Redundant Messiah

[mervinator_9]

Well Im sort of new to the Library, so I guess some of you will easily find flaws in my work but regardless Id love some feedback,

 

 

 

This story was one I wrote (or began writing) a while ago and unfortunately lost steam. However I think Ill rewrite those sections which made me lose interest.

 

 

 

What follows is the begining of the story which I felt quite pleased with, the rest however needs some serious revision and expanding on, so I'll post those at a later date if I find time.

 

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Prologue

 

 

 

Dark times lie ahead my boy,

 

They always seem to with you

 

Ahso you have sensed it too, the wind calling out, the streams flowing without rest, the night creeping silently.

 

You speak of things that happen regardless

 

But of course, tragedy begins with a whine not a scream

 

So you have come all this way to preach our doom once more

 

No like you, I have come to mourn

 

The graveyard surrounding the two men was withered of all life and void of colour, bar the grey of the tombstones and the brown of the earth.

 

The elderly man stood behind the young warrior with his hand on the crouching knights shoulder.

 

I am not here to mourn and neither should you be old man said the warrior as he stood and turned to face the aging wizard. Rias is still alive; you know this to be true

 

Then why, replied the old man grinning are you crouched over at a gravestone that stands in remembrance to no-one?

 

Because I need your help father, to clear Rias name the warrior looked the ageing man in eye and felt shame rise through him.

 

You sealed his fate long ago, Toldan

 

 

 

The old man turned and began to move away. His dark robes swiftly passing between the tombstones.

 

So you do believe he is alive after all then Toldan called after him.

 

The old man turned to face the warrior once more I know he is, there is no thing, good or evil, in these lands that is capable of delivering death upon such a monstrosity as he, but he no long dwells here and so for the concerns of we left behind, he may as well be dead.

 

So then tell me, old doomsayer, were does he dwell now?

 

To the east, in the lands no man should tread, though the title of man is something that escaped your brother long ago.

 

I will find him father and bring him back.

 

Hmm the old man chuckled to himself, Then perhaps the doom I foresee will come to pass after all

 

With that the old man left the graveyard silently and slipped back into the dark woods surrounding the long forgotten cemetery. Toldan, unshaken by what be heard picked up his sword and shield and stared longingly at gravestone once more. The old man was right, it did not commemorate the death of anyone, but it did stand in memory of a man who he had wronged ruthlessly and it felt like a lead weight around his neck. He would deliver his brother vengeance and right the wrongs he had caused. Slowly he stood and turned south to begin the long journey back toward Misthalin and the great city of Varrock.

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

You ought to be proud of yourself lad, Its an honour few have ever achieved. bellowed Captain Rovin, the head palace guard of Varrock castle and one of the kings most trusted and loyal friends. The king only rewards those truly worthy.

 

Toldan felt no pride, only embarrassment, I did nothing extraordinary he protested, just my duty.

 

Nonsense Captain Rovin said resolutely assuring him you saved the kings live, defeated fourteen Zamorakian traitors and banished the vile beast they summoned.

 

The statement was basically true; well it was what the Misthalin subjects would be told. In reality it had taken him and twenty other Varrock palace guards to bring down the mages and in the process stop the demon being summoned.

 

The battle had claimed the lives of seventeen guards, with the other three horrendously wounded, the thirteen Zamorak wizards had been slain and the fourteenth was to be hung today at Toldans promotion ceremony. For his bravery he had been awarded the position of Grand Protectorate and was to be assigned to protect the king of Misthalin personally.

 

Come, said sir Rovin the ceremony will begin soon.

 

Toldans armour felt tight against his chest, he disliked the palaces formal uniform and longed for his own armour. Although he realised his battle scared steel armour with all its scrapes and dents would look quite out of place in all the grandeur of the ceremony. He felt out of place himself, the Varrock monarchy was a world away from were he grew up.

 

 

 

Toldan had been born and raised in Draynor; a village in the south west of Misthalin, not far from the coastline and the border to the west with Asgarnia, another kingdom in the lands of Gielinor. He had grown up there with his brother Rias, who he shared many adventures with as a boy. Brought up by his mother he had never met his father and she would never speak of him, nor would she give a reason for her silence and so eventually the boys grew tired of asking. The local village gossips claimed the boys father had come from the near by wizards tower but few in the village took much notice. The boys had a happy childhood and when they grew old enough Toldan went north to Varrock to become a solider and Rias went south to wizards tower to become an apprentice Mage. They had seen almost nothing of each other since. The only reunion they had experienced had been short but eventfully and left Toldan with a heavy heart.

 

Toldan wished his brother was there to see him now and that he could put things right between them but he put that thought aside for the time being. It had been two weeks since his meeting in the graveyard and he had come no closer to tracking his brother down, the plot by the Zamorak wizards had not at all helped. Toldan decided it would do him no good to dwell on such thoughts and he put them aside and prepared for the ceremony. After finishing his preparations he picked up his helmet, lowered it over his head and left the castle barracks, heading toward the city centre.