Zamorak's Return

The days before war are always the hardest. I don't know what's worse: the fear of dying or the fear of living and watching my fellow soldiers crumple and perish around me, their eyes glassy and opaque while blood slowly seeps from their bodies. As I lie in bed, painful memories from the past that I had tried so hard to forget crept back into my mind and held my eyes open while I tried to sleep. I was only 16 back then, I had my whole life ahead of me, with nothing in my way, until a god rose from what we thought was death. The war started after that. A terrible war that spread throughout the land of Gielinor. We can thank the Monks of Zamorak for that. Other than the occasional blood sacrifice in the center of Varrock, the monks usually kept to themselves and didn't bother us much. But, one day, that all changed. The day the god Zamorak came back. A day, that I will never, ever, forget.

"Silver dear, can you grab me some carrots please? We're fresh out!" I remember my mom shouting as I stepped out the door. "Sure mom, anything else?" I replied, to which she simply shook her head. "Bye mom!" I shouted when I ran out the door, my long white hair flowing behind me. It was busy that day, which wasn't much of a shock considering it was the middle of summer. As I ran down the road, I noticed some guards with a very frightened look upon their faces. Running past them, I remember hearing them whisper, "They could be anywhere". Being the curious teenage boy that I was, I stopped dead in my tracks and hid behind a wall, just out of sight. "They're out there, I can feel it in my bones." said one of the guards. "But where? All the guards in the city are looking for those blasted monks" said the other. "They're obviously up to no good, knowing them, they're probably here to do a sacrifice." replied the first guard. "But why In Lumbridge? Why not in Varrock where all the other incidents have been? All I know is something big is about to happen, but I just don't know what."

Hearing what I needed to hear, I continued on my way, thinking. Monks of Zamorak? In Lumbridge? What's going on? As soon as I passed the castle where the Duke lived, I had my answer. In the center of the field behind the castle, a group of thirty or more Monks stood in a circle chanting and swaying back and forth. A blood sacrifice?! Gods, why is this happening now!? Oh, how stupid and naive I was. A thousand lifetimes couldn't of prepared me for what was about to happen next. The monks, with their eyes as black a coal, reared back their heads and screamed. The sound was so inhuman and high pitched that I felt a drop of blood fall from my ears. Then, in the center of the monks, a black void opened up. I stared in utter horror as the tyrant god that we thought dead for over 100 years stepped through the void. Zamorak, the god of chaos and destruction, was alive.

It was pure chaos from there; everyone was running away, fearing for their lives as the town was being destroyed, but I couldn't move, I could only watch as the god took my home away from me. I sat there, knowing there was nothing I could do. Then I felt a hand touch my shoulder. "Dante...." I said weakly, tears streaming down my face. I looked at him, the man who taught me swordplay, and how to use a bow. He simply said "There's nothing we can do, we must leave now." I slowly stood up, looked behind me and saw nothing but destruction while Zamorak headed west. I knew, right there, that I would never see my mother again. I looked back at Dante, and together we started traveling north to Varrock. The two of us alone. The only survivors.

Over three weeks had past since the destruction of my hometown. Dante and I made it safely to Varrock without any trouble. As soon as I arrived and told the guards what had happened, they rushed into the palace. They came back saying that the king wanted to see us. It was my first time ever seeing a king, If only I could've seen my own face when I heard. I felt like my heart was going to explode from excitement. Dante then whispered in my ear, "Focus young one, this is not a time to be so, well, hyper." Regaining my usual calm demeanor, I nodded at the guards. "Follow me then." said one of them. Both of us followed him through the town, when we reached the castle, my jaw dropped. "The castle here is nearly five times as large as the one back at Lumbridge." said Dante. We stepped through the doors and climbed up the stairs into the upper floor. "Just because your refugees, don't think that our rules don't apply to you." said the guard as we stepped into the throne room. We walked up to the throne and bowed to King Roald. "Tell me what happened," said the king in a strong powerful voice. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, Dante stopped me. "Your majesty," said Dante, "this is my student, and friend, Silver." He then told the king exactly what happened. As the story went on, I remember the king's face going from shock, to confusion, and into utter horror. When the story was finished, he paused, looked at all who were present, and said, "They woke their god to give them power, now we will wake our god."