Xewleer

Great story, I like the narration.

Good, but short, chapter... I would love to have a brain like that...

Chapter 22: The Beginning of the End Hylean again sat with Fienrir on the next day, they both had drunk an ale, and Hylean, deeming the time proper, began to tell his story. "I am the son of the Seer of Camelot, a month after my eighteenth birthday, I ran away from home. I thought to settle in Falador, but a hideous and disgusting monster forced me to leave. I became a soul-stealer, and joined your expedition into the now-named wilderness. If you remember the person who destroyed a hundred troops in a single attack, that was me." "I thought you were familiar..." "I was then sent out of the Saradominist army and I joined Zamorack, but I fought and killed many there too. So I betrayed everyone... I feel like a fire, a flame, so confused it consumes without check or guard, drawn forward, but consuming everything in its path. I can't explain it. I was contacted by a secret sect of Temple Knights and I fought you. You nearly killed me and you know the rest." "I know how you feel..." "Only I know how I felt, and only I had the hurt of betraying everything I loved at one point or other. It is a tragic loss, that I can never fully be satisfied in peace, that Alexia's arms will chafe without something that purges me of this malfunctioning body. I want to die Fienrir, only three people kept me alive, Alexia, Ranguvar and my father, now you as well, for the happiness of my sister... Please, do not tell anyone what I told you. And you cannot understand what I have done, who I have killed..." "Hylean!" "Fienrir!" From the upstairs came Ranguvar and Alexia, both well dressed and beautiful for walking around the fair with those who they loved most. Hylean smiled, Fienrir took a moment and looked at his face. He says he's done so many terrible things, yet his face is not marked with murderers intent. He is not telling everything, and I don't think I want to know. He thought, he turned and smiled like Hylean. It felt horrible, to smile to someone so entwined with someone who has grown to hate life. He wondered what Ranguvar felt, and he would ask her. -On top of Varrock Castle- Zacon looked over the city. He spied the Hero... thought the knights were supposed to have killed him? No matter, he was more powerful... Three half-blood Majharrats... interesting. They smelt very, very familiar. Memories almost stirred in the evil ones brain, but a familiar click of heels chased them away. "Report!" "We failed to kill the hero, but you will find the guards celebrating with the masses quite easy to kill." "Not good enough! Kill what you can! I want little resistance!" "As you wish... and our request?" "Which is!?" "Er... you promised us King Roald as a soulless puppet to manipulate to our will." "We'll do our best! Leave me!" "... as you wish." Those smells...? No matter, he would attack in the evening. -Varrock Castle- Alexia and Ranguvar had wanted to do something alone. So, Hylean and Fienrir were hanging around the castle. "Are you sure he can be trusted?" Roald asked Fienrir, gripping the handle of his sword tightly. "There isn't a doubt in my mind." Fienrir watched as Hylean teach Ed a couple of sword stances and defensive maneuvers. The cheers of the crowd were large, as many people saw the exciting spar, other's (such as Fienrir and Roald) overlooked it watching it with great interest. "He is a very skillful man, indeed. Tell me Fienrir, who is the higher power of which he spoke. of?" Fienrir glanced at Roald, an angry look came upon his face, as he spat out: "How did you even know? That was only mentioned around me; not around you nor anyone else." "I have my sources. You forget, in the wars I was a skillful magician (yet not as great as you) whom knew how to mind read. I may be a warrior now, but magic is still my strong suit." Fienrir looked back down; Ed was learning really quick, and was swiftly and gracefully landing attacks. Fienrir sighed, and began: "He didn't say were the higher power was, or were it came from. He said he didn't want to get me involved, for he thinks they might overwhelm me. If only he knew...What I was. What I am. He knew I fought in the wars, but he never knew what kind of power was within me. What still is in me. I feel as though I might have to go back to the wars to quell Aragrok's rage." "No, Saradomin relies on you, as he did so long ago." "He may rely on me, and everyone else wants to stop me...Hylean, I pray you will find what I truly am, before it's too late!" Ed parried another blow, then landed a great attack, nearly knocking Hylean off of his feet. They laughed, and the crowd joined in. "I'm going back to the bar. If Hylean asks were I went...Tell them at the hotel. If they took too long, then tell them I'm here." Fienrir pulled a map out, pointing out a location. "Got it memorized?" Hylean again followed Alexia around, carrying her bags, the frequency of the shops mostly involving white dresses hinted at what she (and he) truly wanted. Hylean gave her a hug and told her after the next events, it would be so. He wished he could tell her more, all, but his sight was not fully grown yet, he did not wish to lie, And he hoped they would survive the days ahead. Fienrir effortlessly escorted Ranguvar wherever she wanted to go; whether it was a womanly shop, or a food shop, Fienrir followed her, carrying her things, as he talked about the current things that have been going on. Surprisingly, even emotional talk was laid out, and Fienrir listened to all of her words. "Well, what about you? Have any emotions you need to talk about?" Fienrir thought. Either I lie, or I talk about Argarok...Which one? "Well, no. I'm happy being around you---My only emotion that runs through my mind all day." With a grin, she gingerly hugged him, as he saw Hylean walk around with Alexis. I better not bother them, he though. "So, let's go, hey?" Fienrir picked up her bags. "Where to next?" "I wanna stop back at the inn; best not stretch your muscles out." "Stretch em' out?" "C'mon." She tugged his hand (Which held a bag) as she lead him back to the room. "Love is driving you, Fienrir." Ed held out an ale. "So, To you...For being a fool in love." He chugged own the beer. "You better believe I'm lovesick; at least I'm not the one drinking his worries away." "You will be. I invited you and Hylean to come back here tonight. Well, Hylean anyway. I couldn't reach you. Well, now you know." He finished up his ale, letting out a loud belch. "Well, c'mon Ranguvar, I'll help you unload these. See ya tonight, I guess, Ed." "At the bar, right?" "Maybe; Ranguvar wants to stroll around. I doubt she drinks, but if she does, she better be able to join, got it?" "Ya, ya." Ed picked up a beer. "Good." As the bags unloaded, Fienrir grabbed Ranguvar's hand, as he took her through the town again. Who knows? He thought, Maybe I can find a game and win her a prize. Hylean watched the setting sun Alexia was on his shoulder, admiring the new bow he had gotten her. "hmmmm... so nice and peaceful, but night falls and we must return to the bar... will we be going out tonight?" "Maybe, if time allows, tell me..." he paused. "What is it? Is it 'the sight'?"she gave him a hug. "Yes... but would you still love me if I became something... terrible... something else, still me but... different in manner or form... but not... I can't word it but somethings gonna happen to me! And I'm worried that you will be hurt too, its 'the sight'! And its never wrong! I will change drastically, and you will follow... I don't want you hurt!" "Its fate isn't it? don't worry! are we separated? no! wait I don't want to know anything about it, we'll take it as it comes, as always..." Hylean bent his head, will that he might he could not command 'the sight' but what he could see, did not bode well for him! Sun was beginning to set. Ranguvar had a wonderful time, she had decided to go to bed early, as there were dancing contests to be done later, all night. Alexia joined her later on, but did not converse, as she seemed troubled. A new bow merely confirmed that, Hylean knew something as coming... She felt chilled, it seemed a warm night so she went out to the balcony... and saw the flames of an advancing army! -At the head of the invaders- Zacon smiled, he finally remembered where he had smelt those people's smells. And he would love to have his revenge. Hylean... it would be the beginning of the end. "Archers! Fire! Siege Weapons! End their existences!"

I understand the English perfectly, but I still don't get the joke.

no no, the joke

I don't get it. :?:

cool, can't wait to see the rest of it.

Chapter 21: Forgiveness Given It felt good, to be forgiven... in all the turmoil of his life, the hatreds he had began and ended, forcibly. Everything else that tormented his dreams, slowly slipped from him into oblivion. Hylean slept soundly and long, and woke up late the next morning, completely recharged, after all, the new day awaited, and it was festival week! Hyelan spent the next day, wandering the stalls with Alexia, his sister was With Fienrir. The market was crowded with performers and all else, after nearly getting run down by a guy in a highwayman mask, he sent Alexia off to see to her own business, he needed to be alone for this part. He then met with some temple knights, who still wanted him to kill Fienrir, he was armed and refused. They were angry at him for refusing, saying something about the fate of the world. "I'm more of a danger than he is! What kind of plan have you got anyway?" He replied. They were silent and motioned for him to leave. He left feeling angry, what were they to order him about? HE was a random card again! that was not good his plans, security, his future, what were they now? He knew he was beginning to reap the fruits of his labors. Come what may, he and his loved ones would survive! He swore upon his weapons, too many comrades had died for him to sleep completely sound. Hylean, exhausted from running around with Alexia fell asleep, this time, on Alexia's shoulder, she too had fallen asleep. Quietness pervaded the room. Outside, Fienrir was again dancing with Ranguvar, Hylean sister It was a simple dance, she was laughing, her brother was healing so fast! She was having the time of her life. Past a portal that hid in the shadow of a dark castle in the highest part of the wilderness, a dark group was planning the destruction of the world, or the subjugation there-of if all else failed. Varrock would be the first campaign. Zacon, once a general of Zamorack, was sent with an army of darkness to assault the city and burn it. No survivors were permitted. He gathered his forces and moved out, and were there by the third day of the festival, but did not attack. He first must find out what the strength of Varrock, and what that familiar smell was. ---- The end of the second night of the festival. Fienrir was carrying Ranguvar on his back as Hylean carried Alexia. As the week-long festival would continue, Fienrir knew he would get a workout; Ranguvar was a very good dancer. Hylean looked worn out, too. He was healing miraculously! "Hylean?" Fienrir quietly asked, so he would not awaken the girls. "Yes?" "That higher power you were talking about...Ordered you to kill me...Well, now that you refuse to, what will they do to you?" "Good question," Hylean sighed "I don't really know the consequences, since I always followed direct orders." "Well," Fienrir glanced at Alexia and Ranguvar "I hope they don't attempt to kill you...Nor the girls. Either way, it would be tragic. I don't want the girls to be hurt, as I don't want you to be slain by blood thirsty savage men." "Well said. I think I see the inn." "Hylean, just remember, I will always protect you and the girls, until death. You are a great man, who deserves more than friends; I guess that's why Saradomin, or Guthix, or whomever you believe in, blessed you with these girls." They entered the inn, the usual going on inside; drunk men on the bar, but something was very unusual; Ed sat on one of the couches...Sober! "Ed...You are usually drunk by this time of night..." Fienrir tried not to laugh, unsuccessfully, as he let out a soft chuckle. "Laugh all you want...But you should have seen what I did!" Ed briefly explained what he did for the man. "I never thought I could do that!" "Well, when you put your mind to it, you can basically do anything. Well, Fienrir and I have to put the girls in bed." "See you back at the room, Ed." Fienrir threw the key back at him. "Listen, Fienrir...Thank you. You've enkindled in me what I never thought would be rekindled within me; Friendship." "What are you talking about?" Fienrir placed Ranguvar onto the bed softly, "Alexia and your sister are always with you." "Yes...But I'm talking of the friendship between others...After seven long years." Seven? Fienrir thought to himself. "Seven years ago...signaled the end of the Twilight war!" "You catch on quick." Hylean chuckled. "I thought I knew you, somehow. How 'bout a beer or ale tomorrow night; we can discuss the past then." "Great!" Hylean grinned. "Well, good-night, Hylean." "Good-night, Fienrir."

Its nearing the end! Oh yez! Please comment on the series on a whole please?

Chapter 20: The festival Panting after the long battle, Fienrir glanced at Ed. "It seems your parents haven't taught you to not follow strangers! Idiocy like that shall get you killed!" Ed bowed his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Fienrir." "C'mon, you must get back to that ceremony. You go. That man isn't the only one with greater magics. Teleport to Falador!" With a flash, he was beginning to dissipate---But was quickly reformed. Blast, he must have used a block magic spell! Sneaky man...Thus he climbed out of the sewers. The cheers of the crowd were bigger than ever. Many of the younger women went to see him, Fienrir trying to push his way through. He never actually liked being an idol, nor a hero. He was also worried of the man that he knocked to the ground. he broke through the crowd of grls, taking refuge in a nearby bar. "Tell me," the bartender asked "Are you Fienrir?" "Indeed." "The king sent word, I have a room already, do enjoy. -Hylean- Hylean felt massive amounts of blood flow out of his body, it was a great wonder his heart had not been destroyed, either by the trauma, or the teleport so quick after the wound, but no matter, he needed help, and only two people he knew would give it to him. This teleportation, hampered by the lost concentration, was slow, and he nearly passed out before he arrived. Keeping it together for a few more seconds, he threw his dagger through the second floor window, they would come out. And he became unconscious. Hylean was in pain, he knew he would be. But he could not let his sister, or Alexia, know. He was no longer a fighter as he once was, for now. To alleviate the problem, he elected to escort them to the Varrock Fair. They wanted him to stay and heal, but he refused. He could not be trusted to teleport to varrock with others so they had to walk, and he bore it quietly. It was the night of the first day of the festival, they arrived at night (having started at lunch, he had awoke in morning.) and rented a room. It was a pity for him not to meet Fienrir and his apprentice, he wished to have an ale and ask for forgiveness, but was he really sorry? Alexia, he realized, was talking to him. "Can we go see the dances? Are you listening? Oh, I know you have a horrible wound, but that doesn't give you an excuse to ignore me." "Argh! Please! Don't stroke the chest! Sorry... Now? Sure, but I can't dance, I'll be on the side lines. would you join me?" "Of course I will, we've been separated for so long I just love being together!" "Uhn... I think your enthusiasm for doing things together will be the death of me..." And away they went, his sister had volunteered to stay. Hylean only really made it (barely) to the doorway, and fell asleep on a couch that were laid out or the weary dancers. Certain temple knights of standing were there and made sure that he was left alone, perhaps they had remorse? Alexia also, invited by the peace that was on him fell asleep on him. Lost in the comfort of one another. His sister, however, made a new friend. Fienrir danced with the beautiful young woman. It was late, but everyone enjoyed themselves, releasing their pain and misery by dance. Fienrir thought the girl was unbelievable at dancing, very graceful and rough...Reminded him of the man he battled not long ago. But he didn't care; he was dancing, having the time of his life, drinking. What could go wrong? "I want you to meet my brother! You would get along great!" Fienrir smiled, only having enough to say: "Okay!" To his surprise, she gave him a kiss, and she grabbed his hands and tugged him along back to the small bar. "You've been staying here?" Fienrir exclaimed. "Of course! We have to have some place to stay when there's a week long festival, silly!" Fienrir could tell she fell in love with him; he felt the same about her. He didn't want to get too serious, though. She loved him, but would he love her? Would he stop? "Wait here." She ran upstairs, while the young Edward slowly walked towards him. He's hammered! Either that, or a hangover! Fienrir thought, chuckling quietly. "Damn...I'm really sick..." "Did you get us a ro-" She came down stairs, and he saw him. The assassin. "What? That's your brother?!" "You know him?" She turned to her brother. He made no response. "Ed, come behind me." Fienrir jerked Ed behind his back, drawing his sword out. "What! No please!" The girl began to cry. "No, sis! I got to do this!" He tried to tug his dagger out, but she stopped him. Fienrir withdrew his sword. "She's right. I cannot fight you...Your sister is beautiful, and she is right. If I kill you, then I am no better than the barbarians..." His sister came over and hugged him. Fienrir looked up: "Let's start over." He held out his hand. Hylean took it, at least, this time, he would not have to fight an enemy like him again. His sister, for all her dreams, had found the best warrior in the world.

Childish, I happen to have a very high respect for my teachers.

okay, well, thank you for showing up. I know you haven't abandoned us!

Chapter 19: One more wound... -Outside Lumbridge- Fienrir was training Ed in all things combat, but Ed still excelled at the longbow, finally exhausted, they stopped for a breather. "That was fun!" Ed said quite happily, this was much better than farming! "You're not so bad." Fienrir replied. "Thanks! Where'd you learn magic?" "The wars." "I knew your name sounded familiar! You're Fienrir, the Hero!" "That I am. I have a question." "Ask away!" "If you had to choose light or darkness, what would you choose?" "Well, what did you choose?" "... Neither..." -Among the citizens moving around- Hylean watched the two, he did not need to hear what was said, it didn't matter, he needed to end this quickly. This wasn't the time nor place, however, so, the guard would be happy to apprehend a criminal in the eyes of the world governments. -Fienrir and Ed- "Edward!" Fienrir withdrew his sword into the giant sheath that was hanging from his back. "Coming..." The depressed voice said, as he walked towards the river. He noticed worry in Edwards eyes, and saw a glint of a tear stream down his face. "What's wrong? You miss your family? If you do, then go back." "No! You've taught me...That choosing a path is hard, light or darkness. You chose neither, but it makes no sense! So what are you?" Edward made an angry gesture with his fists. "I guess you've never heard of the path that runs in-between Lux and Tenebris. The path that was sought out by many, but could never be walked because of the terrible power contained within! The path of Twilight is a path that is danger among others; look at these...Rings." Edward listened intently to the long explanation, and looked at the two rings that reflected the sun's rays with an immense glint. "They...Cannot come off." Edward looked up at the Fienrir's face, a face that can scar a man, the face of defeat. "I'm...Sorry." Edward said to Fienrir, as they walked into the heat of the desert. Fienrir made no sudden movements, nor did he make a gesture that would mean "It's okay." Instead, he walked towards the bank, and slowly gripped the handle of his blade for any defensive maneuvers he would have to pull. Edward knew there would be trouble coming up. "You Fienrir?" "Indeed I am." "Alright! Take him!" The guards charged him, wielding their swords at him to what could have been Fienrir's amusement, but was rather pity. "I won't be responsible for your deaths." Fienrir took off the first one's arm and spun the sword into his neck, killing him. The guards did not falter. "Sigh... Well then!" He and Edward dropped into combat positions. Edward, nervous during his first battle, missed several targets as Fienrir battled the guards. "Aim!" Edward took a breath and took out a guard by putting an arrow into his arm. Eventually, the guards disappeared, they didn't really want to die to a powerful person such as Fienrir. Hylean cursed fate that he had underestimated the hero to such a degree. He had heard the junk about light and darkness, Lux and Tenebris. One always had to choose light or darkness. One's own services, if they harmed non-wrongdoers were evil and vice-versa. but he checked himself, philosophy was not in the job description. Fienrir slowly walked into the bank, listening to the merchants try to sell their belongings and the buyers offering their amount. Nothing suspicious here, he thought. He was about to withdraw his sword, but he heard one of the merchants pose a threat upon a young woman. "That's all you can offer? Get out of my sight, knave!" He slapped the girl onto the ground. "How about you get out of my sight before you die?" Fienrir's red eye glinted with rage, his blue eye slowly converting to a tinted orange. "And who are you? The tax collector?" The wealthy around him laughed. "Me?" Swiftly, Fienrir threw the blade and swiftly, faster that lightning, ran behind the man and caught the blade, now holding it against the man's neck. Edward noticed that Fienrir's eyes were completely blood-shot and red, as those around him fled for cover, Edward, too. "Please, let me go?" "The avarice of man...Covers those who would hit a woman with few gold coins to the ground, who would go to such lengths as to sell a cheap sword for such a price." Fienrir took the two-handed sword and crushed it with his hands. "You asked who I was? Well..." He smashed the man with the hilt of his blade "I am Argarok!" The man drew a crescent blade and a defender, awaiting Argarok's next move. "Valiance blinds the ignorant..." Argarok held the sword in the air, forming a fire ball "You are one of the ignorant fools!" He released the fireball into the man, melting the armor off of his body, burning his torso, also. "What was that?! That was no normal fireball!" The man was now on his knees, begging for mercy. Argarok stepped over to the man, holding his blade up to the man's scarred neck, and replied: "Pick up your sword...Fight me as you would a regular man." The man scowled, and picked up his crescent blade, and attempted to slash Argarok. Failed attempt. Argarok smashed the man out of the bank, onto the sands of the heated desert of Al-Karhid, blood dripping from his torso. Argarok showed no mercy, running out into the heat, taking in his power, and slashed the man into a nearby house. "P-Please..." The man was dripping with blood, burns scarred his red body. He was crying, begging for mercy. "Mercy...Is for the weak." Argarok jumped into the air, and held his sword into a stab position, crushing the man's chest with the tip of the blade, finishing the man's life. Argarok smiled, and the red eyes receded, reforming into a red eye, the other blue, and Fienrir withdrew the blade from the chest of the man, rage and anguish filled his eyes. The body quickly melted into oblivion, leaving only the bones of the man behind. "May Saradomin guard you well..." Fienrir fearlessly buried the bones, and walked back into the bank. "Fienrir...What---" "Enough. I'll explain later." "Th-thank you..." The young woman walked up to him, bowing to him. "Get up...Don't bow down to me. But take this." He took a small note from his pocket. The woman took it, and gasped: "Why give me this money? It is so much..." Fienrir had already walked out before she could say anymore. "What happens next?" "I don't know, Edward. That display you saw was nothing but my rage." Fienrir and Edward were relaxing beside a tree in Lumbridge. "I think we should leave, people are looking at us strangely." Edward commented. "Varrock then, I know people. I'll explain what happened to me on the way." Hylean watched them leave. Following, he marked their speed then went ahead, he could prepare something very nice. With the festival coming up, Fienrir was sure to visit the King, with whom he was very good friends. Why were guards so easy to bribe? He chuckled to himself. -In Varrock- Arriving at the grand city, crowded as ever, Fienrir knew he wouldn't have to keep a high guard here. "Alright Ed," Fienrir said "take this money, and get a new supply of arrows, and a new bow if you would like." Ed happily took the money, running towards the fletching shop, and Fienrir walked towards the grand castle. He wwas relieved when he reached the shade; either it was hot, or the body heat from thse people are making it warm. Regardless, Fienrir slowly walked inside of the castle (there was no difference inside; there were actually more people inside than out!) and whistled. "Fienrir!" Looking over, the king was walking towards him, readying himself for the code of arms (A handshake to tell if you were to kill the man or not). "You came! I was afraid that you would be side tracked." "Oh, I was. I'm actually training a kid, who had wished to run away from his home." "Really?" "He's very strong...I want him to be my pupil..." "He's that strong? Incredible..." "He has a heart of a lion...He is going to be a very strong lad." King Roald pat Fienrir's back, repliying: "He may have a heart of a lion, but does he have a heart of Fenrir? You do..." "You know as well as I do...I'm known for that...But I have a heart of a demon." Roald and Fienrir were already at the top of the tower, looking over all of the people, and Fienrir saw Ed running towards the castle. Roald cleared his voice (Fienrir cast a spell to be projected), and began: "Welcome one and all! I'm very glad that all of you could make it. As you all know, it is the first annual festival, and all of our warriors from the war have returned. Many of you have been wondering were the warrior of legend went, or what happened to him. Well, he is right here. Please, welcome Fienrir!" The crowd boomed with cheers of excitment and awe. Edward, having gotten separated, tried to get into the castle. "Oi! Where you goin' bub?!?" The first guard said. "Get lost! You ain't gettin' in!" "I'm a friend of the hero! You have to let me in! I'm his protoge!" "Too bad, national security issues!" The obstinant guard replied. "Gah!" He walked away, maybe he could catch Fienrir's attention. He was arrested by a stranger. "I saw what happened, I know a secret way in... Care to join?" "Please! Show me the way!" "With pleasure, whoops! Looks like we gotta run!" Both Hylean and Edward ran toward Varrock East Bank, taking a sharp turn, they jumped down a manhole. "Roald, you had to get the crowd going, huh?" "I can' help it. Everyone loves you. Now get up there!" Roald pushed him so he was visible, the roars of the crowd quacking the ground. "Hello, all! I also welcome back the soldiers, returning from the war! and---" Fienrir stopped, looking down at the gaurds shoving their way through the crowd at a small figure. Ed?! "Hey, stop!" Fienrir jumped. "Fienrir!" Roald held a hand out for him, but Fienrir didn't even acknowledge it. The crowd started to scream, as Fienrir gracefully landed on the ground (Although leaving a giant pothole in the ground). He started to shove his way through the crowd, most of the girls sighing with excitment, some of the men trying to stop the gaurds. "OW!" Fienrir slammed into a cloaked boy, knocking him to the ground. "What's your problem?" "I'm sorry!" Fienrir pulled the boy up. "But I can't talk, those gaurds are after my pupil!" Fienrir jumped down and heard the scuffle of his pupil and followed after the sounds, forcing his alter ego down. The fight was inevitable, and they stood off for a moment. "So you babysit now, its been too long, the wars were not kind at all." "No less kinder than I'll be to you if you don't give him back!" "Certainly, for a fight!" Edward ran off, taking refuge behind Fienrir, looking for his bow and arrows. "I have orders to kill you Fienrir! I have a couple debts to repay by killing you!" "Since when have I ever been kind to traitors to his people! City! Family!" Hylean and Fienrir slammed their blades together, they tried to keep out of close range and fought with the end of their blades. They fought long, hard, they locked weapons and the halberd gave way, and slid down the blade's length. Hylean attempted to cut Fienrir with his dagger, almost catching him. "Have to do better than that!" He whacked the halberd up and slid his blade into Hylean's chest. Taking it out, he awaited the reaction of his adversary. "Don't think this is over! Teleport to Falador!" he showed the runes in between his fingers and disappeared. Hylean, feeling some kind of weird nostalgia, felt that this was merely one more wound. Alexia and Ranguvar would be pleased.

mmm... I prefer Tales of Symphonia myself, but I should try the GC one before final judgment.

Dunno, her and Nom Anor need to get in here and update their stories... they were very good.

Chapter 18: Hero? The latest mission: Kill Lady Fuyama, self proclaimed queen of the Slain Warriors. It was simple, the only thing they had was numbers to their advantage. Hylean had no problems, and had purged the castle of its inhabitants. His powers were at last gone, only the sight and runic magical ability remained to him. His non-magical fighting was, of course, unaffected. He stood over the volcano, pondering his next move. "Quite frankly guys, you clatter so loudly you could wake Zaros." "We'll send you to meet him! Give him my regards!" Hylean smiled a little as they charged, it still felt good to fight. The red glare from the volcano gave appropriate lighting. Beheading the leader with his halberd, he used momentum to twist into the fighter behind him, cutting his spinal cord. The next three fell to him. The last ran. Hylean let him go. He would tell the story of a warrior who had killed them all so easily. He left the volcano and went toward Falador. He pondered things as he walked, very few things alive could possibly threaten him, he took no heed to the things that cowered before him. Blood-drenched with a dripping halberd and dagger, he made an disgusting, but dangerous figure. He thought about things, he felt he could go home for good now. But, the things he did, did it really deserve what some people said of him, the Saradominists said he was a hero. But, when he killed his old Zamorakian comrade, Kinnin, it hurt. Rankin and the rest were killed by that Hero Fienrir. He hated him somewhat. He wanted to know why he killed for the side of good, when the good side was in the advantage, with the rumor he was Guthix and all that. Ugh. He halted at the last body of water before Falador, warriors gave him a wide birth. They looked powerful, and could feel the ability to kill whoever he choose radiating off of Hylean. He washed and entered Falador. Looking at the inn, he thought it better to talk to Sir Tiffy Cashien to report job well done. After that, he entered the inn, which had little changed since he was last there. Walking up to the second floor, he was greeted by a most joyous Alexia. "Hylean!" She cried as she jumped him. "Its been so long and the letters were always too short! Its been too long! Hyleeean!" She held him tightly. Obviously, she was starved for hugs, which Hylean soon gave into her desires. Ranguvar walked in and hid her smile. "Hylean! You've been gone for years and you just walk in!" "That's right! I came bearing gifts!" Ranguvar showed her smile. Looking around, Hylean used the moment to taunt his sister. "No boyfriend yet I see." *Slap!* "Argh!" Alexia was worrying over Hylean, who was momentarily fazed by the force of the blow. "You didn't have to hit him that hard!" "Sorry! hah ha ha ha..." Mr. Hintak came in. "I heard a... Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." Hylean got up and rummaged a bit. "Hey! It's alright, I got something for you." "Wines of Zamorak... How thoughtful. Thank you very much!" He shuffled out, what he used those things for Hylean would never know. "Your welcome!" He smiled, it would be a wonderful day! ------ Outside Edgeville----- A lone man was walking back from the scarred battlefields of the far North. The Wilderness, a dangerous place were only the toughest go. Fienrir went there to quell his thirst for blood; there wasn't a single scratch on him. Thoughts raced through his mind, as he stepped into the large crowd of people, all awaiting there husbands to return. He drew his buster sword, which was coated with blood, and the crowd hushed and stared with awe. He took out a thin piece of cloth to whipe the blood, and walked away as he heard gossiping from all of the female warriors. "Hey!" Fienrir glanced as a young boy ran up to him. "Is my daddy coming back?" Fienrir withdrew his blade, and sighed. "Your father...Awaits you at nightfall. He fought with valor." The young boy smiled, and ran towards the crowd. More and more people asked him about the war, and Fienrir answered them all sincerely. He walked away, his desire for blood nearly overpowering him. It was that warrior, so drenched in blood, with an aura of death... He felt something like a kindred spirit, but he began to run, trying to keep himself sane, keep himself from the desire to kill. He fell at a farmyard door and got up... so close to killing many... There was an argument going on, he read the minds and saw that one of them would be leaving soon. Waiting for him was easy, and he came out with a flurry of curses at his back. "Hello!" Fienrir said a little suddenly. The young man jumped a little, then shot an arrow at Fienrir. Fienrir easily caught it. "Shall we go for a walk? I'll explain on the way. Name's Fienrir, yours?" "Ed...Edward." He said following. "Now, I don't think it really matters why you ran away, but I can tell a good fighter at a glance, and with a little stance work, you can become quite formidable." Edward nodded. It would be nice to be strong. -Falador- Hylean had spent the day with his two best friends. He then received a secret summons from the Temple Knights, sighing, he excused himself. Both Alexia and Ranguvar knew he worked for a secret society of some kind, Ranguvar merely waited for Hylean to come back. Alexia followed him. Why must he leave? Why must he always leave!? Hylean disappeared and reappeared some time later from the park. Alexia caught up with him. "Hylean! Wait!" She grabbed him across the shoulders. "Why must you always leave!" Hylean didn't answer for a while, he just looked away. "To keep you from the real villains of this stinking world. I am leaving for Lumbridge, the Hero got an apprentice, I don't know why, but they want me to kill them both. I am truly sorry, after this one, there won't be any more missions, and I won't have to kill people when they don't threaten me. And I can be with you for the rest of our lives. He left. Alexia did not show her true emotions.

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Chapter: Genesis The field was anyones, as was the battle. All it took was for one commander to get some wise idea and he would win it. Genesis was bred specifically for this sort of occasion. He was fifth in rank over all, and he was in complete control over the proceedings. "Send more soldiers to back up that flank, half of what we have... the other half is to push with the right flank. The enemy should attack the left flank, being weaker until reinforcements arrive." He coolly looked on as enemy soldiers attacked the left flank and were pincered in by reinforcements. The enemy withdrew from that area, but attacked again as soon as they had regrouped. The commander must have a lot of respect. Genesis was about the average size for a human, if heightened a bit by his suit. He wore an armor of blue and gold, the gold forming Christian Crosses on his head, extending ear to ear and from chin to where his hair would have been. His shoulders, hands and knees held similar devices. In his clawed hands he held a precision cannister rifle. It was at least four feet long, and it looked heavy, yet Genesis could wield it with better ease a sniper his favored weapon. As if according to his mood, a blade stationed where a bayonet would have been slid in and out. The soldier he was using as his second in command watched the enigmatic general as he surveyed the new situation unfolding. What was behind that mask? Behind the cross was he angry? Genesis smiled, and was about to order a decisive victory when a soldier holding a laptop demanded his attention. Number 1 of the Armed Forces was calling him via satellite feed. "Win this battle, Genesis! I do not want casualties like Granada." "My lord, that was not my doing, and you know it." "SILENCE! Respect your betters! I want the battle won within the hour." "As you wish my lord, I shall be swift." He bowed and then turned, still bowing until the laptop closed and shut down. He straightened up. "Lord Genesis?" "Who does he think he is? A battle within the hour! I can barely get passed the commander's front lines! I hate this sort of corruption! When I attain First position you can be sure that things will change for better!" "Lord Genesis." The soldier repeated. "They are pushing us back." "... Artillery! Barrage mode, 1 mile out aim .0001 west latitude, .00002 north longitude! Aim! Fire!" The artillery pounded into the back lines of the troops. This is what he would do. He was bred in a test tube, at least, that is what he had been told, and had never seen his own face, as he was forced to where his mask in public, and no mirrors were allowed in his house. He was sure he was different, why else would the Number 1 act so rude? However, when he asked his only servant, Alexia, she said that there was nothing wrong. What was his truth? He caught himself, philosophizing on ones existence in the middle of battle was bad juju. He smiled, Juju, that was something that Alexia said often. Ack! Philosophizing again! He sighed, this would be a long battle. He was at a position that the enemy had the move, he needed to see what they would do.

An old womn was watching some children, who decided it would be more fun to ignore her. She sighed, then, forcibly gathered them around her. "Alright, my darlings, how would you like to hear an old tale?" "The first one! The first one!" Replied the children with a clamor. The first one was the children's name for the origin story of their world, and how they came to be. "Very well... In the beginning, we were a separated people, everyone had the ability to become everything, and we were very unhappy. We could not be content to live in the strength of our nations, we could not specialize, and brother killed brother many, many times. Then the creatures who call themselves the Montag." The children squealed in fear, Montags were nightmares to all younglings, it could be no other way. "Who had left their own planet, which had died long ago. They, searching for a new planet, and no God, no writer. They found our planet, the original planet, so steeped with the God that they destroyed it to spite Him. But, they took many different kinds of us, and bred us for traits, which still hold today. We, people of Kun, proudest of nations were their shock troops, we had war bred into us like hooks are placed a Zai's face. They were their torturers and Toosh were their scientists and the people of Karmand were the human generals. The Montag were cursed that every planet they went to would try to kill them, no matter how the made first contact. So they destroyed the planets until they could only find one more. This one." "Is that why we can't see any stars?" "Indeed it is dear child. The Montag came here and before they could find out about this planet, they crashed into the planet. We humans escaped and formed nations according to how we were bred and modified. The Montags themselves also separated. One decided that God was too powerfu and became our enemies, the other decided to block His power. We fought wars, and here we are, safe and sound and content."

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I thought it was a enter press between each speaker thingy.

Several years in the future. Hylean killed the last of his targets, as well as several Saradominist warriors who had assisted him. The balance had to be maintained so that his powers wouldn't go wild. He hated to kill now, he hated to keep killing without good reason at least. His powers would be better controlled if he hadn't killed people in the first place! If that monster...! His powers flared out and destroyed several pillars in that now empty castle. He flinched, he couldn't keep his anger in check. Better destroy the castle then. He teleported from the rubble. "We have a mission from you, friend." Sir Tain stepped out toward Hylean as he arrived in Falador. He spoke so that he would not stick out at all. Hylean hated yet envied his ability to be all things to all men. "I have ceased thinking you as a friend. And I want to see those I love." "This is urgent, more urgent than your girlfriend, your sister. It is for your powers and for your and your girlfriend's safety." "Stop mentioning them!" Hylean whirled on him, nearly losing control. "My apologies. If you will do what we wish, we shall continue to pay." "... I be there in the morning or later tonight." Sir Tain walked into the shadows. Hylean was not trusted enough for the secret base. He looked to the inn, almost ran, but forced himself to walk. He hadn't seen them for years, but... He put up his hood, and broke a scent flask, which masked his scent, giving those who smelt him a false appearance without a good long look. The doors opened and closed and he was in and heading for the second floor. He looked too tough to dispute what floor he should be on. The waitresses moved around, the bar was relatively empty, the patrons of this floor preferring the darker tables. He choose the empty one nearest to the bar. It was also closest to the stage and the entrance to the kitchen. Best chance to see those waitresses. Mmmmhhhmmmm... Ranguvar walked over, she was the toughest, for the toughest looking customer. "What will it be sir." He deepened his voice. "Just an ale, I'll eat later. The stage is a recent addition?" "Why yes sir, just last month, you are in luck, Alexia, (she's over there) will be singing soon." She walked away and brought him his ale. "Don't hesitate to ask for your food." Alexia, after a small amount of coaxing, ran up to the stage and began to sing. "A sad song to match my mood I heard this once from a bard called Gund Amexiat, he used to sing this at the end of funerals- Despair is a sweet trap- A locked door..." She kept singing her sad song, and Hylean felt it pierce and pierce and pierce his heart, until his heart could be pierced no more. He cried and stood up, tossing his coins on the table, teleported out. Alexia looked at the small amount of smoke left by the teleport, and glanced at Ranguvar. She nodded. He couldn't stay, but at least he tried to spare the pain. Hylean walked to Sir Tiffy Cashien. Who nodded in his direction and discreetly passed him a folder. He walked off without looking at it. The Wilderness is there for all people who wish death.

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