore. "Thank Saradomin...Come on Llia." He grabbed her hands and tugged her towards the castle; he could already feel her palms begin to sweat, and a giggle vibrated his hand. Fienrir blushed, too. "Were are we going?" Llia asked shakily. "Let's just get into the castle, I don't want to be spotted anymore---" "Hello..." Fienrir stopped. Looking to the corner of his eye, he spotting a man in steel armor, smiling grimly. Fienrir was basically frightened of the entire bunch of people around this one man; each one looked, actually...Strong. "Llia, go into the castle...I want to talk to this bunch..." Llia walked in without question. "You five..." Fienrir walked up to them.

You're in! Great imagination! Okay...People. The_Corrupt starts tonight! I WILL SAY THIS ONLY ONCE MORE...FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T READ THE_ADVENT...READ IT, OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THIS ONE! Thank you for your cooperation.

Hope you guys are ready for the last one, I'll start writing tonight (Around 4:00 PM, which is kinda evening), but one more person can sign up. Only so many hours left. So hurry, whomever wants to sign up! :D

Thanks. The spelling errors usually occur when my hands become tired and a headache builds up. But I always try to spell correctly. Thank you, now you will definatley understand the next story. I'm glad you liked it, because that was the point...Entertainment. I'll start working on the next tonight, depending on if anyone else wants to sign up.

truth be told, I don't like the idea of saying "900k" how bout saying, "He pocketed some money," but 900k reminds me of Runescape waaaaaay too much. It just sound corny. But don't say he pocketed some, think of something else. Just an idea. Other than that, good. Quick read, but it's getting better. More! More! :D

Good job, you are in. 1 more to go, and then I'll begin to write. Be patient. Read the last story. Seriously. Or you won't get The_Corrupt. Ok, every character so far is exellent. So I want to introduce the ABSOLUTE hero and protagonist, and for all of you that HAVE NOT read the last one, his name is... Name: Fienrir (Pronounced [Fayn Rear]) Race: Human/God/Demon (Read The_Advent to understand.) Gender: Male Age: 20 Equipment: A black leather trench coat with black leather boots, a golden belt wrapped around his legs and waist that says...You'll find out. Also a dragon chainmail under his trench coat. Weapon(s): In The_Advent, he ONLY had a platinum blade. Now, he has a Pure Gold blade and his platinum blade. Two in one deal. Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Warlord. Other Characteristics/Hobbies: Fienrir was the hero of Vad'Idlien, which is now named the wilderness by order of Fienrir. He is peacful around his friends, but during a war, he will fight until his stamina is depleted, so to speak. He is still a renouned hero, were every warrior looks up to him and hopes to battle by his side in the future. This is the hero, guys. He actually never looks like this in The_Advent, but we have to change his style. :lol: But to understand the Godly demon part...You have to read The_Advent, unless you want a short summary...

Ooooh \ I like yours, Issy. You're in. Okay, guys...Looks like two more people...I said I'd start posting the story the other night, but I wanted to give people a chance. Just...2...More. Hurry people! :D Also, remember to read the last story, The_Advent (Link below), or you won't get the next one. All feedback for The_Advent would be nice, too. Thanks, everyone! :D

Okay, all of you people that want to know what is the last name of the trilogy...You'll have to PM me, because I don't want to spoil it for people who choose not to know. Now, I'm going to create a character myself. This will NOT affect the next three entries. This is just a character I want to introduce, because SHE is important. Name: Llia Teviz (Ponounced [Lee A] [Te veez]) Race: Human Gender: Female (Obviously) Age: 19 Equipment: A female mimic of Fienrir, but she wears a red trench coat instead of black, with a steel chain mail under it...And a silver belt wrapped around her legs and waist instead of Gold. Weapon(s): A golden rapier Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Neutral Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): She believes in the coming of the new God, Guthix, whom is Fienrir. She loves Fienrir, and is very shy and admirable when he comes around her and talkes to her. She is very tough, and dislikes those whom are against Fienrir and the army, but cares for everything else. She is very loving and caring to all things that aren't Zamorak related. Her upbeat and tough personallity attract many men. Yes, she is beautiful (Blonde). For those of you who might sign up, have fun with your character. Seriously, have fun. I'm only letting 3 more people come on, but only until tonight. I have to start sometime. If three people don't come on, I'll post my three alternate characters.

Excellent. That has to be one of the best poems I've read yet n this library. A+++++...And the rest is obvious. =D>

I like that Archimage, but not everyone knows whats going on if they haven't read the previous story. So I did a basic information/bio, just so I know. Anyway, you two are in. Xewleer, it the last one didn't fill your need? Okay then. We're gonna have to fix that.

The_Advent is over. Now, Corruption reigns. Welcome one and all. I'm casting character's now, meaning I want you, the reader, to create your own character for this next story, and they will remain until the last one. I know a lot of you want to know the last name of the last one, so I'll reveal it tonight. Anyway, all of you...My readers...Get a chance to create your character. I'm only picking 5 or 6 people out of the flock whom sign up. So, without further adou, here's what you need to do: Character's name, race, gender, age, equipment, and weapon(s) are needed. Also need to know some other things. Here's the Application: Name: Race: Gender: Age: Equipment: Weapon(s): Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): Just copy and paste and make your character. Have fun with it. But keep in mind, you aren't making th story, I'm still writing it. If you have any questions, please PM me. Also, if you haven't read it yet, please read my last story, The_Advent, if you want to know what is happening thus far. Thanks, guys! Sephiroth_King P.S. Yes, this was the Catch.

Good. It wasn't supposed to. That's what a Trilogy is all about. Leaving you with the empty feeling that you need the next one. So, ready for The_Corrupt? Well, say goodbye Advent...Hello Corruption. P.S. It doesn't settle with you yet. It didn't with me, either. That's why I already thought out how it will settle with you.

Author's Notes 1/22: Next story coming up, the sequal to The_Advent, which I dub the title of "The_Corrupt." Yes, Fienrir will still be the main character, but more twists will be added for your convienience. 1/22: If you have any questions, feel free to PM me, instead of stringing more posts here. 1/23(JUST IN!): I just want to let all of my reader's know that The_Corrupt, the sequal, and The_Advent, and the last one (Which I don't want to spoil) are all one story. Although they are three parts to one story, they are all different concepts, as each one will take you three years later. I might just put the next one on here, but I might not. Just want to give my readers a heads up, because in reality, they are like three parts to one book. Also, every "Part" of the story will contain 19 or 20 chapters. Series/Story News 1/22: Since I didn't post a chapter today, I'll write three tommorow for reader's convienience. Not only that, but I'll spoil the name of the next two. _Despair Within Betrayal _Secession Lucky you. Be prepared; they will all be posted tommorow at 6:30 PM sharp. If it's posted earler, lucky me---Er, I mean you. You are probably wondering: What of the third chapter? Tell us that title! No; you can see for yourself. 1/23: The two I mentioned are posted, Depair within betrayal is long, but Secession is extremely short, but something bad happens, so I wouldn't be very angry. Besides, that's Secession; the next one is called: Execution. Spoiler! Oh Well. Enjoy. 1/23: Unfortunatley, I cannot make the last chapter I promised you. Instead, I've decided to post the last chapter's two day's from now, so you can visualize what happens next. 1/23(JUST IN!): Since Secession was short, I've decided to continue it to make it longer and more action filled. This WILL NOT affect the last two chapter's being posted. I REPEAT: WILL NOT! I plan to post the second part of Secession tommorow. Then, Chapter 18 will be called: The Dark King. The last chapter will be 19, but I feel I should not release the name. There will also be an Epilogue. Be prepared on Thursday for the conclusion, and the birth of the sequal: The_Corrupt. 1/24(JUST IN): It seems that I've accidently made two names for the next chapter, Execution, and The Dark King. I've changed it (Yet again.) This time, and the last time, it will be called: Rebirth (You'll see.) I've also posted Secession: Part 2. (READ IT, OR YOU WON'T UNDERTAND THE NEXT CHAPTER!) Enjoy. 1/24(JUST IN): The last to chapter's of this story will be posted by 6:30 PM sharp. I mean it. No delays. Nothing dumb like that. After I write them, I hope you are ready for the sequal: The_Corrupt. Funny thing about that is I've also found the name of the last part of the trilogy. But I'm not telling you. There's also a catch to The_Corrupt, but it's a suprise. Be prepared. 1/28(JUST IN): ARE YOU READY? Good. Above is the last two chapters. Enjoy them. Live them. Get ready, tonite I'm revealing the secret catch to The_Corrupt. Hope you nejoyed the first one.

Thank you Issy, 100% fully agree. And Issy's right kid. I don't care if I'd win or lose to you in a fight, the fact of the matter is, why are you instigating that? I suppose you didn't read this, either: Look at all of the bold rules. Hmm, you broke 5 so far. Wanna keep going? Go on ahead, I'm not stopping you. But the Moderators will.

How bout re-reading what I posted, it makes sense now. Yes, you won't calm down. How old are you, because I'm not even close to my eighteenth Birthday yet, I'm a freaking freshman in High school. P.S. Did you plagurize the Legend of Five then? Cause it says you are the author, idiot. You even said it's yours when you wanted to join the RPG, freak.

I agree with Issy. You were swearing at us and everything when we wouldn't let you come into the RPG, and you just have to calm down, and when we say you can't do something you can't do it. It's also quite idiotic that you make fun of posts. That's not encouraging. What if I said the legend of five sucked and it deserves to die? And when you called us dweeby little kids how about look at the side were it says: RETIRED. We have lives, because we don't play anymore, just make stories here, were we can see whats going on. What is it, Termenator 10? Well, you have no life at the moment because you are playing now. Some people, though, like Issy and I, have controlled the urge to play, and I don't want to throw words in Issy's mouth, because: A) It became boring. B) Because we don't like playing with people whom are 27. C) Because we wanted a life, and losers like you who go on and make fun of others ruined the fun. So shut-up, kid. At the moment, you are playing and thus have no life. Anyway, I liked it, but then again, I'm not a poet. But still, it needs a rythm to it. But good job anyway.

Chapter 19: Twilit Oblivion Fienrir ran up the seemingly endless steps towards a sound of an evil instumental playing. It was the piano, and it sounded as if the player was playing a death march, but an evil one, as if the person was the one dead...But playing it for himself. With thoughts of the war ending and the images of people whom were slain during the war, he pushed himself to his limit's, until he saw a grand gate before him. It was generated by the minds of the dead and consumed by Twilight, and only ones with courage would dare step through. The music was louder than ever, as Fienrir started to get the eerie feeling of death approaching him. He laid his hands on the door. With a few more steps, he was in the room, as he saw the man playing the piano. "Welcome," Said he, "Allow me to introduce myself." The man rose, as Fienrir saw a black helm of demon hornes and other sharp objects; thhe mouth of the helm was open, revealing sharp, blood stained teeth. The man held a blade of Twilight, as it shown red and yellow in a mixture, giving off a hideous golden color. His armor was the same material, as it's sheen gave off the entity of fear. "No," Fienrir declared, "allow me to introduce myself---" "You are Fienrir." The man cut him off. Fienrir jumped, immediatly knowing whom the man was: "You...The king of Twilight...The emporer of shadows...So you are the king..." "Yes..." The king smiled. "I am King Karomaz Tghiliwt, and you are at your downfall, hero of the lands." He swung his blade, as the blade gave off a yellow slash of light into the air. "You and I...Go back very far, indeed. Match after match, humiliating me, destroying me, leaving me in the dust...I despise you. Then, you died, as your next life signalized the true Advent. I waited and waited for this day, and now, your life comes to an end." "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know you. It doesn't make any sense!" Fienrir drew his blade, as the reflection of the Twilight blazed like fire. "Fienrir...You and I know...There is a connection. I can sense it quacking in your body...I can...Sense it within your mind. The fact is, I speak of your past life. But who am I kidding? The scriptures say that the Advent will not know of his past life...Until he kills evil forever." Fienrir stood in his battle stance, awaiting the king to attack. "Come, now. Get out of that stance." "No...Come and get me. Or, are you too weak?" The king grimly smiled, as he rose his blade above his head. "Me? Weak? No...It is you." The king stabbed his blade into the ground, quacking the castle aand throwing Fienrir off balance. The castel melted away from Fienrir's eyes, as he saw nothing but darkness. Fienrir you fool! Fenrir screamed within his mind. Get up and fight! Or am I going to have to help? Argarok grimly said. Argarok! Fenrir! Bind! Fienrir opened his eyes, as he now stood in a zone unfamiliar to him. The Karomaz was shaking in fear, mumbling to himself. Fienrir's one wing was out, and another Fienrir did not recognize, as it's luster was blinding Karomaz, for it was an angelic wing. He was now truly Guthix, the God of light and darkness, Lunebris. "W-What are you? The light---It is blinding!" Karomaz still shielded his eyes from the infinite light that eminated from the wing. "What am I? I am the Advent, as you look at my God form, Guthix; the master of Lunebris, and the bringer of balance." He took up his blade. "And the killer of Twilight and Darkness." Karomaz opened his eyes, as the formlessness of the realm around them formed into it's true form; red and yellow light eminated from no were, as an illumination of black and grey formed with them. Karomaz reopened his eyes in happiness, as he pounced at Fienrir, swinging his blade rapidly. Fienrir dodged each attack barely, as he slashed Karomaz directly in the chest, plowing him into the ground. Fienrir, Fenrir angrily said, Focus! Fienrir recovered, but Karomaz was swifter than he, retaliating by hitting him into the ground. "Do you see it?" Karomaz grimly proclaimed, "The everlasting Twilight creeping into this realm of nothingness? Soon, it will be consumed, and it will be Twilit; and the mixture of Oblivion will join it, creating a Twilit Oblivion." The king stopped, looking at the recovering Fienrir. "A realm of Twilit Oblivion is an entity of death that consumes both of the people that are dueling. But I let in the Twilight, I...Love it's evil scent. You, however...You are different. In this realm, you will slowly weaken...Until you reach your downfall." "Then what of the land?" "Well," Karomaz proclaimed, "That's up to you. Time to choose: Will you welcome the Twilight...Or fall?" The king pounced again. Fienrir focused; suddenly, time moved slower. What? He thought. Don't fear it, welcome it! Twilight enhances your focus because you are becoming weaker! Fenrir said, After you kill him, your focus will stay this strong...Because the Twilight will live with you! Fienrir turned side ways, as Karomaz began to swing his blade. Fienrir's focus was incredible, as he stopped every blade strike without even trying to. Karomaz was in shock, as Fienrir struck back, hitting him with ease. The final blow gave the king shock, as he fell unto the ground, shacking uncontrollably. Fienrir climbed out of hid focus. His breathing pattern didn't even change. "No," Karomaz angirly said, "No, no, no! I cannot lose to you!" He jumped back up, swinging at Fienrir, as he easily stopped each blow. "You can't win," Fienrir said. "Let me give you a taste of what I'm capable of!" Fienrir punched Karomaz back, as he soared through the air, Fienrir slashed his back. Karomaz slammed unto the ground, blood rushing from his back. Fienrir landed on his feet, as he was concentrating. An angry growl eminated from Fienrir, as they both rose in unicen. Fienrir looked at Karomaz, screaming: "Time to die!" He jumped at extreme hights, slashing the Twilight in an "X" formation, cutting open the confines of Oblivion. Karomaz looked in fear into the fires of what Hell looked like, as he screamed in pain. An X was cut into him, as he collapsed to the ground. Fienrir slwoly desended, as he gasped for air. I...My stamina... Fienrir collapsed, too, as he looked at the slowly rising body of Karomaz. "You...You...Fienrir!" Karomaz screamed at the sky, as he fell onto the ground. **************** "What are they doing?" Roald was confused, as he looked at the army of Zamorak retreating to the castle, as it quacked in the distance. "They...They're retreating!" Reldo screamed in happiness. "The war is over! It's over!" The other warriors screamed in victory, as the earth boomed with joy: It was over. Or so they thought it was. The warriors stopped cheering. For in the distnace, the castle in which Fienrir was fighting in collapsed, and a mighty beast in the form of a giant God appeared. "Fienrir," Roald thought, "Whatever you are doing...I hope you make it..." **************** Fienrir woke up. The explosions around him were great, as the quackes of the seceding walls of the castle fell to the ground, Fienrir rose. Karomaz's body was melted away, but a giant form of a darkness was in front of him. It was mighty, and it had a voice of evil: "Now, it is truly your time to die!" Fienrir was not afraid of the voice, if not, than a little. "It can't be...No...Zamorak!" Fienrir took up his blade, as he stared into the eyes of the dark beast. "Yes...I am the true form of Zamorak, the beast that fought Fenrir...And died...All of those centuries ago..." "You...Fought Fenrir?" Fienrir raised his blade. I can't trust the father of lies! "Yes...As you were being created, as they never thought to put Fenrir within you...He was stopping my rampage across the land. He wasn't blinded by rage, but he fought me, and won. But I put a little of my rage within him, as he started to corrupt the lands with darkness. That's when that fool, Saradomin, took the beast and put half of him within you...But he had hoped you would find the other half of Fenrir...But instead, we found it and did something else...Locked it within your amulet!" "What?" Fienrir looked at the amulet of fury, which glinted a shining red. "Yes," Zamorak laughed, "Saradomin had hoped you would gradually obtain it, so you wouldn't go berserk, but you killed those barbarians, just as we planned; everything went according to plan, especially you ending up here...Yes, I wanted that fool Karomaz to be defeated...As I was hiding my true power within him, and without him dead, I cannot be at full power!" "I...Don't understand..." "Yes you do!" Zamorak took the blood that was still on the ground, the blood of Karomaz, as he spelled the name out: Karomaz Tghiliwt... He snapped his fingers, as the letters rearanged themselves: Zamorak Twilight... Fienrir gasped, as he looked at the evil God, whom was smiling grimly. "Yes...Zamorak is the lands of Hell, along with Twilight...They renamed me Zamorak for that reason...But I have no name...Except Seviouv..." "Seviouv...The beast of darkness..." Fienrir somehow remembered the name, but he could not grasp were. Yes...Seviouv...I fought against him so long ago...But my beast form... Fenrir's voice died off. Our powers are already yours, Argarok's deep voice said, So don't waste them, or I'll waste you. Understood? Fenrir smiled. Understood! Watch out Fienrir...He is strong...I don't know what will happen... Fenrir's voice trailed off again. What's going to happen...Is me winning. "Time to die!" Seviouv rampaged towards Fienrir, as he focused. He grabbed one of the beastly legs, throwing the beast back to where it began. Fienrit took his blade, slashing the belly of the beast wildy, then stabbing it. The beast pounced up, smashing Fienrir awaw, as it rampaged around him. Fienrir regained his footing, awaiting the beast to charge him again. Seviouv, snarling blood, attempted to ram him again, as Fienrir dodged him, but held his blade in front of the beasts face, cutting it. Seviouv yelped in pain, rampaging blindly around the ruins of the collapsed castle, smashing into one of the nearby walls. Seviouv's severed body burned away, as a single body appeared, about twice the size of two men. The human form of Zamorak rose, lauging hysterically. "What foul Lunebris..." Zamorak drew his sword from it's sheathe. "Do you wish to hear my desire? To take this blade, and blot out the light within Lunebris, aa darkness will regin in the land forever!" He threw his blade at Fienrir. Direct hit... Fienrir ripped the sword out of his stomach, as he screamed in agony, dropping his own blade. Zamorak, with a blink of one's eye, appeared next to Fienrir, his foul blade touching Fienrir's exposed neck. "You are rediculously foolish, if you think you can slay me...No living force can kill me..." Zamorak took up his blade. "Good bye...Fienrir..." No you don't! Fienrir threw his arm up at the right time, cutting open his arm. Fienrir screamed in pain, blood gushing from his arm. Zamorak recieved shell shock, as blood went into his eye, and the power of Fienrir was too great for him. Enraged, Fienrir rose. Enraged, Fienrir took up his blade. Enraged, Fienrir cut off one of Zamorak's weakened arms, as he looked at the blood pouring out. "What...What is this? It's so warm, but pain is surging through my body...It's...Frightening...No...It can't be..." Zamorak's voice was filled with fear, as tears rolled down his eyes. "Blood!" "You've never experienced pain before...Now, begone!" Zamorak looked up, as he parried the blows of Fienrir's blade. Zamorak's retalliation was to slice Fienrir's arm off, but Fienrir's focus was too quick; Zamorak's left leg was cut off, as he slid to the ground, smashing his exposed face on it. "What...No! I'm a God! I cannot die!" Zamorak's darkness, building up inside of him, slowly released itself, creating an implosion of upmost power. Fienrir drifted, as the wings of Guthix faded into his body. The Oblivion around him dissapeared, as serenity surrounded Fienrir. He opened his eyes. The warriors of Zamorak were dead around him, dead because of their God going back to Hell, as their souls are eternal, they must follow. In the distance, he could here the cheers and victorious battle cries of his men. In the distance, he could see the brave souls that marched through here and saved the land. In the distance, he could see peace. Slowly, Roald appeared next to him, but he passed out before Roald could spak to him. **************** "He did it." Roald's voice penetrated Fienrir's sleep. "I can't believe it...he defeated...That beast..." Fienrir shot awake, bashing his head against Reldo's, as he fell to the floor. Everyone laughed. "Fienrir, you did it!" Roald hugged him. "Ya, ya...I heard what you were saying. Listen...That beast wasn't any ordianry beast. But I can't explain it." "You can't explain it or don't want to?" "Neither. I just think...You won't believe it." Roald leaned in closer. "Try me." **************** Epilogue To think everything happened two years ago. Fienrir thought to himself, as he walked around the North of Edgeville. He wore a blach leather trench coat, and underhe wore a dragon chain mail that he discovered, and black pants with a gold belt wrapped around his legs. His belt around his waist was gold, too. His black boot's reflected the light of the moon onto the ground as he walked around, thinking of the sensless violence that the Zamorakian's inflicted upon Vad'Idlien. Now, in place of Vad'Idlien, stood ruins among ruins of the deadly wars that he battled upon. Roald was now king, as he was corinated one year ago, and now, the land was restored with balance. Everyone still knew Fienrir's name, and he was loved by the women, envyed by the men. He is nineteen now. "Hello, Fienrir." A man of white walked next to him, as he let go of the grip of his blade, which rested on his lower back. "Tiresias." Fienrir said happily. "Two years. Imagine that." "Indeed. Look at you, Guthix, mylord. Why are you here?" "I ordered some of the men to put up signs around here." "For what?" "Well, Saradomin no longer owns these lands, for they were consumed with Twilight after we escaped. The Twilight gates fell, and now, it's a sensless place were decievers kill paupers and lesser beings among them." Two men put up one of the lasts of the signs. "Thus, Vad'Idlien, the golden lands, are no more. The cold of a Twilit Wilderness, this is what it has become." "A wilderness...Yes, that is a name for it. Vad'Idlien, I hope, will never die in history, though." Fienrir nodded. "Tell me, Tiresias," Fienrir procliaimed, "Despite my death to reawaken my Advent form, what will become of my God form?" "Your God form is always with you. Just remember, fienrir. Argarok is your demon, and Fienrir is your angel. Fenrir used to be a demon, but when you got the rings, the rage created Argarok. Your God form will always be with you." Tiresias stopped. "But you didn't answer my question." "But you already know the answer." Fienrir thought, then smiled. "Just remember, Fienrir. Argarok will come out during your rage, so you can't control him there. But you can control when you want him to give his power. You are the Advent, and you are more powerful than you can imageine." Tiresias began to walk away. "Wait." Fienrir said, as Tiresias stopped. "Yes?" Tiresias turned, looking Fienrir in the eye. "Thank you, Tiresias." Tiresias smiled. "Good luck, kiddo." He turned and walked away. Yes, thank you...For everything. END OF BOOK ONE

Wow. This is basically all I can say to all of the democrats that are posting here. Bush is a good president. He will go down in history as one of the best. But all of the [wagon] democrats I've talked to naturally say, "Bush is over there to steal oil! He is greedy like all republicans and owns the oil companies and just wants the oil!" OR "He just went over there to find nuc's that never existed." Oh, and the most famous ones of all: "We went to Iraq for nothing. It was afganistan we wanted!" "The troops hate it over there. Just watch the news. Even the Iraqies don't want us over there!" Well, let's think for a moment. The first quote I put up. All of you democrats, STFU. You are ignorant if you believe the first one. He went over there for ONE reason, same with the other's were I shall recap on later. The second one. Well, I agree. But at the same time, they might have them. So we may never know. You aren't ignorant if you think this; you are naturally forgetting. Again, after the last one, I'll tell of what I mean by "Forget." The thrid one. OkAY...Listen to me, you [developmentally delayed]ed Democrats. We hade solid EVIDENCE (And if you don't understand that word, go get a dictionary, and if you are poor on welfare and don't own a dictionary, than up yours) that they were the ones. Ones of what? Forgetful you are... Last but not least...I think is the most rediculous, next to bush is over there for oil. Okay, I have a cousin that is fighting over there. When he came back, he said "Dammit, don't listen to the media, please. They are liars, they don't want you to know the truth." It's true. The media makes up lies...Because, obviosly, they are democrats! The Iraqies want us over there...And think about it...Who's the man who commited mass genocide? No, not Osama Bin Laden, you idiot... His name is Saddam Whosain...I spelt his last name wrong on purpose, because he sucks...And we went over there to help the people who were being killed because a man willed it. That's when we found out who those damn hijackers were. Ya, now you remember. All of the quotes I put up, everything traces back to 9/11, the one excuse for Democrat's to blame bush. You Democrats...You just don't get it? Like I said, every Democrat I talked to has said to me we shouldn't be over there. "Well," I said in anger, "Then were did the hiikackers originally hail from?" "Afganistan. Duh," said the Democrat. "No. We have proof of the hiijackers coming from Iraq. And there is another reason we went over there, too---" He cut me off. "But they never wanted us over there!" "Wrong. They wanted our help because they were getting slaughtered. You are an ignorant sunnava [You know the rest] and should stop believing media." "But they are right." "No," said I, "My cous' over there says different, and so do I. Nw, retreat to your [kitty] democrat group over there. You should all go back with the yuppies that spat in our troops faces after they kissed the ground from Vietnam." With a frown on his face, he left. Boy, was he angry. True story. And that's ALL I have to say. All solid evidence. C'mon, try to argue with me.

Sorry, no one else can join because we are too far into the story. If someone else were to join, the entire storyline would be crazy. Sorry, you might be a talented writer as Necromagus is, but the leader has spoken.

Chapter 18: Rebirth Fienrir slowly drew his sword. His hands and legs shook, as his breath was cold and shacky. His heart felt like it was struck with a stake; he was in disbelief on whom he had to fight. They are dead, Fienrir thought, If they are truly alive, then why must I fight them? Fienrir took only a couple of steps when a foul rush of cood air blew past him, and he realized that they were spirits, and they were here to test them. "Fienrir, do not fear us." "You should never show sorrow, nor pain, nor should you show your fear; you are the Advent, the one man who was sent by Saradomin and the sages to destroy the Twilit Zamorakian's. Here I am, explaining this to you, when I should be fighting you, and telling you the fate of the Advent next." "I...Can't..." Fienrir fell to his knees, shivering uncontrollably. "You can." King Vad'Idlien's spirit said, as he drew his steel, slender blade. "And you will." King Syrese's spirit proclaimed, as he drew Silverlight and Blurite. "Why must I fight the one whom I once hailed, and the other of whom I tried to save? If this is a fight where I must kill your spirit, than I surrender. If this is a fight were I must ply information as your spirit's melt away to the heavens, then kill me where I stand. Either way, I refuse." "You refuse nothing!" King Syrese boomed. "If you are truly a warrior, and the Advent, then you must do what you must do. When we say fight us, then you must, to prove to Saradomin and the sages above that your power has grown to it's full potiential!" Fienrir was now almost white, as the cold infiltrated his body, and he coughed up blood. Fienrir, full of hatred and sorrow, boomed: "Why? If it is my fate to destroy you...What if I had saved you? Would I have to fight you now? Would Saradomin know that my power is here?" Fienrir rose, as he backed away from the spirits. "There is no 'What If's' in destiny," King Syrese said, "We were diliberatly put there to justfy the Advent's mere destiny. We were destined to die, as we already made the choice, without looking back upon the past or present; we made this choice, so we may learn if you are ready. If you are not, then..." King Syrese went into a battle stance, ready to strike Fienrir. "If you are not, Fienrir...Then you shall die, and this land will fall to everlasting darkness. As for your soul, it will awaken in it's next life, and the world will have fallen into darkness. So your choices: Fight us and save, or die and destroy." Fienrir's face became serious, ready to cut down the two reincarnated souls that stood as obstacles before the king of the Twilight; he drew his blade, standing in his battle stance. **************** "Mylord?" The Zamorakian approached the king of darkness, whom was not pleased with the news. "I know; Fienrir seem's to have killed my best..." "No; none of us even had enough bravery to step into the room, for it was cold. Icicles were frozen outside of the door. It seem's, mylord, that some one had frozen him in." "Then it looks as though the Advent is destroyed," the king revealed his sharp, rotten teeth, "Deploy the rest of the troops. Leave none alive in any province." **************** "We will not take it easy on you." King Vad'Idlien said, with a grin on his face. "And I you." Fienrir's serious face intimidated the two kings. Fienrir made the first move; he threw his blade at king Syrese, whom easily smashed it into the wall, smashing frozen icicles into them. Fienrir grabbed his blade, slashing the defensless Syrese, knocking him into the wall. Vad'Idlien retalliated by slahing rapidly at him, as Fienrir parried the blows, nearly getting slahed by one. Syrese then hit him into the frozen wall, leaving a blood gush upon the wall. Fienrir stabbed the wall swiftly, as he jumped upon the blade. "What are you doing?" Syrese charged him. Good 'Ol King Syrese... Fienrir thought, as he grabbed the handle of his blade, jumping as swiftly as possible with hs sword. He held the sword behind the kings neck. "I'm sorry..." Fienrir raised his blade, as Vad'Idlien threw his sword in front of Fienrir's strike, blocking the attack and disorienting Fienrir. Syrese reacted, as he pulled the sword out of the wall... Stabbing Fienrir in the chest. Fienrir looked down upon the stab of the blurite sword, as Vad'Idlien stabbed him in the stomach. In unicen, they removed his blade, as he collapsed onto the ground. He was dead. "It seems...You are truly not the one that was meant to liberate this land from it's deadly existence...Through your valiance and your strenth, you made it this far...But only to end in failure." King Vad'Idlien's spirit looked down in agony. "I'm sorry, Fienrir. But it appears the sages made a fault upon your existence; you are no Advent." The spirit's of the two kings spoke with sorrow, as Syrese closed Fienrir's shocked open eyes. "Rest in peace, Fienrir...And good luck in the Heaven's. We await you in your next life." They began to walk away, but were interuppted by Zamorakian's blasting through the frozen door. All of them sighed in awe upon the spirit's, and the exposed flesh of Fienrir's body. **************** "Awaken." Fienrir heard a voice of purity and richeousness. He was upon a golden cloud, unusual and normal of the clouds that were surrounding him, as the other clouds were Twilit. He knew now he was upon the Heavens, as he saw the tower of Saradomin and the mighty structures built around Saradomin. "Saradomin..." Fienrir spoke with agony in his voice. "You, Fienrir, the chosen hero predicted by me and the mighty saes above...Why do you weep, O hero? Why do you agonize?" Saradomin spoke with purity and power within his deep voice. "I am no hero...The kings were sent to test me, right?" "Yes." "Then why, if I am a mighty and powerful hero of the lands, why am I slain so easily? They said, before I died, that my next life awaits the true Advent." "This is true." "Then when do I gain entry to the Heavens, were I can await my next life?" **************** "Mylord." The Zamorakian spoke with grim happiness. "Speak." "Fienrir appears to have been slain by two spirit warriors. His body is lifeless and meaningless, now." "It seems that the hero has fallen," The king spoke with relief, "and we can take down the remainder of the army. If you know of this, you must have taken down the frozen door." "Yes, mylord. But there is more to it than that." "What is wrong?" The king was now scornful and angry. "The spirit's," the Zamorakian said fearfully, "they are protecting his body, and we cannot get by!" **************** "You...Have no place in the Heavens..." Saradomin said, with sadness. "Your place is not here." Fienrir's face filled with anger and sorrow. "Fienrir, your fate is sealed. Your next life is what awaits you. But you may not stay here, understand?" "No...Please, tell me, why can I not have my own place in the lands of Heaven? Tell me what I have done wrong, please,!" "You did nothing wrong." Fienrir's faced with worry. "But you fear too much, Fierir. You are ignorant to the point; have you learned nothing during this journey?" "II have, but I do not---" "You understand. Tiresias told you the most you have needed to know, and yet your soul does not rest until it finds the true fate of the Advent. You have found it: death. That was part of the true meaning." **************** Roald looked with fear into the castle that was covered in nothing but Twilight, as a sound of a tri-horn overtook the earth around were they stood, as the castle shook with a magnitude of screams of battle, too. "Fienrir," Reldo walked next to Roald, as the ground shook, "please, wherever you are, help..." The warriors around Roald were filled with fear. "Roald, we must get ready for battle, under any cost, and under any circumstance!" One warrior said. "Right...Everyone, man your battle-stations...We'll have 'em dead...Pretty soon." Roald said. If not, then now! The warriors took up arms. **************** "Order the troops to take the route cellar out." The dark king said. "The long way? But---" "Now!" The king slammed his fists upon his throne. "Yes, mylord. Right away." The Zamorakian bowed. "Such insolence." The dark king scanned his wall of weapons, looking for a worthy weapon to bring to his side, as the Zamorakian's bomed with a mighty battle cry. **************** "Then what is the other?" Fienrir said, as he stood upon the cloud. "The other true meaning cannot be understood until you know the true meaning of what Tiresias asked you before you departed to the Twilit gates. Do you remember?" "Wait...Yes, I do..." Fienrir clawed back for the memory. Tell me, Fienrir, do you remember your true name? "He asked me, 'Do you remember your true name?'? "Exactly." Saradomin spoke with solemnity in his voice. "This is what you must remember before you can understand your fate. When you died, when you became the One Winged demon as foretold, something was reinkindled inside of you that you were ignorant to even bother to look at. There was a part of you that you never saw. "Fienrir...The other part you didn't see, as you proclaimed yourself as the One Winged Demon, was that you were never really just a demon. You see, it's like me and Zamorak, good and evil, without one, then balance would be thrown off into oblivion, as the sages foretold. Withought good, there is no evil, and without evil, there is no good. Understand?" Fienrir nodded. "Good. But, over the years...Not even good and evil could balance each other out, for evil was obliterating good, blacking it out forever. This is why the sages thought of it if there was a hero that would stop the evil and restore balance to the two. "But there was more to it. In the process of the Advent's creation, of your creation, something was kindled within them to create good and evil with that person. Thus, a God was born." "So you're saying that...I'm a balance?" "Fienrir, I'm saying that, yes. But I'm also saying, can you remember your true name? For if you can, then the rebirth is complete, and life will become yours again, and your power will be known from the land...All the way to the Heavens." "Saradomin...My true name...My true name..." Fienrir reached within a confine of his mind that blocked off the truth, as it slowly opened for him, it revealed serenity and peace. "My true name is Guthix, as you and the Sages told me it would be during my creation." "Fienrir," Saradomin grinned, "I mean...Guthix. The land awaits you." Fienrir watched, as Saradomin took up light in his hands as he sent Fienrir's soul back to his phisical body. Fienrir was happy, as he heard the last encouraging words of Saradomin: "Your power now truly see's no limits; for you and you always will be the Advent, Guthix. Your power of Lunebris is great, as Lunebris is light and darkness, lux and tenebris, and it gives you balance. You truly now have awakened these powers, as you are a God." **************** "The dark army is coming! They are coming!" One of the warriors said, as he gallanty stood upon rubble. Roald knew this was the truth, as the armies approached their final battle front, getting their weapons ready. Roald had taken the first battle front, and he awaited Fienrir to end the war. But it was not so, yet. "Fienrir, if you can hear me...I can use some help...Just kill the damn king, end this war...Help..." "Troops! Be ready! We don't know what they'll do first!" "I---Think I know!" Reldo said, looking high in the sky, to see a falling meteor. "Retreat!" Roald commanded, as the warriors ran to the rubble on the battle field. It seems that it was a diversion and an illusion. They took their front back, as they unloaded the equipment, awaiting the army. **************** Fienrir woke up. He looked around by rolling his eyes, as he saw the two spirit's of the kings fending off two Zamorakian's, killing them with ease. Fienrir knew it was time---He rose to his feet, as the two kings looked at his risen body, his wounds healing rapidly, almost one hundred times faster than a normal human with magics could. "Fienrir..." King Syrese began to kneel. "I mean, Advent, you...May pass!" "You did it...." King Vad'Idlien kneeled, too. "Saradomin said you would do it, that you would remember your true name...As we believed, too. You did it, mylord." Fienrir was suprised. Mylord? "Peace, friends. I forgive you, for your slaying was my reincarnation, as I am here, this is my next life, as you said. This is my next life, and this is what I am." "Then you know what you must do." Syrese handed him his blades. "Please, mylord---" "I will give your son these, and a cremation for your bodies will be preformed, too. Your ashes will be spread out into the trenches mightiest mountains in your honor." "Thank you, mylord...Peace be with you." "Yes, mylord..." King Vad'Idlien happily said. "Peace be with you...Please, bring the remainder of my people to safety." "We are protecting them now..." The two kings looked pleased. "Good bye..." Fienrir began to feel sorrw come upon him. "No, Fienrir. It's never good-bye. We fought you not only to reawaken you, but so we can add our powers to you." "I know it's never good-bye...But I can only fuse my powers with Zamorakian's..." "Belive, Fienrir. Believe, and you will soar..." King Syrese and Vad'Idlien began to melt away, as their power intertwined with Fienrir's. "Wait..." Fienrir paused, as the kings smiled, awaiting his comment. "Good luck, with wherever part of the Heavens you go to..." A tear rolled down Fienrir's eye. "Fienrir..." King Vad'Idlien said. "We are in your land, as we believed in you." The souls departed from the earth, and Fienrir felt a hidden power within him. Remember, Fienrir... The voice of King Syrese echoed within Fienrir's mind, You aren't just a man; but you are a God in spirituality, no matter what. And despite hwtaver your mind thinks...You are never alone. The voice stopped, as another tear rolled down his cheek. I know. I'm not alone. Fienrir thought, as he looked at the sinister door in front of him. **************** The dark king sat among his throne, as he peered into the future in the confines of his mind. "So..." He proclaimed in anger. "It seems Fienrir is still alive. No matter. With this weapon..." He drew his blade that lay next to his throne, a blade that was mixed with twilight and pure darkness. "With this blade, I shall blot out light...Forever." The king laughed, a deep and frightening laugh. "No one opposes King Karomaz Tghiliwt!" The piercing laugh filled the room with darkness.

It's getting more creepy...I'm glad I'm reading this. Taking my mind off of a lot of stuff. Keep going.