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:thumbsup: Nice. Well, actually, I'm nothing close to what you say I am. I don't give a damn about any of that. What does Zomg mean, anyway? (Well, the Z part, anyway). I could seriously care less about any of it. I agree, Runscape stories tend to be boring, and I write almost all of my stuff about other things. But when you said I'm a steriotypical type of person you went a little too far. Steriotype, by the way, is like saying a Mexican is a W-back. Or saying French people are [kitties]. I should know, I get racially steriotyped all of the time, and I do not duplicate other people's actions. Kudos. I agree with you 100% of the way that I was a little mad and not calm. Not only that, but despite that stuff, you inspired me to write my next story, but has nothing to do with Runescape. More of a FF3-FFX and KH mix. Anyway, sorry of any offense I may have inflicted. I'm actually glad of the inspiration. Again, Kudos. =D> P.S. In the good things for me to do section, I played those games. AND when you said Cloud and Sephiroth and the other popular/Famous characters of FF shouldn't have deserved the attention...Well, they did. Although square did focus on the characters, they focused more on the game. Thus, the characters became popular becuase of their actions during the storyline.

I never said it had to be about RS, it would just make sense if it was about RS because your kinda in.....A RS forum. What I found kind of strange was you wrote the stroy about Vivi instead of someone cooler like Sephiroth or Cloud, maybe someone from FFX, or the new FFXII... Thats mostly why I didn't like it, and the fact that it reminded me of the actual game...So calm down... -.-

I guess I'll continue soon.........Depends if anyone reads it.

Lets wait for the main story to be finished, rather than listen to this one. Hey, you know the beggining.

A Note from the Author... Dear reader, You are currently reading a prequal to my current story, Nihil Obstat: The Sin War Chronicles. I definatley would reccomend that you read this first, just so you understand were the character is coming from. It will be a ten chapter story...Nihil Obstat is the new beggining of were this story leaves off...Now, sit back, relax...Let us begin. Prologue The man sat on the stone steps under the shadow of the massive structure of what was Lumbridge castle. He wasn't a wealthy man; he was very poor, and the best kind of armor he could afford was leather. Yet, the man had a sense of peace within himself, as he could have time to think and worship Saradomin, or be a devout. Yet, he had many dreams himself, dreams of helping the army...Dreams of conquest and war. Why would he have such evil thoughts in his mind? "Excuse me!" A man in light blue armor kicked the poor man away from the door, slamming it behind him. He was bruised nearly every day by the cruel, passer-by's that walked by every day. He gasped for air, recovering from the hard kick that was aimed towards his stomach. Not many people knew why a man would sit there, and accept the pain. There was only one reason. That reason was answered with a deep voice eminating froma man in sky blue armor: "Are you alright?" The man looked up, and smiled at the gesture of kindness. "Yes, thank you." The man held out a hand, pulling up the man from his hurt state, and helped him inside to the castle. The conceited men, who were infuriated by the rich man helping a poor, street urchin, followed them. As soon as they reached the top floor, the man in Rune armor started to use magic to heal the poor man's wounds, caring for each and every cut with love and tenderness. The man in Rue also pulled out some freshly cooked foods, and gave them to the man, telling him to relax. "Why are you so kind to me? Is it for publicity? Or fame?" "First off, Roald, I know it's you, so cut the act. You idiot. Just the fact that I had to take you off of those stairs was dispicable." The man frowned, then bowed his head in shame, saying softly: "Fienrir...I'm telling you right now, you did that out of kindness. You didn't know it was me until you saw my scar." Fienrir looked up, a grin on his face. "Good-bye, Roald." "Not so fast." Fienrir shifted his body to see a bunch of men in Rune armor, all with their helmets off, infuriated. "Helping someone like that must be against the law..." Fienrir drew a Dragon two handed blade (which he obtained by killing a Kalphinite Queen). The other men stepped back, all quacking in fear."How many people did you kill with THAT?! It's blood red!" "No one died at the tip of this blade. It's a legendary blade known as a Dragon Blade. Got it memorized?" One man was frightened enough to step back into the stairs, falling down the whole flight. The other men followed; Fienrir knew there was trouble.

I seriously don't know what that has to do with Runescape, but I guess it was alright. I'm a big FF fan, but...Like I said, it was alright...

Note from the author... This is actually only chapter one and the prologue of the story, just for people that want to read if the beggining is any good. If you want to read more, just click the link at the end to view the full length version, and even urrent chapters. There will be a new chapter added soon, too. Lastly, post here or at the page that leads to the link. So, let us begin. Prologue Once, a long, long time ago, in the vast past of Runescapes golden ages and the dawn of the ages of war.... The land was prosperous...Beautiful, and Golden. The many people of Runescape spoke the same language; no other language existed at the time. Discrimination did not exist, nor did hatred, destruction, or Sin. This era was known as the Nativity---The time of "Childhood," for the young, growing world of Runescape. As the Nativity era faded away, the dawn of the new era came; the Golden Age of Runescape. Discrimination started to take its toll on the many races, thus resulting in a revolutionary war, in an uninhabited part of Runescape were Lumbridge now stands. Anyway, the revolution resulted in the deaths of many of the people, and Saradomin was not pleased. People started to turn from him. They started to hate each other, kill and slaughter each other. The Golden age had turned to the Dark Ages of Runescape. There were many battles...But, even in the time of darkness, were all hope faded away from the once happy faces of Runescape... A new God had appeared. The new God claimed to be Zamorak, who promised the people even more power and wealth beyond their wildest dreams. The avarice of men is strong indeed; the monks turned away from Saradomin. Many of the devout and strong warriors of Runescape turned away from their once proud God. Thus, the monks and warriors created an alliance known as the Warriors of Zamorak. The once proud and strong men fell under the strings of the mighty Zamorak. The wealth and luster that man had contained in the land for centuries had failed. The lust for power and greed was very great indeed, for the foolish men and women; but the still proud and devout men of Saradomin's army stood tall, for their families, friends, and their homes... Among these men was a warrior named... Chapter 1: Edge "Fienrir!" The young prince shouted at the man in Dragon armor. Fienrir quickly turned around to see the young Prince Roald, in golden trimmed wizard armor, holding a Saradomin prayer book and a large staff. "I finally caught up to you!" Roald was panting very hard. "YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re not very physically fit at all." Fienrir said sharply. Fienrir laughed, Roald wheezed and panted, trying to laugh, too. "I haven't seen you in..." Roald started to count with his fingers, still panting hard, "I think two months. You have been training! Look at you, youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re in Dragon armor, a Gold cape, gold boots, a Dragon two-handed sword, Gold gloves...Need I say more?" "You've said enough." Fienrir though it was funny how a prince, especially Roald, a young and spoiled prince, admired an outsider such as he. But sometimes he understood; the prince had to stay home and learn how to be like a king, and could never leave the castle, unless he was going with a guard. Fienrir always volunteered. He liked Roald, and to be friends with him meant he wouldn't have to treat him any different from any other person in the land. At least, thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s what Roald told him. "I'm sorry that I'm excited...But being one of my only adventurous friends, I like to hear whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s going on in the outside world." So Fienrir told him. He told him of the mighty Dust Devils, the Kalphinite Queen, the Lesser and Greater demons, and the other dangerous monsters that he killed in cold blood. He told him of his techniques of becoming rich (although they never worked). He then told him of the uprising of the Zamorak warriors. He thought for a second, and was partially reluctant in saying anything of the Zamorak warriors; especially of the sabotage missions that he had gone on. But Roald had heard rumors of these things, and told Fienrir not to worry about getting in trouble. The two young men looked into the horizon to see a small, yet very clear view of the big city of Edge. When they both arrived into the town, they immediately looked around for any rare and valuable items, such as amulets, armor of any type, and some food. Fienrir grabbed as much sharks and lobsters and swordfish that his pack could hold, and Roald came back with nothing but a small, black amulet. "What's this!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

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Wow. One word says it all. A++++++++++++(I could go on forever) 10/10 worth EVERY second!

Chapter 8: Unfufilled Memories The warriors scattered, and Fienrir whatched as they all entered their stations and began recrunstruction on the shattered weapons from the previous battle. The only thing Fienrir was truly worried about now is that he had to devise a plan in order to get to Vad'Idlien. You see, the barrier that tests your heart and allows you to pass if you are pure, that is only one part to the truly challenging part. Fienrir thought it was simple. Slay monsters and other horrible sigts to behold and dodge traps in order to reach the barrier, were you are tested. Simple. They called this the Gauntlet, the one place that anyone should fear if they choose to imagrate to Vad'Idlien. "Fienrir..." Vincent stood next to him, his blood-red eyes gleaming in the twilight. "Vincent...What's the matter? You need something?" "I needed to talk to you...About the Oracle..." "He never mentioned you..." "I know...But how, just how, are we going to get passed the damn Gauntlet? No one has since the creation of it." Vincent said in his deep voice. "I...Don't know...But I need to ask you something myself...Give this map to Reldo, will ya? It contains the renaiming of this land, Edgeville I call it. The map is so we can record the Gauntlet and Vad'Idlien itself." "That is, if we make it back alive." "Stop being so damn negative." Fienrir shoved the map into Vincent's chest. "Come on...I know we've never got along, but everyone's counting on us, so let's make this time we have in war with eachother...Memorable, huh?" Fienrir held out his hand. "I was just about to say the same thing..." He shook Fienrir's hand respectfully, then did something Fienrir had never seen him do. Smiled. "Thanks, Vincent." "Now what should we do?" Fienrir angrily asked. "How should I know, we're gonna have to pass those damn Zamorak warriors come the end of the Gauntlet. They were smart; they knew we were coming. Those kiniving son's of--- "Listen, I can take em' on. So calm it down. We have our teams ready, and we can get to the end without fail. We leave at the regular planned time." Thus the conversation ended, Roald and Reldo both leaving the small room, leaving Fienrir to ponder his own thoughts. Suddenly, a ring started to sting his ears, then, he fell to the floor... "So, Fienrir...Do you swear to uphold the laws within our sacred clan? If we ask for a blood sacrifice, will you be willing to kill someone without question? Will you kill yourself without question? The sacred duty within our clan must stay hidded...The Warrior's Zamorak will never be known to another soul except you. Do you understand?" "Yes, mylord." Fienrir bowed to Zamorak's alter, not Knoing what he was doing. "Then, take this knife, and reveal your true loyalty to Zamorak!" The mysterious man exclaimed, the rest of the Zamorak knights cheering. Taking the knife, he took a deep breathe, knowing the consiquences of what might happen next. He took the knife and sliced part of his skin off, blood dripping down his arm, then placed it over a little pool of water, werein some of the care-takers bandaged his hand. "Welcome...To the Knights of Zamorak!" "Damn you, wake up!" Fienrir jumped up, thinking at first that he was still sleeping, but realized after a punch across the face he was truly awake. In front of him, Vincent and Reldo stood, both looking displeased. "What---Are we finally leaving?" "Yes," Vincent said with a hiss, "Now get up. Damn, you were really out cold, huh? How much have you been drinking?" Fienrir yawned, stretching his body, and then said: "Nothing. But, I had a strange dream...Almost like Deja Vu or something. But it was pretty creepy." "The other's are waiting. Hurry up!" Vincent said, as he exited to the room, followed by Reldo, leaving the door open. Fienrir's eyes lit up. He got up, then looked at the proud warriors already stationed, and he wasn't in the same room as he was in before, he realized. He was in a mini room, but it was a makeshift center for him until they eased up and were raring to go. Fienrir made sure that all of his armor was still on him, and exited the tent. Almost every warrior held a torck, but Fienrir got a staff torch, to recognize he was the leader. So Fienrir began: "So it finally begins! My brother's and Sister's! The Gauntlet is a very dangerous place to tred; but fear not! You have all been divided up to what seems to be stations to kill the sections of monsters...I hope none of you are foolish enough to enter unless you have a pure heart." Everyone let out a battle-cry, all rallied up and ready. "If these monsters wnat us to die...You better damn believe that we're gonna give em all we got before we go! Now onward!" The last battle-cry. Every warrior began to march. Every man and women ready, knowing what they were doing. Or Fienrir hoped. They arrived. The first thing that crossed Fienrir's mind was this: How can Zamorak warriors get through the barrier? A really random thought, but he was pondering to himself already. He would figure it out later. Now was the time for battle. Withdrawing his sword, he raised it in the air, halting all movement from the army. He looked around the Hell-hole; hills upon hills of nothing, but scorpians ruled here, and some rifts were torn in the ground, and he saw the Zamorak warriors. This is all? He inhaled, then gently exhaled, as he threw down his sword, screaming: Onwards!" The battle-cry agin, as Fienrir led the army into battle. The sections then split into a grand delta formation, Fienrir running down the middle, Vincent going to slay Giants, and Roald leading the men to the scorpians. Fienrir arrived at the site were they were stationed, but no Zamorak warriors could be found. But Fienrir knew they were close by; he heard the foot-steps, and their childish giggling. But then he heard somthing else, and something that made him start to give him fear. "What is that?" Reldo asked, mapping out the area. "Idiot...Stop mapping out the area...There's a damn dragon nearby...Probably released by the warriors..." Everyone paused, each scanning every part of the area to make sure there wasn't one close by. "Sire, I see no---" The scream could be heard for miles. Claws were sticking out of the warriors heart, chest, and stomach. The fist of the dragon was unbielevably massive; the dragon was bigger than any other one Fienrir had seen. "Damn!" Fienrir exclaimed, then held out his sword to the dragon: "Form delta! Now!" The warriors that were with him already circled the dragon to confound me. Too easy. "Now, right side, hit his head to distract him! I'll deliver the final blow!" The men started to hit his ear, as the dragon clamped it's jaw in front of them, and Fienrir ran over to deliver the blow--- Succesful. The dragon fell to the ground. That was possibly to easy--- Fienrir felt a large weapon hit his stmoach, and he instantly started to black out. He looked up to see a familiar warrior, a wariror he thought he had slain... Sikie. He looked down to see the maul, the fell to his side, as he heard him say: "Missed me? Yes you did." Damn! Fienrir exclaimed in his mind. "Well, like I said before, Good night!" He raised the maul, above his head, but a sword implaed him instantaneously. Sikie fell, and behind him, fearlessly holding the dragon two handed sword was Reldo, his legs shaking, his breathing hard. "I'm proud of you, Reldo." He weezed and gasped for air. "Get up! The dragon was only a distraction, we won!" He heard the vast victory cries from the warriors from all over. He closed his eyes as he faded into a black out. Fienrir couldn't remember a thing. He burned down the church of Zamorak. Killed the leader. Killed his so-called friends. They didn't even like him. They tricked him. They tried to make him destroy the churches of Saradomin, they made him attempt to assasinate people, and when he was about to do these things he refused. The tortured him, burned him with heated shards of metals, cut him...Many things. So he murdered them, and now, he doesn't even know his place... "Through the water on him." Water met Fienrir's heated up body, and he sprung awake. he couldn't remember anything, but remembered the dream he had. But this was no dream, he thought. I blacked out...I...Remember... "We at the end?" "Yessir. We are here...The Twilight Gates." He looked at the sparkiling red and gold mixed barrier, shped like two, gargantuan doors. But he couldn't focus. He remembered those things that he nearly did, those dreams weren't dreams. They were memories. His memories...

I'm not a totally big fan of bio's, but man that was good! I liked it because this is how I feel whenever I play Runescape today. Like you, I lost most of my friends on Runescape, and only 2 remain. I've joined many clans, but all were bad. One question before differences: Who was the person that got banned? The only difference(s) here is that you became a member and I didn't yet. Soon though :D another difference is that I've been playing for only a year and I'm level 63...Maybe when I become a member I'll PM you...Anyway, nice stroy!

chapters 8-11 coming soon... :D

Wow. I really mean that. Like archimage said, it is very repulsive what people do to stay alive. You are a really good writer in poetry, and this particular poem I thought as a song. I can hear the beat and everything rushing through my head! I'm not great at poetry, and I already said your good, I can see more in the future, maybe a story similar to this poem. :D

Prologue Once, a long, long time ago, in the vast past of Runescapes golden ages and the dawn of the ages of war.... The land was prosperous...Beautiful, and Golden. The many people of Runescape spoke the same language; no other language existed at the time. Discrimination did not exist, nor did hatred, destruction, or Sin. This era was known as the Nativity---The time of "Childhood," for the young, growing world of Runescape. As the Nativity era faded away, the dawn of the new era came; the Golden Age of Runescape. Discrimination started to take its toll on the many races, thus resulting in a revolutionary war, in an uninhabited part of Runescape were Lumbridge now stands. Anyway, the revolution resulted in the deaths of many of the people, and Saradomin was not pleased. People started to turn from him. They started to hate each other, kill and slaughter each other. The Golden age had turned to the Dark Ages of Runescape. There were many battles...But, even in the time of darkness, were all hope faded away from the once happy faces of Runescape... A new God had appeared. The new God claimed to be Zamorak, who promised the people even more power and wealth beyond their wildest dreams. The avarice of men is strong indeed; the monks turned away from Saradomin. Many of the devout and strong warriors of Runescape turned away from their once proud God. Thus, the monks and warriors created an alliance known as the Warriors of Zamorak. The once proud and strong men fell under the strings of the mighty Zamorak. The wealth and luster that man had contained in the land for centuries had failed. The lust for power and greed was very great indeed, for the foolish men and women; but the still proud and devout men of Saradomin's army stood tall, for their families, friends, and their homes... Among these men was a warrior named... Chapter 1: Edge "Fienrir!" The young prince shouted at the man in Dragon armor. Fienrir quickly turned around to see the young Prince Roald, in golden trimmed wizard armor, holding a Saradomin prayer book and a large staff. "I finally caught up to you!" Roald was panting very hard. "YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re not very physically fit at all." Fienrir said sharply. Fienrir laughed, Roald wheezed and panted, trying to laugh, too. "I haven't seen you in..." Roald started to count with his fingers, still panting hard, "I think two months. You have been training! Look at you, youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re in Dragon armor, a Gold cape, gold boots, a Dragon two-handed sword, Gold gloves...Need I say more?" "You've said enough." Fienrir though it was funny how a prince, especially Roald, a young and spoiled prince, admired an outsider such as he. But sometimes he understood; the prince had to stay home and learn how to be like a king, and could never leave the castle, unless he was going with a guard. Fienrir always volunteered. He liked Roald, and to be friends with him meant he wouldn't have to treat him any different from any other person in the land. At least, thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s what Roald told him. "I'm sorry that I'm excited...But being one of my only adventurous friends, I like to hear whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s going on in the outside world." So Fienrir told him. He told him of the mighty Dust Devils, the Kalphinite Queen, the Lesser and Greater demons, and the other dangerous monsters that he killed in cold blood. He told him of his techniques of becoming rich (although they never worked). He then told him of the uprising of the Zamorak warriors. He thought for a second, and was partially reluctant in saying anything of the Zamorak warriors; especially of the sabotage missions that he had gone on. But Roald had heard rumors of these things, and told Fienrir not to worry about getting in trouble. The two young men looked into the horizon to see a small, yet very clear view of the big city of Edge. When they both arrived into the town, they immediately looked around for any rare and valuable items, such as amulets, armor of any type, and some food. Fienrir grabbed as much sharks and lobsters and swordfish that his pack could hold, and Roald came back with nothing but a small, black amulet. "What's this!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

For all of you that didn't get the meaning of the stroy... You have seemed to have recopied a RuneScape version of Full Metal Alchemist (Final season done, people this show rocks it's a must see) anime on t.v. Wasn't impressed at all, especially with the exclamation marks after every sentence!! It looks childish. But you recopied the show because the main character uses alchemy to ressurect his mother (which is a forbbiden alchemy, for anyone who doesn't know) and his brother loses his body, he loses his arm, then sacrifices his leg to bring back his bro. And that's it, so don't EVER try to make FMA (Full metal alchemist) into RSA (RuneScape alchemist).

Chapter 4: The consequences of Sin Fienrir woke up to a loud thump. Looking over to his side, he saw, and this wasn't to his suprise, Reldo picking himself up from the dirt floor. "Reldo..." Fienrir said in a weak, screechy voice. "Fienrir...Your finally awake!" Reldo excitedly said. He quickly walked over to his bed, limping in the process. Fienrir could only stare at Reldo's battle scars that covered his body. Naturally, Fienrir thought, he attempted to protect my body during another barrage of barbarians. "Not really." Fienrir found himself saying. "I feel like I was-" "Attacked during your coma? Yes, and I protected you. But to no avail, as I was nearly slain myself." Reldo chuckled in his high toned laugh, and Fienrir quietly rested his head on the confort of his pillow. As he did this, Reldo pulled out a small, onyx amulet out of his pocket and threw it at Fienrir. "I guess it must have slipped off." Fienrir said to him. "No, I used it...But, naturally, nothing ever works for me." "Don't take this off of me under any circumstance..." Fienrir replied angrily as he restrung it to his neck. He then replied: "Nothing ever does work for you...I just realized that." Reldo sat down, pulled out a small book, and angrily stared at it's contents. He just wants sympothy from me, Fienrir thought. "I see you are finally awake." Roald leaned on the entrance of the small medical center. "Wow...A lot has happened since you passed out." "Take a load off and tell me the story." Fienrir said. He then climbed out of the bed, lifted Reldo off of his chair, then offered the seat to Roald. Roald broke out in laughter, and Reldo walked out of the tent, still reading his book. "When you passed out, a lot of strange things happened. Man, I haven't seen that bad of a genocide since the revolution. Well, anyway, the barbarians saw this as a chance to attack, and let their forces invade half of edge, and they claimed it. But they let us keep this half of Edge, along with the battle scared fields on which you rest on now." Roald walked towards the entrance, then continued: "Get back into your armor...My father has called a meeting..." With that, he walked out of the tent, leaving Fienrir to dress. Fienrir reluctantly exited the tent, not knowing what to expect. But he forced himself to enter, because if he didn't, Roald would probably force him. Fienrir did look at the bloody bodies that now inhabited the ground; he also saw armor scattered across the vast battlefields, along with pieces of weapons, and jewelry. But Fienrir really wanted to see the spot were he killed the barbarians. He was glad that his heart was now filled with love, the hate drained away from his body, the rage receded into the cesspool inside his body. He arrived at the spot, stoping on the way, tending to warriors that were still alive, and bringing them to their hospital wings. But what he had done, what he had failed to done...Fienrir now wanted to take back being a warrior. But he knew: A heart of a wolf was suited for him. How else was he going to tend to his desires, now that Fenrir was released? Looking around at the dead bodies, he knew they couldn't have stood a chance against him. His heart strated to beat faster. He looked at the broken weapons and armor, because of his hatred and desire to kill, they were scattered all over the field. His head heated up, then pounded. He looked at the impalements he had done, the bodies stacked up on the rune spear, the tip bloody. His legs started to fail. He saw the massacred children. Tears started to roll down his eyes, warm as blood. But then Fienrir realized he was crying and sweating blood, then he fell to the ground in shock. Then the call of his name woke hime from his trance. Throbing his head, he saw Roald run at a paced speed, supporting him, then picking him up. "Wha...What happened?" Fienrir's eyes rolled around his head. "You saw the war grounds...I've never seen...I mean..." Roald couldn't finish the sentence correctly, nor could he even mumble to himself. Leaning against Roald for a few seconds, he fully awaoke from his trance, standing up perfectly. Roald then held up his hands, asking him how many fingers was he holding up, was he going to be okay, things that Fienrir wasn't concerned with. Then Roald said, in a gentle voice: "We are not angered by what you did...But the rage you're body had wielded was enough to kill an entire army of barbarians. If you had not have fainted, all of those bararians would be dead. But you made a difference, you stoped most of them from coming...I think that was really inspiring. That made the rest of us defend the rest of the town." Roald cast a smile, then left Fienrir to his state of mind. "So...Saradomin...This is my purpose...To kill? Or is it to save? I did both, apparently, but I feel as though I devastated an entire race of humans, scarring them...I don't know what to think anymore. So..." Fienrir looked up into the clouded, blue sky, "Is this is what you meant by facing the consequences? Because I just faced my ultimate consequence: Sin. The consequences of Sin. I killed people, saving others, broke your covenant---The consequences of Sin." A raindrop fell from the sky, dozens more meeting the soft, fermented ground. As he walked away, he said a silent prayer, or what he thought was silent. His prayer was heard by Roald, who waited by the gate: "Help these men, women, and children, their kin in the future, and the many lives that were devastated in this battle, be brought together with us in harmony. Please, stop crying, Saradomin. I promise to reedem myself of my sins, and make you happy. Please, stop crying, Saradomin. The evil will go away soon. Please, stop crying." Chapter 5: The Deal for Redemption Fienrir and Roald did not make a sound to each other on the way back. Fienrir's prayer echoed in his mind, repeating it over and again. Roald was doing a soft prayer, Fienrir could tell, for the rain to stop. Fienrir laughed over this. But that was the only sound made all trip. And, miraculously, the rain stopped, right at the time the two men got to the mighty dome of Edge. "Fienrir, my father is going to call you up...He is going to...Well, you'll see." Great, Fienrir thought, the king is probably going to have me executed. Fienrir knew that might be the case. People that commit mass genocide, friend or foe, are sentenced to the gallows at the place of genocide. Some are just banished. Roald knew what he pondered. "He isn't going to kill you---That's all I can say." Relief went through Fienrir's body. He then released the tension out of his muscles, then stepped into the gate of the dome. Every person in Runescape always saw it as a privilege to enter the dome. The massive, sculpted gold statues of the mighty Saradomin (In an artists visual) welcomed the many warriors or invited guests to the massive meetings such as this. Rows upon rows of seats filled the room, like a collesium, and the center of the dome was a podium and seats were the chosen officers of Runescape sit. Every seat was made of gold, but had cushions on the seats so the seat wouldn't fel like a rock under them. The banners that encircled the dome were set up upon the walls of gold. The one banner Fienrir looked at was a banner of a wolves face, holding in it's mouth a sword known as the Silverlight sword. That's who I am...Fienrir thought angrily. Both Fienrir and Roald were invited to sit in the front, because most of the officers were out on guard to keep guard. Fienrir wasn't sure what to say to the butlers that were walking around, food in one of the plates they held, the other refreshments for everyone. Strange...Fienrir thought, they only hire butlers and maids on special occasions...He was about to lose his mind through a trail of thoughts when a boom of a voice made everyone silent: "ATTENTION! THIS AUDIENCE WILL NOW BE IN ORDER FOR THE WAR TACTICS MEETING!" War Tactics? Fienrir didn't like the sound of that. "MAY I INTRODUCE THE KING, KING SYRESE!" The booming echo died down, and everyone listened intently, as an old man, his white beard waving as he walked towards the potium. Syrese positioned himself at the potium, making sure that every aspect of him was perfect. Then he bagen to speak: "Welcome! As you may all know, the battle between Edge and the barbarians didn't end quite well. It ended with loss of pride, hope, and joy in us all. Many of us are discusted to what they could have done to us. And many of you are spreading rumord of Fienrir's uncontrollable rampage." Fienrir sighed, thinking to himself how bad he made it sound. "Well, I come here today to dispel those damn lies and tell the truth." He let out a sigh, whiped the sweat that rolled down his old, wrinkled face, then continued: "We all came, meaning the warriors and mages, to make a battle plan to attack the Zamorakians. But we were side tracked in the proscess, as Fienrir found two imposters and slayed them both. But while he was doing that, we were attacked by the warriors from the sea, the barbarians. Fienrir didn't know about the small battle that took place because he was side tracked at the time. "But when he did find out, the battle was almost complete. My son, Roald, joined me, but we lost Reldo. The conflict brought us to a conclusion that we had lost him to battle. So your other rumors of Fienrir murdering him are dipelled at this moment forth. "Anyway, when Fienrir arrived at the scene, he was enraged, and he did commit mass genocide, but saved us all in the proscess. Luckly, Fenrir was unable to complete the deed, and Fienrir overcompinsated, fainting in the process. This gave the barbarians another chance, although they were retreating from Fienrir. When they saw him fall, they attacked the rest of the perimeter, and then claimed there part of the land not far from here. They have made a pact with us that they will not attack us in any way. "Finally, you are all wondering what I meant by Fenrir...But I know that you people know he contains, within his heart, Fenrir. You know the story. The person who is in the story is just revealed." He ended with that, and everyone broke into conversation, each glancing at Fienrir occasionally. As Fienrir looked up, he saw Syrese walk up to him, and he asked him gently: "You may tell what to do in the battles that are coming." Fienrir reluctantly walked up to the potium, and, to his suprise, everyone hushed almost immediatley. He cleared his throat, took a deep breate, then he started were the king left off: "Everyone...Has lost some one in this battle. It was unexpected, dispicable, and gruesome at the most. But we cannot let that sorrow overtake us. I have already expelled the thoughts that I held when I killed those people. People that I know say that I'm a hero for that. But I'm no hero." The croud immediatley started to converse over what he said, but hushed after thirty seconds. "I killed those people because Fenrir inhabits my body, he used my rage as a chance to escape and obliterate. And now, you and the barbarians sing dirges of their deaths! It is because of that I must make my journey. The journey to kill the Zamorakians. My journey of redemption. But..." Fienrir paused. "I cannot...Travel Vad'Idlien alone." Almost instantaneously, Reldo and Roald rose, and walked towards the potium, then turned and faced the croud. "Is there no one else?" More people came, soon-to-be enough for a recon team of one-hundred. Each Fienrir knew as people he trained with and fought with, each the strongest, at the peak with Fienrir. Fienrir could name a few; there was Cid, a man that specialized in stealth, then Captain Ned, as people called him. He always piloted the ships of war, but was very good with swordplay. He could name only one more, his brother-in-arms, Vincent. They have battled in wars together, and neither of them ever complained about one-another's company, although they disliked each other. "We have our army." Syrese said, walking up to them, then took a small mallet and hit it against the potium, saying: "Good luck, Fienrir. May your sword stay sharp. Please, come back soon with the fools of Zamorak, or at least kill them and bring me their hides." Syrese grinned, Fienrir laughed, then they shook hands, and parted from each other's sight. Chapter 6: The Twilight Path Any smart person who lived near Vad'Idlien knew well enough that it was hard to enter. Only people, who's heart is as pure as gold, may enter. Warriors have automatic entrance, because of the battles they did to make Runescape a better place. Fienrir was no exception, although of the genocide he commited. If there was any other lame excuse, it was "Fenrir did it!" But Fienrir took responsibility for it anyway, although it was the spirit. Fienrir wanted to know, though, how a spirit of a monster could possibly break loose at a strange time...Why not other battles, why not times were he also acted out of revenge? "Fienrir, a word?" Roald tuged on Fienrir's chaim mail. Nodding, he followed Roald out into the twilit skies and the broad, lit fields. So the conversation (although short) began: "Roald, are you sure that you can travel Vad'Idlien? It's damn near a death sentance, for if you cannot make it through the twilight path, then you'll die." Finishing off the sentance, Fienrir knew Roald was frustrated, scared, and confused all together. But Roald replied in a strong voice: "I'm going. I'm strong enough." Fienrir predicted that he would mention his brother. "But my brother..." Five points for me, Fienrir thought. "Reldo will come. You do not have to fear for his safety. I will protect him...I know he's wondering if I will let him come. Notify him at once...I...Have some business of my own." Roald smiled, than ran off to tell him the news. Fienrir watched him walk away into the distance, his figure growing smaller, but a new view came into place. He remembered the memory of the near death expierience, and will never forget: the Oracle and the white mountains. Back then, he wasn't strong, but... "Hello Fienrir." The oracle said to him. "How do you-" "Know your name! HA! I'm the oracle, my boy...Now tell me; what do you want to know?" Fienrir shivered, absolutely no armor on, almost frost bitten from the snow that barraged his body, and the cold that made him tremble like an earthquake. "Wh-What does m-my future hold b-b-before m-me?" He said slowely, shivering in the process. "Your future..." The Oracle closed his eyes, and quickly reopened them, worry in his eyes. "I feel...Anguish and hate. You will be the most splendid and powerful warrior that ever treded Runescape, but...Beyond anguish lies choice. Not even I know what choice you'll make." Fienrir fell to his knees, then fainted. "Thank-you..." He said when he fell to unconsciousness. Fienrir remembered that he woke in a warm, household, and a maid catered to him, supplying him with great armor and weapons (Considered be Black armor was strong back in these days). The Oracle was always a good sumaritan in his eyes.From that day forth, he played by the rules of life, never breaking any, until he broke the covanent. So he decided, awakening from the deep trance: "I'm gonna climb those mountains...I made my choice of rage, and I need to know what I should beware of now." Swiftly, he ran towards the distant mountains, not thinking of what dangers could happen in his absence. After an hour of running in an extreme speed, he arrived at the entrance, two torches flaring their fiery rage and welcoming the guest to what would seem like Hell. Fienrir knew; he expierienced it once. But Dragon armor is quite warm and cozy, so he thought he would be fine on the journey up. The beggining wasn't so bad, but the worse was yet to come, and in the distance, were Fienrir was to foolish to look upon... "Were in the Hell is Fienrir?" Syrese shouted to the warriors, accompanied by Roald. "We don't know! Roald said he last saw him---" An arrow impaled th warriors heart, the warrior falling, dead as a door nail. "Father! He---Oh, Saradomin, were is he?" Roald pulled out his prayer book, made a quick prayer for protection, then sent firebolt's at the nearby Zamorak warriors, killing them. Looking back at the dome, though, the most horrific and cruel sight of terror occured... "Ayequehynm!" The cloaked wizard of Zamorak rose his hand at the dome. Every warrior stopped, every smile dissapeared, except the cruel Zamorak praisers who removed their helmets with there sick, grim smiles. Darkness ingulfed the East, and a lightning bolt struck the dome. "Oracle! I seek you out!" Fienrir shouted into the darkness. Sure enough, the same, cheery voice was heard in the howling winds: "Fienrir, m' boy! It's been a while, quite enough." He appeared, a smile streached across his white, pale skin. "I know why you are here. Choice. You made it, now you want to hear it. Then come with me, and you need not say a word, unless you think nessesary." Fienrir followed him into a small cave, cozy and warm, walls decorated, and animal hides for warmth. The Oracle offered Fienrir a seat, then began his long explanation: "You see, I knew that you would come to me when you made a bad choice. It was intended. If you made a good choice, you wouldn't be here. It's all human nature for us to commit sin, and for us to ask for forgivness from Saradomin. This has been since the beggining. Well, your future has many paths, and you follow the twilight path of destruction. It's only called this because wars will unfold upon you, and choices will be made in order for you to exist. Sin...Mabye none...All choices by you. "You see, the twilight path has never been attempted navagation for a long time. Only one other person did. He was the mightiest before your time, but fury and rage brought him against Saradomin. Saradomin was stronger, though. He was driven to insanity, enough to murder himself, storing the spirit of Fenrir within an amulet made of onyx. You wear it now. The Amulet of Fenrir, the amulet that all of his fury and rage were put into. Lucky for you, Saradomin removed the spirit, but you had a chat with him, and you've learned that he stored the spirit within you. "It is not that he hates you. He thinks that you are the person that can destroy those Zamorak warriors. He was correct, I think, you are very strong, and your heart is pure. He loves you enough to trust you with a spirit that would thirst for blood. The spirit, though...The spirit saw it's chance to see the gruesome fields of war, and took over your body, as you know. But, as you thought on your way up, what could have stigmatised this occurence? I cannot see what happens next, or what comes next. It's up to you..." "Thank-you Oracle. You've told what I needed to know. I shall take my-" A large explosion, followed by an implosion. Fienrir and the Oracle jumped, both running ouside with fear in their eyes. Fienrir looked, and sure enough, agony took over his soul. There, in the distance, the warriors of Saradomin knocked off their feet by the implosion, and the cloaked warriors of Zamorak were taking their leave by means of teleportation. The dome crumbled inside and out, the massive structure failing. Fienrir didn't care what happened there, but feared the safety of the others. He was already at the peak of the second mountain, running at a fast speed, his heart filled with anguish and disbelief. Why didn't I look back?

Prologue Once, a long, long time ago, in the vast past of Runescapes golden ages and the dawn of the ages of war.... The land was prosperous...Beautiful, and Golden. The many people of Runescape spoke the same language; no other language existed at the time. Discrimination did not exist, nor did hatred, destruction, or Sin. This era was known as the Nativity-The time of "Childhood," for the young, growing world of Runescape. As the Nativity era faded away, the dawn of the new era came; the Golden Age of Runescape. Discrimination started to take its toll on the many races, thus resulting in a revolutionary war, in in uninhabited part of Runescape were Lumbridge now stands. Anyway, the revolution resulted in the deaths of many of the people, and Saradomin was not pleased. People started to turn from him. They started to hate each other, kill and slaughter each other. The Golden age had turned to the Dark Ages of Runescape. There were many battles...But, even in the time of darkness, were all hope faded away from the once happy faces of Runescape... A new God had appeared. The new God claimed to be Zamorak, who promised the people even more power and wealth beyond their wildest dreams. The avarice of men is strong indeed; the monks turned away from Saradomin. Many of the devout and strong warriors of Runescape turned away from their once proud God. Thus, the monks and warriors created an alliance known as the Warriors of Zamorak. The once proud and strong men fell under the strings of the mighty Zamorak. The wealth and luster that man had contained in the land for centuries had failed. The lust for power and greed was very great indeed, for the foolish men and women; but the still proud and devout men of Saradomin's army stood tall, for their families, friends, their homes... Among these men was a warrior named... Chapter 1: Edge "Fienrir!" The young prince shouted at the man in Dragon armor. Fienrir quickly turned around to see the young Prince Roald, in golden trimmed wizard armor, holding a Saradomin prayer book and a large staff. "I finally caught up to you!" Roald was panting very hard. "Your not very phisically fit at all." Fienrir said sharply. Fienrir laughed, Roald weezed and panted, trying to laugh, too. "I haven't seen you in..." Roald started to count with his fingers, still panting hard, "I think two months. You have been training! Look at you, your in Dragon armor, a Gold cape, gold boots, a Dragon two-handed sword, Gold gloves...Need I say more?" "You've said enough." Fienrir though it was funny how a prince, especially Roald, a young and spoiled prince, admired an outsider such as he. But sometimes he understood; the prince had to stay home and learn how to be like a king, and could never leave the castle, unless he was going with a guard. Fienrir always volunteered. He liked Roald, and to be friends with him meant he wouldn't have to treat him any different from any other person in the land. At least, thats what Roald told him. "I'm sorry that I'm excited...But being one of my only adventurous friends, I like to hear whats going on in the outside world." So Fienrir told him. He told him of the mighty Dust Devils, the Kalphinite Queen, the Lesser and Greater demons, and the other dangerous monsters that he killed in cold blood. He told him of his techniques of becoming rich (although they never worked). He then told him of the uprising of the Zamorak warriors. He thought for a second, and was partially reluctant in saying anything of the Zamorak warriors; especially of the sabotage missions that he had gone on. But Roald had heard rumors of these things, and told Fienrir not to worry about getting in trouble. The two young men looked into the horizon to see a small, yet very clear view of the big city of Edge. When they both arrived into the town, they immediatley looked around for any rare and valuable items, such as amulets, armor of any type, and some food. Fienrir grabbed as much sharks and lobsters and swordfish that his pack could hold, and Roald came back with nothing but a small, black amulet. "What's this!" Fienrir gasped to the site of the Amulet of Fenrir (or what would be called an amulet of fury now). "Roald, how did you get-" "It's for you, and don't worry about paying me back; you needed an amulet, and the man said this one would be the best. When I enchanted it, it was like controlling the spirit of Fenrir myself; take it. You rightfully deserve it." Fienrir took it without any question. He looked at the magnificent beauty of the onyx amulet, and suprisingly, he saw the enchantment as clear as the dark night sky, for the amulet was as red as fire in the center of the amulet, glowing as the flames of his heart raged inside himself. "I cannot thank you enough." He said as he strung it around his neck. Roald just nodded and grinned at the gleaming eyes of Fienrir. But through the moment of peace and tranquility, a booming voice made them both jump off the ground: "ALL OF YOU MAGGOTS WHO WISH TO JOIN THE ARMY REPORT TO THE BASE IMMEDIATLEY...NO COMPLAINTS!" Fienrir knew who this man was. He was General Skiff, the attack-tactics general for the army of Runescape. At least two-hundred thousand men stood inside a very cramped tent (about the size of a circus tent, but with no seats) all with adamant or rune armor on. As Fienrir entered the tent, many of the envious and jealous faces of the warriors around him watched as he entered the tent. Did I forget to mention that he was famous? Well, Fienrir had a very well known reputation around Runescape as the only warrior to get Dragon armor, and a two-handed sword. His reputation was spread far across the land, and he was the most powerful man in Runescape. "ATTENTION!" Genral Skiff came into view. He was in Gold trimmed rune armor, a gold cape, and no helmet. His long blonde hair was wildly spread across his back, and his mustache was very thick. He glanced at Fienrir, then signaled him over as soon as everyone hushed When he stepped up onto the stage, the envious faces of the jealous men faded away, and they looked at him with serious faces, respecting him highly and listening intently. "Everyone," he said in a projected voice, "the monks of Saradomin have turned away from us all. They now seek refuge deeper into the Golden lands of Vad'Idlien, in a reatreat in the secluded mountains. They are worshipping a new God, one who calls himself Zamorak. Some of you have heard of this, some of you may not have. But none of you have heard of this part of the news." Fienrir took a deep breathe, "They have threatened to destroy all parts of our prosperous lands, from Edge all of the way to Falador. This means only one thing..." He took a long pause, then grimly smiled, his eyes burning like a torch. He gripped the handle of his sword, and drew it from its sheath from his back, then rested it across his right shoulder. "War." Chapter 2: Zamorak's Terrorists Every man in the tent froze. Some even started to bawl, like frightened and confused kids. None of them have ever been to war before, let alone a battle as big as this would be. "EVERY ONE! GET OVER IT!" A strange energy gathered around his sword, and, grabbing it with both hands, he swung it with immense power, letting out a shock wave across the tent. He then withdrew his blade. Everyone was silent, no longer shken but shocked back into the world. He sighed, the continued: "You must believe in yourself. If one believes in himself, then that man will unlock a power never intended to be revealed. Acting frightened isn't going to stop the war. It's just gonna show those warriors that we are vulnerable, that we can be destroyed easily. Right now, I have noticed that there are a couple of spies from Zamorak right now." Fienrir slowly walked off the stage, slowly walking down the rows of the men. "You are probably thinking 'Thats absurd, he knows nothing.' But believe me..." Fienrir stopped at a nervous looking man, "I can tell the protagonists from the antagonists!" He drew his sword and swung at the defensless man, knocking him back-wards into another man behind him. The rest of the row was smart enough to dodge the domino affect that almost came into play. He walked up to the two injured and young men, panting on the ground, both very frightened. "We weren't doing anything!Honest!" "Thats all I needed to hear. I can tell right through your petty little act. Remove their helms." To other men walked up and unasked the young men to reveal hideously burned faces. "Nighty-night, frauds." With the sword, he stabbed through the armor of one, killing him instantly. The other quickly got up and pulled out a spell book. "KEFMIN!" A burst of flames shot from his hands, and Fienrir dodged it without fault. But he didn't realize he wasn't the target; the tent immediatley started to spread the flames up to the tip of it, and through his own fault of not paying attention he was struck really hard in the leg by a Rune battle-axe. His leg wasn't severly injured, because of his Dragon platelegs. The man attempted to strike Fienrir down, but he evaded the slow moving attack with ease. Drawing his sword, he said a quick prayer to Saradomin, then charged the man. The young man quickly picked up his fallen comrades kite shield, and blocked the enormous power that struck the shield. Suprisingly, the Rune shield dented. "What power!" He dropped the shield and decided to fight with only the battle axe. Again, Fienrir swung his sword with inhumane spped and strength, and the man only evaded two of the following ten blows. He was extremely weak, but he pulled out his bookand said "EINZAC!" His wounds mended. Fienrir wasn't confused, but these spells never existed in any text he read. "I can see you ponder were these spells originated from." Fienrir glanced at the man, confused, but not blinded by it. "Yes, these spells are actually created from our God, Zamorak. Oh, what a mighty God he is! He can kill your God Saradomin anytime! I don't know why he just doesn't. Oh, right, because Saradomin doesn't exist!" Fienrir was enraged by this remark. Saradomin was always there, he gave him the strength to become what he was now. He took up his blade, eyes twitching in rage and anger towards the man. "DON'T...EVER...CALL MY GOD A FAKE! Fienrir mindlessly charged at the man. He started to read from the text again, but the fury of blows that came at him was abnormal. He evaded every attack, except one, which struck his leg. He opened the book to say his spell-But Fienrir knocked the book away from his hands. With some power left in him, the boy struck Fienrir on his back. The man limped for his book, but Fienrir jumped back up. He knew what he had to do. "EIN-" The boy was stopped by the cracks and slow recession of the building materials. "Nevermind. Time to-" "Die." Fienrir stabbed the sword into the ground. A small tremor shook the entire Town of edge for ten miles, the tremors great power increasing until the man of Zamorak fell to the ground. A large stab whole now inhabited his chest, and the tremor receded. He knew the sword's special power, attacking many people for a five mile radius. But Fienrir had control over this; and focused the mighty attack on the young man of Zamorak. "Our first attempt of terrorism...So it begins." Chapter 3: The Great Divide Fienrir's head pounded the entire battle. Although he won, he felt a sickening feeling, the feeling you have when you know something has gone horribly wrong. As he walked out of the crumbling tent, he thought about the next plan of attack by the kingdom. Withdrawing his blade, he felt as though a new kind of power inhabited his body, a new type of rejuvination that made his heart pound with excitment. But, when he opened the shudders of the crumbling tent, his heart stopped. Nobody was there. He pondered for a moment. He glanced at both sides, scanning each and every crack that could be seen with a human eye. No one. Maybe his attack killed everyone? No. If he did...Then he could no longer be called a warrior. Also, he thought, bodies would be litered all over the ground. So he didn't hurt anyone...But anyone would have the same feeling that was probably running through his mind: Were in the Hell is everyone? "HELP!" A sudden cry pierced the sudden darkened sky, a high pich screech that sounds like finger nails scratching a chalkboard. Fienrir clutched his blade, getting into his battle stance. When the scream receded into the abysall darkness, he ran towards were he heard it. "HELP! PLEASE!" The frightened soul sounded as though he was about to get slaughtered. But Fienrir stopped, confounded, pondering the possibilities of whom this might be. "Reldo?" Fienrir gently asked. "Who said that? And help, dammit!" It's me, and calm down." "You, whaddaya mean 'you'? And don't tell me what to do!" "Alright, settle down, it's me, Fienrir." "Fienrir?" Reldo asked. Fienrir listened to every foot-step that he made running towards him. Then he appeared, face bright red, sweaty, and teary eyed. Fienrir's reaction came quick to his mind: He must have not gotten his own way, the little brat. I can't believe he's related to Reold, sometimes. "Fienrir, it's truly you. Thank Saradomin..." He was wearing casual clothing, with a weak wooden shield and training sword. Just like Reold, he tried to imitate me when he was playing. But it appeared as if he was attempting to use the sword in the heat of battle... "I'm glad it's you, too." "I'M NOT THE LAST MAN ON EARTH ANYMORE!" "No, it appears im the last man, your the last kid." "Ha ha, very funny." Reldo tried to act like an adult, but he knew that he was holding in the tears. "Anyway-" "Hush!" Fienrir cut Reldo off. "I think everyone is back at the-" "ARRRRRRGH!" Fienrir jumped at the mere sight of a body slamming into a wall of a house, the mans rune armor breaking off, then the house fell, all of the bricks toppling him. Then the sounds of women being terrorized were heard in the distance. Fienrir and Reldo arrived at the most violent and grusome scene of their lives. Half of the town was obliterated. Houses were destroyed. Glass of windows litered upon the bodies that were slain there. Bodies litered every were, though, and many were piled up and lit on fire. The warriors weren't the only thing killed, countless villagers, merchants, and children were slain as well. In the distance, the clasheds of battle-axes and swords meeting each other was heard, along with kite shield meeting the might of two-handed weapons. The sight was horrid, for sole human eyes of the man and teenager, and Fienrir looked at the distant buildings and towers that were crubling at the moment. To think, Fienrir thought, that one distraction could cause this entire mess. "I joined the battle for a little while. But I could only smash their skulls with my yew sword, and they would be temporarily parylized. I feel so ashamed..." Reldo's knees were too weak to support himself, and he fell to the ground, bawling his eyes out. "To think...That one damn distraction can cause...This...That attack was only a distraction-" He paused, clutching the handle of his sword, then spat out with anger: "AND I WAS LURED TO IT!" He drew his sword, then ran into the battle, no thoughts running across his mind when he did this. Reldo shouted to him, in an attempt to stop him, but... Fienrir watched himself kill. For the first time, he coldly killed these men that threatened his life. All he could think about was the ursh he got from killing these warriors---He was fine with it. Every single scum of a barbarian that fell beneath his blade was delightful for him. For the first time, he felt the rush of killing human life for revenge, a sacred vow he promised Saradomin he would never do. Each one, begging for mercy, some having the blessing of dying quick, the others left to suffer. But every single one always begged for mercy---None were given any. "DIE!" Fienrir remembered one barbarian yelling, and in rage cut his left arm off. He pleaded, for his life, for mercy, and Fienrir just said: "What's the point of mercy killing...If you listen to the person bg for mercy, and then you kill them?" After killing that man, there was none left. The others retreated, afraid of death. Fienrir chuckled at the site. "F-F-Fienrir...H-h-how could y-you?" Reldo appeared, his eyes flooded with tears, his legs trembling. "I remember...Going to the church with you and my brother...You promised Saradomin you wouldn't kill like that! You gave your damn word!" Reldo quietly repeated to himself what he said to him, falling to the ground, and the bawled. Reldo's innocence---The innocence of watching a vengence slaying---Awoke the true Fienrir, calming his wrath. He turned his head, left and right, turning aroung and looking at the mass genocide he had commited, man, women, or child (Barbarians were world renown to allow children into battle). He, too, fell to his trembling knees, then screamed to the Heavens: "What have I done?" Then he passed out. "Fienrir...Fienrir..." He heard a slow, soft voice. He opened his eyes. But not in the sense of opening his worldy eyes, but the eyes any man would see if they were in Heaven. But he looked around, and realized that he wasn't in Heaven nor Hell, or whatever the Hell Saradomin worshipers believed in. He was religous, and he couldn't believe what crossed his mind. "Ha-Ha-Ha! Your thoughts are still clouded with the Heart of Fenrir." The voice was deep, yet soft at the same time. He knew who it was. "Saradomin?" "Yes, it is I." "Whattaya mean 'The Heart of Fenrir'?" "All will be explained, do not worry." Saradomin laughed, then took a deep breathe, and exhailed. "You see, Fienrir, I want to ask you, why did you break our covenant? You acted out of revenge, instead of realizing that you should of acted out of protection for your friends." "I...Lost the way. I'm pathetic." "Your only human, all of you do that time and again. It was written into history since the beginning of time. I knew you wouldn't be able to hold a covenant. But it's okay, you are forgiven." "Thank-you, Saradomin. But tell me, were am I?" "It is time for me to explain this all to you. Now, you are in a place known as the Great Divide. It is a sacred place that is in-between both Heaven and Hell. Only a few passer-bys...And I mean people who die here...Are able to come here. Only those with the most pure of hearts. "Now, I said you had the heart of Fenrir. You see, a long time ago, there was a gigantic wolf that terrorized the lands of Runescape. I locked it in a cage when it commited mass genocide, much like what it did when it controlled you. Anyway, you were born, and I decided it was best to make you the strongest of all Runescapians, and sealed it's hearts in yours. But it seems...Your hearts cannot maintain the power well enough for you to controll when Fenrir comes out. "When you saw the bodies, Fenrir saw this as a chance to come out and be free. What a better way then to kill things, just as it did all of those centuries ago?" "Well, it's good to know now..." "Good, because it is time for you to face the consequences of your actions today. Brace youreslf." "Thank-you, Saradomin." The voice receded, and the Great Divide faded from his sight.