Nihil Obstat: The beggining

[sephiroth_king]

Note from the author...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is actually only chapter one and the prologue of the story, just for people that want to read if the beggining is any good. If you want to read more, just click the link at the end to view the full length version, and even urrent chapters. There will be a new chapter added soon, too. Lastly, post here or at the page that leads to the link. So, let us begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once, a long, long time ago, in the vast past of Runescapes golden ages and the dawn of the ages of war....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The land was prosperous...Beautiful, and Golden. The many people of Runescape spoke the same language; no other language existed at the time. Discrimination did not exist, nor did hatred, destruction, or Sin. This era was known as the Nativity---The time of "Childhood," for the young, growing world of Runescape. As the Nativity era faded away, the dawn of the new era came; the Golden Age of Runescape. Discrimination started to take its toll on the many races, thus resulting in a revolutionary war, in an uninhabited part of Runescape were Lumbridge now stands.

 

 

 

Anyway, the revolution resulted in the deaths of many of the people, and Saradomin was not pleased. People started to turn from him. They started to hate each other, kill and slaughter each other. The Golden age had turned to the Dark Ages of Runescape. There were many battles...But, even in the time of darkness, were all hope faded away from the once happy faces of Runescape...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A new God had appeared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The new God claimed to be Zamorak, who promised the people even more power and wealth beyond their wildest dreams. The avarice of men is strong indeed; the monks turned away from Saradomin. Many of the devout and strong warriors of Runescape turned away from their once proud God. Thus, the monks and warriors created an alliance known as the Warriors of Zamorak.

 

 

 

The once proud and strong men fell under the strings of the mighty Zamorak. The wealth and luster that man had contained in the land for centuries had failed. The lust for power and greed was very great indeed, for the foolish men and women; but the still proud and devout men of Saradomin's army stood tall, for their families, friends, and their homes...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Among these men was a warrior named...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1: Edge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir!" The young prince shouted at the man in Dragon armor. Fienrir quickly turned around to see the young Prince Roald, in golden trimmed wizard armor, holding a Saradomin prayer book and a large staff. "I finally caught up to you!" Roald was panting very hard.

 

 

 

"YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re not very physically fit at all." Fienrir said sharply. Fienrir laughed, Roald wheezed and panted, trying to laugh, too.

 

 

 

"I haven't seen you in..." Roald started to count with his fingers, still panting hard, "I think two months. You have been training! Look at you, youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re in Dragon armor, a Gold cape, gold boots, a Dragon two-handed sword, Gold gloves...Need I say more?"

 

 

 

"You've said enough." Fienrir though it was funny how a prince, especially Roald, a young and spoiled prince, admired an outsider such as he. But sometimes he understood; the prince had to stay home and learn how to be like a king, and could never leave the castle, unless he was going with a guard. Fienrir always volunteered. He liked Roald, and to be friends with him meant he wouldn't have to treat him any different from any other person in the land. At least, thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s what Roald told him.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry that I'm excited...But being one of my only adventurous friends, I like to hear whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s going on in the outside world." So Fienrir told him. He told him of the mighty Dust Devils, the Kalphinite Queen, the Lesser and Greater demons, and the other dangerous monsters that he killed in cold blood. He told him of his techniques of becoming rich (although they never worked). He then told him of the uprising of the Zamorak warriors.

 

 

 

He thought for a second, and was partially reluctant in saying anything of the Zamorak warriors; especially of the sabotage missions that he had gone on. But Roald had heard rumors of these things, and told Fienrir not to worry about getting in trouble. The two young men looked into the horizon to see a small, yet very clear view of the big city of Edge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they both arrived into the town, they immediately looked around for any rare and valuable items, such as amulets, armor of any type, and some food. Fienrir grabbed as much sharks and lobsters and swordfish that his pack could hold, and Roald came back with nothing but a small, black amulet.

 

 

 

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