My Comrad, My Friend

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I wrote this all tonight, so I'm sorry if it's rather sketchy. It's for an English class, and please excuse any misspellings, I'll be correcting it some other time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"My Comrad, My Friend"

 

 

 

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I stared into the distance at the great land they call the

 

 

 

Wilderness. As they say, anything goes, no rules. The ground seemed to

 

 

 

go from a lush green almost directly to a deep shade of brown, as if the

 

 

 

ground had been scorched. I turned around and decided to sit on a rock

 

 

 

that was jutting out of the ground, hanging over the river Lum, waiting for

 

 

 

a few of my friends to show up. We were planning on going on a killing

 

 

 

spree in the Wilderness. I was backing up one of my friends with some

 

 

 

distance. I carry a Magic Shortbow with me almost all the time, along

 

 

 

with Rune Arrows in my quiver. I was donned in full Black Dragonhide.

 

 

 

The sun reflected off the top of the water onto the tanned scales of

 

 

 

dragonhide, creating a glitter effect across my body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yo Val! We're here!" Richie said in the distance. I quickly

 

 

 

turned around to see Richie and three more of my friends walking

 

 

 

towards me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey guys, where've you been? I've been waiting here for quite

 

 

 

a while." I asked them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We were at Richie's house, taking care of a few things before we

 

 

 

made our way here to Edgeville." replied Josh, another member of the

 

 

 

group.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So, are we ready then?" I finally asked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yeah," Richie said excitedly while holding his Abyssal Whip. "I

 

 

 

just need to remind myself of what each of us are exactly doing. You and

 

 

 

Josh are on ranged duty. Harold, over there, is on magic. Myself and

 

 

 

Roland are on melee detail."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Exactly" I agreed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I got a whip as well just a few days ago." Roland blurted out

 

 

 

randomly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Great... Thank you for stating the obvious. We can see it in

 

 

 

your hand." Richie sarcastically replied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I using Ancient Magicks, since I finally learned enough about the

 

 

 

ancient spells to be able to cast Ice Barrage." Harold eagerly spoke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I think we're ready then. Since I called this team together, I will

 

 

 

be calling out the orders. If anyone even thinks of disobeying my direct

 

 

 

order, I will not hesitate to kill you myself. If that's all, then let's head on

 

 

 

north."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We began treading north, through rows and rows of dead trees.

 

 

 

The compass I was carrying began to go haywire after we reached a few

 

 

 

miles inward. I finally got fed up with it and threw it to the side,

 

 

 

shattering it into pieces. After a while of going farther in... some kind of

 

 

 

direction... we saw somebody running through a few trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Harold, freeze him in his tracks!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes sir!" All of a sudden, a block of ice was seen in the

 

 

 

distance. "The target has been stopped."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Great! Josh, lets take out this pipsqueek." Him and I began

 

 

 

launching quick arrows through the air, hitting the target with almost

 

 

 

perfect procision.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Val, the ice is beginning to melt, should I fire another barrage?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, he'll be fine. Roland, head on up there and finish the job."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes sir." As he got closer, I could hear what he said.

 

 

 

"RRAAAAGGG!" He pull out his favorite weapon from his belt cache, his

 

 

 

Dragon Long Sword. He came down on the top of the ice and sliced his

 

 

 

way all the way to the ground, killing the victim instantly. As the ice

 

 

 

melted, on the ground dripped their blood from both the body and the

 

 

 

sword.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sir, I think he's dead." Roland yelled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Captain Obvious strikes again." Richie laughed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Where'd you pick up this guy?" Josh whispered in my ear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I helped him out earlier this year, so I thought he'd like to go on

 

 

 

a little killing trip with us."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All of a sudden, the victory cry was stopped short. A flurry of

 

 

 

arrows came from behind the trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh my god, this stupid kid was some kind of lurer. Everyone,

 

 

 

take cover behind the rocks!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Roland began running towards us, he stopped instantly. We

 

 

 

saw the spells of another Ancient Mage being cast in the background,

 

 

 

while an archer backed him up. We watched in horror as Roland was

 

 

 

frozen into a block of ice. The look in his eyes, I could read them

 

 

 

perfectly. The eyes of fear, of terror. Almost as instantly as he was

 

 

 

turned into ice, it began to melt. We thought he was breaking himself

 

 

 

free of the frozen bonds, but in reality, he was getting burned alive from

 

 

 

the other side of him. He almost immediately burst into flames, his

 

 

 

armor turning a glowing red from the intense heat of the fire blasts shot

 

 

 

at him. We turned away just in time, as his body fell to the ground, his

 

 

 

cape still burning from the fire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Roland! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Josh began to

 

 

 

scream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Pull yourself together!" I yell at him. "He's dead and we're not.

 

 

 

Let us avenge his death. Harold, Barrage them both!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"All right!" He launched two ice spells at the enemies, freezing

 

 

 

them in their places.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Go on in Richie and take the one on the left down. Josh, you

 

 

 

and I'll take down the other one."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a few seconds of fighting, the person that Richie took on

 

 

 

was laying on the ground, wounded beyond medical attention. The guy

 

 

 

that Josh and I took down looked more like a voodoo doll rather than

 

 

 

your average person. The fight was finally over, and we took the spoils

 

 

 

of the fight from the defeated and decided to give Roland a proper burial

 

 

 

rather than just leaving him above ground, where the scavengers and

 

 

 

various rats would take nibbles out of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Men, we've lost a good fighter, a good friend." I spoke sadly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He wasn't my friend." Richie whispered under his breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Put a lid on it Richie! Just because you and I are friends doesn't

 

 

 

mean I won't lay your dead body right next to those other three." I

 

 

 

yelled to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, lay off him dude." Josh intervened between us. "We're all

 

 

 

depressed because of our loses. You, Val, of your friend and you, Richie,

 

 

 

of a fighting partner."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I began digging a grave for Roland with a spade I found a few

 

 

 

yards away from the battlefield. Harold had found a couple sticks and

 

 

 

tied them together with some tree roots, and made them into the shape

 

 

 

of a cross. He stuck it into the ground, just above Rolands head. I

 

 

 

covered his body with the dirt I had dug up making the hole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I lost a good friend. A fine fighter. A comrade. May your soul

 

 

 

live on, into the next life, and may Guthix watch over you and guide you

 

 

 

safely through the many roads of the afterlife." I cried. It was the first

 

 

 

time in a long time since I cried. "Would anyone else like to say anything

 

 

 

in respect to Roland's passing?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Out of respect, I don't think I should say anything, for reasons

 

 

 

due to how I treated him." Richie spoke up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I would agree with your statement, you shouldn't open your

 

 

 

mouth after what you said to him and about him." Harold snickered a bit

 

 

 

under his breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wiped the tears away from my eyes and turned around to face

 

 

 

the others.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I think we should start heading back. The best thing to do is to

 

 

 

head on home and take a good long break. I think we've all had enough

 

 

 

adventuring for one evening."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh, here. I brought these for all of us, so I could head back

 

 

 

home when we were done out here," Harold passed out some clay tablets

 

 

 

that had been infused with the power of runes. "They're Falador

 

 

 

teleports. That way, we can all head to our portals near Taverly easily."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thanks a lot." Josh said. He wanted to stay out of the

 

 

 

conversations for the most part, thinking that if he butted in, he'd just stir

 

 

 

up more trouble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We all cracked the tablets below our feet and sank down into the

 

 

 

ground as the world changed around us. We dropped off everything else

 

 

 

we had on us at the bank and walked to Taverly. The walk there was

 

 

 

someone relaxing, even though we all were stressed out by what we saw

 

 

 

today. We all stood infront of the portal and looked at each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hope you can feel somewhat better Val." Josh told me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Same here, the both of us." Harold spoke for him and Richie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thanks. I hope you all can have a good night's rest." I spoke

 

 

 

quietly. "Goodnight."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I entered the portal and was greeted by my butler.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good evening, sir. Would you care for something to eat, or

 

 

 

would you like some tea?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm fine. I'm going to just head to bed. I've had a long day."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay sir. Have a good night's rest."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thanks. If anyone wants me at all tomorrow, tell them that I

 

 

 

am not seeing anyone."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Can do sir. Goodnight."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Goodnight."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I entered my bedroom, closed the door, and stared at the wall.

 

 

 

As I looked, I saw the picture that Roland and I had painted for us. The

 

 

 

first time we ever met, back at the fishing hole south of Edgeville. I could

 

 

 

feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I held them back, extingquished the

 

 

 

candles, and went to bed. The feeling of lossing someone takes a lot out

 

 

 

of you. Within minutes, I was sound asleep and dreaming of Roland and

 

 

 

I's past adventures.