Not So Wild

[JAMjE]

Ok, this is my very first post in this forum, but I've read a few other posts and hope to write a decent piece.

 

 

 

=About the Author

 

My name is Jamie, and I live in England.

 

I'm taking my GCSEs in a grammar school and I'm currently predicted, and attaining, an A* in English literature and language.

 

My hobbys include Runescape, Call of duty on my Ps3 and chilling with friends.

 

 

 

Please note, any spelling mistakes are probably typos, but if they are glaringly obvious, feel free to point them out. Constructive critisism is always invite and I am a writer who doesn't plan, its done my well so far so hopefully this can come together nicely as I make it up

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

 

'My name is Mygota and I live in the wilderness in Gielnor(?). Unaware to most, is a small hut, located to the far north, which I share with a few axes. I look up and see the murky clouds cover the sky, up there is the ball of helium and hydrogen you humans call the sun. I remember when I was a little ghoul, my dad left for battle. He went to battle the armies of Varrock, led by King Roald, and a brave adventurer called Biscit_Head, but was never heard from again. You humans drove us out of our home. Canifis and all the eastern provinces belong to the undead and us ghouls, but you humans took it, out of greed. You see the bloodthirsty vampires surrounding the area, and the ghouls that lurk suspiciously by the river, and you think yourselves victorious; well think again, you may have won the first battle, but by no means have you won the war.'

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

'Mygota!' screamed Eilinor, the attractive young ghoul mother, to her lazy good-for-nothing son. 'Mygota, get down here this instant.'

 

His footsteps echoing down the stairwell, Mygota scrambled to the kitchen, where his eyes met his mother, wielding a kitchen knife.

 

 

 

'Yes mother?' He said as he shuffled uncomfortably, as if he knew what was coming.

 

 

 

'Don't "Yes mother" me! You know what you've done.' She shot him a glaring look as he attempted to hide his fits of laughter, 'This isn't a laughing matter Mygota! How many times have I told you not to lure the neighbours son out into the moonlight, you know what their kind are like!'

 

 

 

'I'- I'm sorry mum, I just couldn't resist! You should've seen his face when it happened, and then the sound: "AAAOOOO!"'

 

 

 

'Well its no me you need to apologize to, is it?' her tone lowered to a hush, 'But I must admit, those werewolves are rather dumb, what good are they for Canifis anyway?'

 

 

 

The door slammed as the pair rotated to see a grand ghoul engulf the doorway. He strode into the room like only a lion would know whilst strutting around the jungle. He sat down expectantly, and almost like clockwork his fresh rat meat was on his plate in front of him. He eyed it with a look of disgust:

 

 

 

'Rat meat?' he questioned, 'I work all day, I provide for this family, and all I ask in return is for my son to catch dinner, and the best you could do was a rat?'

 

 

 

'But Luxior, honey-' Eilinor began, but before she could continue, Mygota butted in.

 

 

 

'But Dad, there was nothing else, the werewolves got all the bear meat and the vampires stole all the bat bones for themselves, I was lucky to get what I did!'

 

 

 

Luxior looked up at the pair of them, then down at his food, and his facial expression didn't change; he was as disgusted by his family, as he was by his feeble meal. He slammed his fists onto the table and looked out the window. His eyes were met by Rufus' who was lurking in the city centre like usual, looking for any new sucke- customers.

 

Silence engulfed the room until finally, Luxior broke it with another rant.

 

 

 

'I work my socks off killing six dead guys and banishing them from our land. I'm a local hero and this is what I get. If I were to slack off, If I were to let Karil run loose with his crossbow, would it be alright, as long as I tried?' He glared at Mygota. 'NO! incompetance is never acceptable, I thought I'd raised my child knowing this! Now get out of my sight, both of you!'

 

 

 

They scurried out, like rats escaping from a vicious house cat, and didn't stop running until they'd reached the security of their own rooms, they whispered 'goodnight' as they blew out their candles and tried with all their might, to escape the real world, and enter the paradise of their dreams.

 

Luxior devoured the rat meat like a beast, before downing his asgarnian ale. He looked around and saw what his life was; a modest two bedroom house in Canifis, the undead capital. He saw the mighty helmet of Dharok, whom he had slayed many-a-time, but refused to sell, despite the best interests of his family. He was a local hero and had a loving family, but he wanted more, he wanted worldwide fame. His brown eyes darted to the window yet again, where he saw Marticle, mayor of Canifis post a sign on the wall of the local pub.

 

Intruiged, Luxior went to investigate, and his eyes lit up as he read what he had been waiting for. Excitement flooded his entire body as he knew this was his chance, this was his chance to escape his life of luxury, only to make it better.

 

 

 

The moonlight shone upon the poster like a torch aimed directly at it, the rest of the world didn't matter at this moment in time. It was all about Luxior. He finally moved away to reveal what the others had been waiting for:

 

 

 

'Fighters Wanted.

 

The humans of the west are planning an attack on our lands!

 

Vampires, Ghouls, Werewolves and Ghosts must unite to drive these foul creatures from our cities.

 

Fame, fortune and immortality awaits those who take up this challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

*End of Chapter 1, taking a break, will write more later, comments so far?*