It was a bright and warm mid-summer day in Lumbridge. Clouds rolled by, birds flew through the air chirping, and all the children ran through the town, laughing and playing all the while. All the children, that is, except me. My name is Alzerath, and I am the son and apprentice of the famous town carpenter, Jotalca. Well, make that his adopted son. We lived in a small, single story townhouse along the River Lum. This was the same river that my 'father' found me in when I was a babe.
He told me that he had found me on a dark and stormy night, while returning from the "Festival of Ages". The Festival of Ages lasts for three days, and is full of food and drink for all to consume! This festival takes place each year in the grand town of Varrock, of which I have only been to once before, when I was still very young. My father had not gone to the festival to drink and eat (though I am sure he did), he actually went to present his gifts to the Kings that had attended. That year the King of Varrock, and the King of Camelot were hosting the festival. My father's gifts were wooden statues of each of them, imbued with pure gold and silver strands.
"Alzerath! Come here, I need some assistance with this load of wood!" yelled my father from inside the house. He must have just gotten back from the general store with his weekly supply of carving logs. As I began to walk inside, I heard a loud CRASH!
"Father! Are you alright?" I asked, running inside to check on him.
"Ugh," my father grunted as he struggled to get up, "That was a heck of a log, thought I could carry it all by myself."
"Here father, let me help you," I said, with a concerned tone in my voice.
"No, I'll be fine," he replied, "You go outside and get some excercise". Of course I didn't argue with that, because I rarely got to go outside and play, usually because I was too busy helping my father, and training to be his apprentice. I guess this would be a good time to explain to you that I really do not want to become a carpenter like my father. No, I crave a life of adventure and danger! The life of a knight or a king!
As I walk outside, I hear a voice calling my name. I glance to my immediate right, and spy Donnovan, the town bully. He has what looks like a sword of bronze in his right hand, and a shield of wood held in his left.
" Come here stupid! I gotta present for ya!" he says in a spite-filled voice. I don't know what came over me, but I ended up walking over to him, with nothing more than my walking stick in my hand.
"What do you want Donnovan?" I ask, in a tired voice.
"I wanna teach you a little lesson on why you don't cross my path!" he replies, tensing his muscles in his arms. Then he lunges at me, sword angled towards my head. I thankfully reacted quickly, swinging my walking stick up into the path of the sword, deflecting it off to my right. Donnovan stood there, and looked at me as though he couldn't believe what had just happened. I took this as an advantage to take a swing at him, and so I slashed at his sword, knocking it out of his hand.
"I'll get you some day Alzerath, and don't you forget it!" He proclaimed as he ran off towards his house. All of a sudden, I started to hear clapping sounds behind me.
"Very good Prince Alzerath, very good," I whirled around, trying to figure out who the voice belonged to, and why he called me 'Prince Alzerath'.
"I am glad to have finally found you," said the voice, who I discovered was an old man, "Now I can take you back to your kingdom, to where you can take your place as the rightful ruler."
"Who are you? You look very familiar, yet I can't put my finger on it!" I said, trying to ask all the questions I could, just in case this was a dream of sorts.
"I am the advisor to the King of Varrock, and you have seen me before, because you are his son, the heir to the throne of Varrock!" he said, with a triumphant gleam to his voice. "So, would you be willing to come back with me to Varrock, to claim your throne?"
"Yes!" I said, "I just need to say farewell to my father first"
And with that, I, Alzerath, turned from a humble boy of Lumbridge, into the honest King of Varrock.