The path of the Ancients. - Runescape Competition

Unreveled truth.
What really happened at the ancient Senntisten?
Whats the truth of the empty lord?
Who is Zamorak?
This will be all answered in the story.


6. Fumus

When I woke up again, I was in a huge city, military though, till my eyes could see there were
rogues, mages, knights, archers on the roofs, huge cannons, merchants... the sort.

A blast on the door was what made me shudder out of my reaving, a huges gauntlet reached in, took me by the belt again, and tossed me onto cobblestone inside a circle of people.

And what shall the fate of this vermin be? - went the voice again I recognized as Torva's.

Numerous thoughts arose of what body parts should I be disassembled of, how I should be hung, and what pains I should endure.
None of these where my plan to be part of,  and I quickly thought of ways to escape my situation.
Then I remembered the box my parents gave me, I touched for it,  it gave me assurance.
I slid the lid open and took out a small stone, which I instantly recognized for a rune, which the mages use, though I didnt recognize the insigna on it, it was a small blood trinkle only.

Seeing no other escape route, I jumped up and hurled the stone at the huge knight.
Upon impact, the rune drained the knights blood, drew it outside and healed me own wounds.
The knights roar with anger, ran up to me, kicked me in the ribs with all his might.
I flew and impacted into the nearby wall, and almost fell unconcious.

All I felt was immense anger.

anger... anger... anger...

Cruor! Dont fail me!

My body flew into the air... It changed.
I had wings,  I had horns, I had power, I had anger.

I gazed around me in purple anger, My body fumed from the purple hatred.
I jumped to the bewildered knight, took him by the helmet, and flung him into a blacksmith, knocking him unconscious.
I turned for more targets, seeing the population flee, my bloodlust grew.
A mage tried to throw an ice block at me, which I shattered into shards and threw one through his heart.
Another trying subdue me, its some kind of lich, I didnt care, I wanted to DESTROY.
Suddenly a voice rang out.


The rest of the attackers scurried away, while I turned to see my newest target.

The Empty Lord.

I watched him, he watched me, our eyecontact locked.
My aggressiveness faded away, as he walked up to me, touched me on the forehead and said:


Welcome home ... son.

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