It has been a while since I’ve posted my stories in Sal’s. Welcome to a new story of mine, Precarious Pearl. RATE AND ENJOY.

P.S. Take note that this story takes 200 years later prior to the current date, Year 169.

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Chapter One

Emrick halted from his pace, intently trying to conceal the swell of excitement he felt. Today was the eighteenth birthday of the prince of Varrock, meaning he would now be free because the prince no longer required a playmate. He was only seventeen then, his medium-styled hair was brownish, his eyes were strangely caramel, and his skin was very pale. He quickly turned when he felt a hand tapped his shoulder.

It was the prince, wearing red velvet robes of royalty and an annoyed facial expression. If you would observe the two of them, you would really think that they were really opposite of each other. The prince’s skin tone was tanned, contrasting the skin of Emrick’s, the prince had black hair, his eyes were round and black, the only similarity the two had was that they were both good-looking.

"Yes, milord?” Emrick asked politely.

"Clean my room, now.” Prince Barlone commanded, and there was a hint of wickedness in his voice.

"But-”

"You are still my servant or playmate, or whatever it is until exactly noon.” The prince interrupted imperiously, eyebrows narrowing. "I was born at exactly noon, which means you will only gain your freedom at that time.”

Emrick sighed, trying to repel the fury he felt towards the arrogant Regent of Misthalin. He, together with the prince, walked inside the huge room, and, to his dismay, discovered that the room was completely a mess. He briskly picked the littered books and placed them to their rightful places; he discarded the unneeded papers from the needed ones and threw them. Emrick also had to fix the king-sized bed of Prince Barlone, which was thrice the size of a normal bed, and it was really hard to fold the thick, long and cotton blanket with only him doing it. His duty lasted for an hour, which should only be done in thirty minutes, if it wasn’t for the prince’s rude meddling.

Emrick felt fatigue in his muscles, and he sat on the ceramic-tiled ground. Prince Barlone glared at him in disdain, in just a few minutes Emrick will be free from his unruly grasp. Actually, the two teens were not rivals, rather friends who funnily denied the truth. Prince Barlone met Emrick when he was only five and Emrick four years old. The prince worried this day to come, for that would mean he would no longer have a friend, someone who would entertain him when the king, his father, ignored him in front f his subjects. Emrick, on the other hand, was excited, because he would have a higher chance to become the page of the prince, and if it happened, it would possibly make their friendship stronger.

There was a loud knock at the door, and their heads turned to it. It was a Varrock guard, sweating profusely and seemed to be so nervous.

“King Roald VI wishes your presence, Emrick.” The guard finally spoke, though his voice was like a squeak.

Emrick waved goodbye at the mumbling prince, and he was sure that Prince Barlone was angry. He and the guard paced towards the throne room, which Emrick never saw for himself. Soon, they came upon an oak door which he correctly thought as the door leading to the throne room.

He stepped through, and to his disappointment, it was much, much smaller than the prince’s room. The limestone walls were decorated with golden-framed paintings of kings, heroes and priests. There, just in front of the door where Emrick entered, was a throne made of pure gold, beautifully carved with images of flowers and leaves. And sitting upon it, was a man in his mid-forties, wearing hick red robes and a large crown that symbolized his majestic power as ruler of Misthalin.

The king looked at him and smiled kindly, and gestured him to come nearer. Emrick kneeled in front of the king, his eyes cautiously gazing at every corner.

“You have called me, Your Highness.”

“Yes, Emrick. I have called you to discuss a matter of importance.” King Roald VI impassively said, waiting for the response of Emrick.

“Is it about Prince Barlone, Your Highness?”

“No, it is not about my son but about you.” The king replied, and that response planted curiosity in his mind. What was so important about him that the king himself ordered him to come?

“You are not a normal person, Emrick.”

End of Chapter One

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You're storyline is incredibly original (and, as ironic as it seems, it reminded me of the Princes Bride). It has a lighthearted feel to it that just gives it the tone of a fairtytale, yet in the midst of the epic world of RuneScape (which can be quite epic ). The names are original, as well, except King Roald is in fact the second (or third, I'll need to look it up) King Roald of Varrock, unless this takes place in a futuristic setting, which would be perfectly alright.

Apart from grammatical mistakes (such as this: ) that don't matter very much, the only problem I saw with your story is that, instead of showing that the Prince and Emrick are really good friends, you just come right out and say it. An exchange of dialogue between the two would be really nice, maybe even show Barlone being a 'jerk' to Emrick, his servant, or a pillow fight, or else something spontaneous of the sort? You decide.

Very nicely done, I'll be reading more fo sho.

Very nice story I think Finway covered most of it. You gonna post a second chapter?

I'd love to read the second chapter. I'm quite captivated.