Chapter 1
I looked out the window reminissing of the old times. Well not that long ago there was a war between Falador and Varrock. James (thats me) led the Varrock forces with his two private guards. Lance a large and powerful Swordsman who trained since he was just a little boy, and Shawn a old wizard. Well I guess Shawn is beyond old he was one of the first wizards and he is a master of all the magic arts. They both taught me everything I know about Swordsmenship, and Magic. I remembered our adventures together through enemy territory fighting off incredible odds! But one day we made a final push into the Falador that utterly distroyed them!
Well a couple days ago we decided to meet at the Blue Moon Inn in Varrock to celabrate our friendship and our victory over Falador. Once there I realised that Shawn looked even older and wiser, and Lance looked well umm the same except about twice the size! (and I don't mean he was fat im guessing most of it was muscle) I then realized I was the youngest there. I smiled felt good seeing them again but for some reason they both looked troubled.
"Shawn, Lance is that you!" I laughed as I walked to the table trying to cheer them up, but they still did look quite worried.
"What's wrong?" I quized my two best friends. "James we need to talk right now...some were private." Shawn said to me surveying the room as carefully as possible. Then his head stopped turning looked on to one table and pushed me and Lance towards the door running ahead of us.
"Follow me!" Shawn yelled. The men at the table dropped there robes revealing the armour of Zammorock. Thats when all hell broke lose.
Chapter 2
We ran hard but they were gaining on us. I knew we had to fight them or die, so I did a quick pivate drew my sword and swung it right into the chest of the first warrior in one fluid motion. When the blade hit his armour I realized my sword bounced harmlessly off! He smiled, I smiled back just before I punched him square in the face! Shawn saw the fight and ordered Lance to help me fend them off well he prepared to teleport us to Drayonor.
"James behind you!" Lance shouted as he ran toward the battle. I quickly spun around and landed a neat kick on the warriors face knocking him unconscious. I then took a quick check of how many there was. I counted several and more were coming.
"Lance do you have a spare sword?" I yelled at him. About a second later we were back to back and the cold familiar grip of steel in my hands. The first wave charged us recklessly, my opponet was a young boy who looked familiar to me...I quickly diminished the thought and began my battle.
He was no expert but that did not stop me from utterly distroying him. One thing I learned from war is if you show a moment of weakness the enemy well seize it and use it against you. He swung high and I blocked the swing with the flat of my sword, he pushed hard to break my nerve but I pushed harder. Sparks were flying off of our swords then he made an all or nothing thrusrt towards my heart. I blocked it with a twirl of my blade and disarmed him. With a quick slash across the neck I killed him. I turned to help Lance who was fighting three opponets at once but then saw their bodies at his feat and smiled. He was getting older but he still showed no mercy to any enemy.
We killed about six warriors before Shawn shouted for us to run to the green portal. I tapped Lances shoulder muttered a brief spell of protection and ran like Hell towards the portal. I then realized right then that the enemy reinforcments had the insignia of Zamorak on their chests just before, I jumped threw the portal into the peaceful town of Draynor.
