The Sin War Chronicles Chapters 4-6

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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?