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Then I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Chapter Twelve: Justice


The stars above Gielinor shimmered beautifully, casting an array of lights that lay across the night sky in graceful coordination. There were a couple clouds of darkness that had casted itself, refusing a number of stars from shining upon the land. The moon was nowhere to be found, as if it were a judge unable to settle the conflict between the menacing clouds and the shining stars.


"Sir," a voice spoke in the silencing blackness, "Sir! Sir!" Again, it repeated itself.


"Sir, wake up!" Seth now felt his body being shaken. His eyes peered open, glancing drowsily at the two boys that stood before him.


"We need to get you out of here!" Talent whispered loudly.


"What are you doing?" Seth mumbled, his voice hoarse.


"We came back for ya, old man," Rapid muttered, placing a hand behind Seth's back in an attempt to help him up. "Now get up, will ya?"


"Alright, alright," Seth sighed heavily, coughing roughly. He slowly - with only slight struggle - made it up to his feet. "You came back? I told you to go on without me."


"That's not what we were taught to do," Talent replied, holding out Seth's dagger towards him, "Your dagger."


Seth retrieved it from Talent's hands, placing it in his sheath and nodding in thanks. "You were taught not to leave those above you behind?"


"That," Talent responded, smirking, "And we've taught ourselves not to give up on those whom we respect - whether or not it is our obligation to do so." He glanced at Rapid for a moment.


Seth raised a brow.


"If you guys are done," Rapid interrupted, annoyed, "I'd like to get the hell out of here."


Voices and footsteps sounded from outside the building, until abruptly, a door swung open. A group of men in white armor and a couple in clothing stepped through, whom - at first - did not notice the three members of the Fraternity in the corner of the room. Seth, Rapid and

Talent swung their heads in the direction of the door, their eyes alert.


"White Knights," Seth whispered to his companions before they swiftly darted through a crevice in the wall.


"There!" a man in white armor exclaimed as they started towards the crevice. A figure - dressed in regular clothing - pushed his way through the men in armor.


"I'll get them," he proclaimed before darting through the crevice as well, in pursuit of the three.


"Shall we help him?" an investigator questioned amongst the men.


"It is not to worry about," a white knight explained, removing his helmet and sighing, "The Captain will take care of them.




The four figures scrambled along the coastline under the dimly-lit night sky. Their feet hurriedly crushed into the dirt between the grass, mixed in with the sand from nearby beaches. Seth, Rapid and Talent were only ahead of their pursuer, who seemed to be radiating clouds of determination.


"How much longer can this idiot run?!" Rapid shouted angrily amongst the three.


"Just keep going," Seth answered, beginning to pant as they rushed forward.


The figure behind them continued after they leaped over the small fence.


"I don't think I can run for any longer...!" Rapid warned as he and his brother, Talent, began breathing heavily.


They hurdled themselves over another fence, as the man tailing them followed their actions with great skill and agility.


The night was nearly an abyss, and the four bodies were barely even visible towards each other. Seth grunted loudly before stopping in his tracks. Rapid and Talent looked over their shoulders and stopped ahead of him. The darkness separated themselves from each other; masking the unknown pursuer with an eerie presence.


"What are you doing, sir?!" Talent hollered to Seth, attempting to catch his breath at the same time.


"Keep going!" Seth answered loudly between breaths.


"This again?" Rapid said sheepishly.


"There will be more coming," Seth explained boldly, without looking at the boys, "You need to leave now."


"Come on," Talent said, grabbing his brother's arm.


"Don't touch me," Rapid barked, as the two brothers darted away from the scene and escaping into the night.


Seth could not catch a good view of the man's identity as he had stopped a couple metres away. Darkness surrounded the two men with a grim ambiance.


"The explosions at Melzar's Maze," a familiar voice spoke as the voice of justice, "Are you responsible for it?"


"I have no idea what you are talking about," Seth answered emotionlessly.


"You are going to be put under arrest, anyways," the man replied, sighing heavily, "I need you to comply with me, please."


"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Seth said in defiance, "The Fraternity will prevail." As the words exited his mouth, Seth darted towards his opponent, unsheathing his dagger in preparation to attack. "Take this!" he cried angrily.


At that moment - as he swung his dagger towards his opponent - Seth froze in his position. His attack had been halted by the grasp between two weapons that his opposition wielded - dual daggers crafted beautifully with white-metal. Then, he took a glance into the man's eyes, and upon seeing his identity, Seth's eyes widened.


He threw himself away from the man in front of him, startled by his sudden appearance.


"Seth," Synit said with a surprised expression appearing on his face.


"Synit," Seth responded grimly, yet cautiously.


The two stood there, not knowing of what to do; of what to say. Their weapons were readied and they were in a stance, almost waiting for one another to pounce first. For a good amount of time, silence drifted between the two as the darkness of the night shielded them from a view of the environment around them.


What a way it was to reunite with an old friend - a fight to the death.


"This is quite surprising," Synit laughed, easing himself from the tension, "What were you doing in Melzar's Maze? With the Fraternity?"


Seth's blade was waiting to strike, but he was not eager to commence. "I'm doing it for the family, Synit."


"You just attempted to kill me, Seth," Synit explained gravely, "Where is Derek?"


"Not here at the moment," Seth muttered in response, lowering his blade slightly, "Look - the basement of Melzar's Maze was being used by the Moonlighters' Cult to transport illegal goods, Synit. I left that place up in flames, so you can sleep a bit easier tonight."


"You do not know how wrong you are, Seth," Synit snarled angrily at his hostile acquaintance, "I heard the words 'the Fraternity will prevail' leave your goddamn mouth." His face grew concerned with a slight hint of desperation in his eyes. "Now if you needed money, you could have let me know. You didn't have to resort to this..."


"I'm doing it for revenge," Seth explained with the sound of his voice radiating determination, "My brother was lucky the Moonlighters left him in a hospital bed, because they left both my parents in their deathbed. Whatever it takes - violence, bloodshed - I am doing it for my family."


"No, Seth. I highly doubt that," Synit snapped harshly, "You're doing it for yourself. Derek would be here otherwise."


"Shut up!" Seth shouted in rancor, "It's for my family!"


"We are family, Seth!" Synit yelled in return, "And this is not how you greet famliy."


"I'm sorry, Synit," Seth said, gripping his weapon tightly, "But it is a lot more complicated than that. I need you to understand. I don't want to fight you. Just let me go."


Synit's eyes became serious and fierce. "Like you said earlier," he grunted, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."


"You leave me no choice," Seth said, sighing.


"You're setting yourself on a dangerous path, Seth," Synit warned, "A dangerous, dangerous path. I hope after this, you realize what you are doing or what you have already done."


"Are we going to fight, or what?" Seth muttered bitterly to his opponent.


"It is not something I want to do," Synit answered, "I just want to talk. You need to stop this."


"My parents, Synit! Do you not understand? I was robbed of a proper family!" Seth roared furiously, "I'm doing this for revenge!"


"We are all robbed of something, Seth, but we cannot go around searching to compensate for our misfortunes at the expense of others!" Synit responded gravely, as he shook his head, ashamed, "A group of undercover knights were brutalized two weeks ago. Do you understand that, Seth? I can't just let you go knowing you may have been a part of it! That dagger...,"


Synit gazed at Seth's weapon as he held it tightly around his fingers.


"No more!" Seth bellowed, realizing he had been the one that had murdered those knights, "I'm finished talking already!" He darted towards his opponent, raising his dagger to strike.


"We're really going to do this again, huh?" Synit mumbled to himself as he readied his two blades, "You're really going to fight me, aren't you?" he said softly as Seth continued towards him, "It's really happening like this...?"


Seth grasped his dagger with two hands, swiping it towards Synit, who dodged it immediately. He then flipped one of his weapons upside-down, slashing it towards his opposition. Seth stepped back - the blade narrowly missing his chest. Synit attacked again with his other dagger, but Seth parried it skilfully, the impact throwing both men a couple steps backwards.


"It didn't have to escalate to this, Seth," Synit scolded as he upheld a serious expression across his face, "It's you that has left me with no choice. The revenge you're seeking isn't set on the right path..."


"Enough!" Seth interrupted, charging towards Synit once again.


"No choice," Synit muttered, once again, as he used both of his daggers to clamp and hold the blade of Seth's weapon. His eyes widened, feeling the enormous strength Seth had put into his attack. He was struggling to hold the weapon in place as the two stared viciously at each other. For a moment, there was silence.


Synit shut his eyes, and using his daggers, he threw Seth's attack off him and took a couple steps behind.


Seth smirked as he stared at Synit, who had his eyes completely shut and both of his daggers gripped tightly between both his hands. "Is that all you got?"


"I never thought you'd ask me that again," Synit replied, smiling in return with his eyes closed calmly.


He held the hilt of both his daggers upside-down in his fingers.


"Bring it on."

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Omg so epic!!!! If you don't mind me asking why are you still updating. Everything's pretty much dead. Not that I want you to stop or anything.


EDIT: Hope you read this edit: One thing that is a little disappointing is that Synit is willing to arrest his former brother. He seems to hold the White Knights to a higher regard than Seth, especially since Seth also saved him from being prosecuted as a murder in the beginning of the first book.

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Omg so epic!!!! If you don't mind me asking why are you still updating. Everything's pretty much dead. Not that I want you to stop or anything.


EDIT: Hope you read this edit: One thing that is a little disappointing is that Synit is willing to arrest his former brother. He seems to hold the White Knights to a higher regard than Seth, especially since Seth also saved him from being prosecuted as a murder in the beginning of the first book.

It's not that Synit puts the White Knights before Seth - it's that he holds his duty as a White Knight (whom he also leads) higher than Seth's foolish actions. Synit understands that Seth has tread into the wrong side of morality and Seth has left him with no choice, but to turn him in. Before the two fought, I tried to explain that it was too dark for either of them to see each other's faces.


Synit wouldn't have known it was Seth when he asked for him to comply with the arrest but upon revealing their identities to each other, you can see Synit is hesitant on whether or not he wants to take him in. Seth also wishes to fight Synit, leaving him no choice but to fight back and ultimately, attempt to stop or arrest him.


I know it's a little disappointing to see them turn on each other. I'm sorry but you'll have to wait to read about the fate of their relationship. :)


I also was looking to recreate their fight scene from the first book, and I referenced the "Bring it on" and the "Is that all you got?" from the first book. ^_^

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Omg so epic!!!! If you don't mind me asking why are you still updating. Everything's pretty much dead. Not that I want you to stop or anything.


EDIT: Hope you read this edit: One thing that is a little disappointing is that Synit is willing to arrest his former brother. He seems to hold the White Knights to a higher regard than Seth, especially since Seth also saved him from being prosecuted as a murder in the beginning of the first book.

It's not that Synit puts the White Knights before Seth - it's that he holds his duty as a White Knight (whom he also leads) higher than Seth's foolish actions. Synit understands that Seth has tread into the wrong side of morality and Seth has left him with no choice, but to turn him in. Before the two fought, I tried to explain that it was too dark for either of them to see each other's faces.


Synit wouldn't have known it was Seth when he asked for him to comply with the arrest but upon revealing their identities to each other, you can see Synit is hesitant on whether or not he wants to take him in. Seth also wishes to fight Synit, leaving him no choice but to fight back and ultimately, attempt to stop or arrest him.


I know it's a little disappointing to see them turn on each other. I'm sorry but you'll have to wait to read about the fate of their relationship. :)


I also was looking to recreate their fight scene from the first book, and I referenced the "Bring it on" and the "Is that all you got?" from the first book. ^_^

Yeah, I remember that. :D Very nostalgic of when... everyone... when everyone use to post!!!! :cry:

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Chapter 13: Guilty


Darkness surrounded the two opponents under the dimly-lit night sky, staging an eerie and grim battlefield that seemed to be pleading for a hidden bloodshed between the two. The shadows almost urged for the fight to begin as its obscurities encircled the area around them.


The stench of the underground facility's fiery despair was clearly emitting from Seth. His face and clothing were littered with dirt and ash. His breath was loud and heavy, as he fiercely glared at his opponent, Synit. He gripped his dagger, tightly and ready to pounce once the altercation began.


Synit, although still slightly in dismay that it had to result in such hostility, readied his weapons in skillful fashion as he held a firm stance.


He stared at Seth with watchful eyes as the two shared a brief moment of silence and tension.


The tension rose, and with unbelievable speed, Seth darted towards his opponent.


"Stay out of my way!" Seth grunted as their blades collided with one another. He swung his dagger viciously, but Synit parried the attack using one of his own weapons. With his second dagger, Synit lunged it towards Seth's stomach. Seth skillfully dodged the attack - his opponent's blade edging his tattered clothing as it only slightly teared a mark in its stitching.


"You're in white knight territory, Seth!" Synit yelled as the two's matching proficiencies in combat resulted in multiple ricocheting parries and dodges. "I cannot let you go!"


"Why can't you just understand?" Seth muttered in spite as he lowered his head in efforts to dodge an attack from Synit. "I need to stop the Moonlighters' Cult!"


"By helping the Fraternity?!" Synit questioned angrily as the two took a step away from each other, but darted back into combat instantaneously.


"You're a criminal, Seth!"


With great agility, Synit slashed his white-metal daggers towards his opposition. Seth maneuvered his body, narrowly evading the first swipe and then parrying the other. With that, Seth tightened the grip around his dagger and swung towards Synit, who predicted the attack and lowered his head to avoid it. Seth clenched his fist and threw a punch at Synit, who took a few steps back from the impact.


The two peered at one another for a brief moment, both of the fierce warriors panting in sweat. Synit turned his head slowly towards Seth's direction, his eyes complete with determination.


Seth immediately sprinted towards his opponent with his dagger raised. He grunted as the blade of his dagger grazed itself against that of Synit's two weapons. Synit parried an attack from Seth, who had attempted to slash him vertically. Synit then spun around and using his other dagger, he lunged his arm forward. The blade narrowly pierced Seth's skin, marking another tear in his clothes. Seth evaded the move from Synit, and maneuvered his body to the side in doing so.


Synit spun around once again with astonishing speed, striking Seth in the back with the hilt of his dagger. Seth lost his breath for a second, as the force had driven the oxygen out of his mouth. His eyes widened as Synit readied his fist and drove a punch straight into Seth's cheek. Seth was thrown a couple feet back as he dropped to the floor. He could taste the blood in his mouth.


"Are we really doing this, Seth?" Synit questioned cautiously as Seth slowly struggled to stand up. His opponent spit into the ground beside him and once again, darkness covered the area around the two fighters.




Seth grimaced as he leaped into the air, attempting to strike Synit with a vertical slash. Synit countered the attack quickly, almost being caught off guard as he skilfully parried the attack away with both of his daggers. He then moved his two daggers horizontally, in efforts to lacerate Seth, who shortly after jumped backwards to evade the attack.


Seth seized the moment to strike as he twirled his dagger upside-down and prepared to lung at his opponent. Using his freehand, Seth quickly gripped Synit's wrist in a fashion that intended to break it. However, Synit swiftly raised his other hand, tightly grasping his dagger and putting it up against the skin on Seth's neck. Seth's blade was also resting itself in the area under Synit's chin.


Their surroundings were only that of darkness and abyss. The silence was only broken by their heavy breathing. The two stared at each other, both believing to have reached a mutual stalemate.


"You need to understand," Seth said softly between breaths, "This is something I need to do."


"Why is this something you need to do?" Synit responded, also while gasping to catch his breath, "There are other ways you can tackle this, Seth..."


"No, there aren't," Seth replied bluntly, "This is for revenge. This is for what they done."


"How can you even trust them, Seth?" Synit asked curiously, "How do you know what they are saying is true? You're putting your trust into a group based on deception and fraud..."


"Shut up!" Seth exclaimed in anger.


"You're coming back from saving the world, just to help burn it down again, Seth," Synit warned.


"This is what my father would have wanted," Seth interrupted and then paused for a brief moment, "Vengeance."


Their positions were frozen in place, with both weapons placed against both of their necks.


"That is what you want, Seth," Synit spoke with a hint of disgust, "You don't know what your father would have wanted."


"I do...," Seth muttered in disbelief as his eyes widened and he began to breathe even heavier.


"Tell me, Seth," Synit said with fearlessness, "What does Derek want?"


Seth did not speak a word in response, but only began to breathe even heavier. He could feel his head pulsing in discomfort, and Synit could tell Seth's grip around his wrist was loosening, not to mention the hilt of his dagger as well.


Seth shut his eyes briefly before opening them again and staring straight into Synit's eyes. At once, Synit pushed Seth away from him, leaping backwards cautiously as he witnessed Seth's crimson eyes.


"Oh goodness...," Synit muttered under his breath with vigilance, "Seth...?"


Seth screamed ferociously as he dashed towards Synit. He rapidly slashed his dagger at Seth with unbelievable quickness that had caught Synit off guard, and left him with a wound on his stomach while he attempted to avoid the attacks. Synit leaped backwards as he surveyed Seth carefully, his opponent breathing wildly and his eyes savagely fixated on Synit.


Synit could feel the control of his mind shifting away from him - his body would soon also do the same. He could feel blood running over his fingers as he placed his hand over the gash on his stomach. He felt himself drifting away from the sight of the battlefield, and at once he knew. Tysin would be taking his place.


Tysin - Synit's alter ego - was faster, stronger, and much more headstrong than Synit himself. His eyes were cautiously examining Seth's stance, although he was eager to fight.


"You've certainly changed, haven't you?" Tysin said quietly to himself while smirking.


Once again, Seth unleashed a barrage of slashes and attacks using his dagger. Tysin, almost like he had predicted where all the strikes were going, masterfully dodged every single attack. His eyes were fierce as he spotted a moment to strike.


Tysin tightened the grip around his dagger, and swung it at Seth's torso. Seth spotted the attack, and with increased dexterity, evaded the attack with success.


As he successfully dodged the attack from Tysin by stepping backwards, Seth twirled his dagger upside-down once again, and sliced it at Tysin. A slit of blood was carved into Tysin's arm - just below the shoulder as it hid itself under the tear in his clothing that had just formed.


Tysin cautiously took a few steps back, clutching his wound and staring back at his hand that was stained with blood. He glanced back at Seth with a startled look on his face. "You've definitely gotten quicker," he muttered under his breath.


Seth bolted towards his enemy, raising his blade to attack. He drove his dagger sideways, hoping to slash Tysin's chest. Tysin withdrew away from the swipe, the edge narrowly missing his tunic. Another attack; Tysin maneuvered his body to avoid it.


Seth continued to throw aggressive slices and stabs towards his opponent, but Tysin's concentration failed to be broken. He skillfully dodged Seth's moves, hoping to find a weak point in his overly-combative strikes. In a split-second, he stopped.


He prepared to fight back.


Tysin threw a hand down, grabbing Seth by the wrist and locking it. Seth loosened the grip around his dagger as his eyes grew larger in surprise, allowing it to fall to the ground. Tysin twirled around, bringing Seth's arm behind his own back as Seth screamed in pain. With his other arm, Tysin wrapped Seth's neck, hoping to render him unconscious as Seth began struggling to catch a glimpse of oxygen.


Tysin knew Synit would not want Seth dead.


Seth was beginning to feel as if earthquakes had been occurring in his head as he stared helplessly into the abyssal night sky. Clouds had covered much of the stars in the night, emitting a dragging darkness that shrouded him in. He could feel his mind beginning to blank out, struggling to breathe with Tysin's tight hold around his neck. He grimaced, attempting to break free from the position he had been put in, but it was no use. Seth was beginning to lose energy, and his crimson eyes were beginning to

fade to normal.


"Have you lost your sense of defense, fool...?" Tysin asked wittingly as he clutched Seth's neck tightly with his arm, "Next time you try to hurt me with such idiotic attacks, I will tear you apart."


Seth could feel himself tensing up.


For a moment, he observed the few stars uncovered by the dark clouds in the night - but then his eyes widened once again as he witnessed the darkness from around them, finally enclosing.


His eyes shut as he could almost feel the black abyss envelope him.




The capital of Asgarnia was silent, as much of Falador's residents were in bed, and at rest. The streets were completely empty with only dimly-lit lanterns hanging from the exteriors of buildings seemed to be the only distinct objects in sight of the city. The sky was completely dark except for the tranquil moon had finally shone its light through the murky clouds. A couple of guards stood, seemingly half-asleep, at the capital's gates.


It seemed as if the entire city itself was asleep.


However, the only area that wasn't dozing, was the White Knight Castle. It was a fortress that stood tall in the middle of Falador, surrounded by a moat and displaying its aura of omniscience in its stature. The castle was never completely empty, as white knights had taken refuge in the fortress' barracks in order to defend the city from any attackers or evildoers during the night.


Its structure had been repaired greatly after the fall of Zen. In fact, the entire city of Falador had gone through - not just repairs - but improvements.


"Don't you need to get home?" Seth asked bluntly as he stared at Synit walking through the cell door, and then closing it.


A couple white knights stood near the entrance of the cell.


"I was told you were awake," Synit answered casually, taking a seat in front of Seth, across a wooden table. He dropped a paper folder and a brown pouch onto the table as well. "I was waiting for you."


Metal bars of solitude surrounded the two.


"Are these really necessary?" Seth questioned defiantly, raising his wrists which were surrounded by metal rings that were chained to the floor.


"Yes," Synit replied as he nodded his head, "You'll see why later, but for now, I was wondering if I could speak to you."


"It seems I have no choice, captain," Seth mumbled through the metal barring of the door at a torch mounted on the white brick wall.


Synit stared down at the table, pausing for a brief moment before opening his mouth to speak, "How have you been, Seth? I mean, how has Varrock been treating you two?" He chuckled quietly to himself. "I really wished you and Derek decided to move to the capital - you know - stay with me and Sherry..."


"It's been treating us fine, Synit," he interrupted in response, "We've been comfortable. We were comfortable."


"Then, why, Seth?" Synit said softly, a feeling of concern evident in his tone, "Why get involved?"


"I don't want to have to explain this again, Synit...," Seth muttered in annoyance.


Synit sighed for a second. "What were you doing at Melzar's Maze then?"


"Infiltrating it," Seth replied quickly, "It ended up burning down in the process."


"And the other running with you?" Synit interrogated curiously.


"My accomplices," Seth replied expressionlessly.


"Names, Seth," Synit stated, "I'm going to need names."


Seth only glared at Synit in disinterest. "I'm afraid I cannot reveal that information to you, Synit."


Synit nervously glanced around the room for a moment, before leaning in and opening his mouth to speak once again. "Look, Seth, you don't have to do this," he whispered as if it was a warning, "I just need you to tell me everything you know about the Fraternity, please. I promise they will not touch you, nor your brother if you do so."


Seth blinked - his eyes carefully watching Synit yet filled with a slight hint of apathy. "I know you want to do the right thing, Seth," Synit said softly.


An awkward yet deafening silence emerged between the two men.


"I don't know what you are talking about," Seth finally answered, emotionless, "What I do know is that if I reveal even an ounce of information, it may jeopardize how far I've gotten - what I have achieved."


Synit sighed distastefully, and looked once again at the table, almost forgetting about the folder he had brought into the cell. "You've been


targeting the Moonlighters' Cult, right?" He began, as he opened up he folder and laid out its contents on the table. 'DECEASED' was clearly visible on each sheet of paper. Synit then dug his hand into the pouch and pulled out Seth's dagger - the one with his last name engraved into the blade.


"One of them was impersonating a Moonlighter. He was ordered to meet up with a member of the Fraternity, and bring him in," he spoke with a solemn and grim voice, "Along with nine other white knights, they were to apprehend this member if they needed help."


Seth well understood the situation in which Synit was speaking of. He only glared at Synit with no sense of remorse nor guilt.


"Apparently, next thing you know," Synit started quietly, "They're all dead from wounds delivered from a small blade." He looked at Seth with puzzled eyes. "That is ten families, Seth. I was wondering if you had anything to do with it?" He shoved the dagger across the table.


Seth watched as the blade slid across the wood and halted just before the edge in front of him. For some strange reason, he could almost feel the guilt screaming from his lungs, yet a sudden emptiness had taken over his brain and erased any trace of compassion from him. He glanced back at Synit with dispassion and unconcern. "He shouldn't have impersonated a Moonlighter," he said bluntly.


At that moment, the atmosphere had shifted and the tension had risen. The shattering of the moderate silence had alerted the guards outside the cell also.


"What the hell is going on with you?!" Synit suddenly screamed through clenching teeth, "I don't understand what is going through your mind!"


"Revenge, Synit!" Seth barked angrily, "What the hell do you think?!" His eyes were fiery and he began tugging on his chains. "I am helping the Fraternity so I can watch the Moonlighters fall! I want to them to pay for what they did to my parents!"


"Morals, Seth!" Synit exclaimed furiously as he slammed the table with his fists, "Where have your morals gone?!" He stood up with an enraged look on his face. "Those were ten loyal white knights who only fought to keep laws in order!"


"I couldn't just leave this chapter of my life untouched, do you understand?!" Seth grunted loudly in response, "I need to do what it takes before I can let it go! I want answers, and more importantly - I want revenge." He pulled on the chains locked to his wrists that prevented from allowing to escape. "You better let me go because I have done nothing wrong, Synit!" he yelled angrily as he struggled to break free from the restraints. "Let me go! I'm after the goddamn Moonlighters, not your precious white knights!" His voice boomed over the sound of rustling chains.


Synit only stared at Seth in silence, breathing heavily from the utter resentment he felt.


Seth began to get even angrier as his breathing was also becoming loud and savage. He attempted to break free from the chains, grimacing as he jerked around in his chair. "Take these foolish restraints off me!" he snarled.


He began to feel it again - his head was pulsing painfully, as he struggled in his position. The white knights cautiously raised their weapons, watching Seth carefully.


His eyes began to slowly convert to a shade of crimson. Seth shut his eyes tightly and grunted as he could feel his canines sharpening themselves into fangs. A symbol - marked in black - began to carve itself onto Seth's forehead again, the one representing the letter 'W.' He clenched his fists tightly, using all his strength to pull against the metal chains that prevented him from escaping.


Synit cautiously stepped backwards, his eyes widened at the sight of his companion's demonic transformation. He continued backwards until he stood in front of the cell entrance. At that, he threw the door shut and locked it immediately - its metal bars seperating Seth from the white knights.


Seth grimaced as he used all of his strength to tear the chains off its positions from being mounted to the ground. The shattering of the chains shook the faces of the white knights as they stared at Seth in utter horror, especially at the dark symbol of Zamorak etched into Seth's forehead.


Seth glared at the men that stood in front of him. They eyed him in return, horrified, as he bore chains connected to the metal restraints around his wrists. He gripped the side of the wooden table in front of him, tossing it over as the contents atop it fell to the floor - including his father's dagger.


Synit was shaking, yet still determined to subdue the altered version of his own friend, Seth. "Zamorak...," he uttered, referring to the black 'W' engraved under Seth's hairline.


The white knights stood, frozen and frightened in place, as they watched Seth breathe unusually loudly and snarl with his newly-mutated fangs.


"Sir...," a white knight began nervously, his weapon raised, "What... do we do?"


"Father Awkel...," Synit whispered to himself before pausing for a brief moment. His eyes flickered towards the end of the corridor. "I must get


Father Awkel." He paced away from the scene, half-running and leaving the other white knights to supervise their infernal captive.


Seth peered menacingly at the white knights that stood before him, as if he was ready to pounce onto them despite the metal bars that contained him.


They only stared at him back with their blades ready to strike, yet bearing a hesitant and uneasy stature. The crazed savage continued to examine his opponents carefully under a light growl and heavy breathing.


Seth's eyes narrowed and his lips broke into a mischevious smirk.

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Another great chapter. :P I'm very interested in seeing how Seth changes throughout this book.


He rapidly slashed his dagger at Seth with unbelievable quickness that had caught Synit off guard,

Only mistake? I caught.

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  • 1 year later...

When I have nothing better to do, I like to continue works I haven't touched for ages. Enjoy the fourteenth chapter if any of you still exist.


Chapter Fourteen: Recovery


Synit strolled through the corridor of the white knight castle, as Father Awkel followed him at his side. They continued past the glass of the shattered window, revealing the bright Faladorian morning outside. They stopped as they reached the ravaged cell, both of their faces grim and disheveled. Blood was splattered along the white-bricked walls and the floors of the area. Synit gripped the pendant around his neck tightly, as he gazed at the aftermath of Seth's escape. Father Awkel's eyes were shut and his fingers were clamped together in a silent prayer.


"He killed two of them," Synit said. His eyes were gravely fixated on the blood that was stained onto the floor. "He took the dagger and lunged at both of them before leaping out of a castle window."


"A Zamorakian symbol, you say?" Father Awkel's eyes were still shut. His words remained tense, suitably with the atmosphere of their surroundings.


"A black 'W' carved right into his forehead," Synit said. "It came out of no where."


"It's a possibility that this criminal may be suffering from demonic possession." Father Awkel's eyes opened. "His body has been possessed by a Zamorakian entity or some sort." He took a handkerchief out from a pocket within his robes, dabbing it against each eye.


"Father Awkel," Synit interrupted. "Seth is no criminal. I told you stories of his heroism."


"Yes," Father Awkel answered, ashamed. "The man who killed Zen, of course." He rubbed his beard in deep thought. "As well as many of your aqcuaintances," he added bluntly, drawing his face closer to Synit's. "You two may share history together, but this is the present... You are the captain, Synit." He took a brief moment to sigh heavily. "Well, anyway - Zen, I believe, was not affiliated with Zamorak in any way. Perhaps something happened to him after settling down in... Varrock, was it? Was he fine when you encountered him?"


The two shared a silent look. Synit clenched his fist, and nodded his head slightly.


"Well, I wouldn't say he was fine...," he said, examining the bloody scene. "But he was giving me coherent answers, and not breathing like a savage. He underwent some kind of change, Father. Something had to have triggered it." He glanced at his feet, squinting in deep thought.


"He's been living with his brother for the past years?" Father Awkel said, turning his head towards Synit, who then nodded.


"As far as I am concerned, yes," he answered. "Him and his brother Derek live in Varrock."


"A majority of the Zamorakian temples have been wiped out - many of their believers have gone into hiding." Father Awkel grabbed his staff, which was leaning against the left side of his torso. He tapped the bottom end onto the floor, as he coughed. "Derek is our most reliable source of information then. If anything unusual has happened to Seth, his brother must know about it."


"Are you suggesting we travel to Varrock?"


"Of course," Father Awkel said. "If we are going to stop the Fraternity, we are going to have to save this man. Have you sent the letter to Queen Ellamaria?"


"Yes," Synit began. "Our couriers are relaying the messages as we speak."


"Very well, then. Gather the information we need to find this 'Derek,' and we will prepare to leave for Varrock as soon as possible."




The midday sun gazed upon the city of Varrock; the enormous architecture of the Grand Exchange basking in its sunlight - the grand Varrockian Palace overseeing its populated surroundings under an elegant brightness.


Seth glared at the guards that stood along the path, preventing him access from the manhole ahead. Multiple other Varrockian guards surrounded the circular entrance into the Fraternity's HQ, as a trail of smoke could be seen rising from it, even at a distance.


He stood amongst a crowd of onlookers, adjusting their necks to get a better view of the blocked pathway. "What's going on here?" Seth said with concern, as he pushed his way to be face-to-face with a Varrockian knight. A line of guards prohibited anyone from passing.


"This area is off-limits," the guard proclaimed. "Only Varrockian officials are permitted to enter." He surveyed Seth's appearance with bitter eyes.


"Why is there smoke coming from the manhole?" Seth's voice was beginning to sound shaky. He leaned over the guard's armor, struggling for a clearer view. The Varrockian guard shook him off, giving an intimidating stare back.


The guard glanced at Seth's bloodied clothes. "There was an explosion in the sewers."


Seth's eyes widened in horror at the man's words. He felt his stomach beginning to get heavy. "An explosion...?"


"Yes- an explosion," the guard replied in a blunt manner. "Why does this concern you so much?"


"No reason," Seth muttered under his breath as he glared into the guard's eyes. He took a few steps back, glancing left to right and away from the crowd. "I should try the other entrances."


"There's no way in. They've blocked them all," a man said from behind him, as if he had been listening on their conversation. Seth recognized him as a member of the Fraternity. He'd seen him in the HQ occasionally. "The HQ was bombed by the Moonlighters' Cult," he mumbled closer to Seth. "It's all rubble now, thanks to those explosive potions - most of us made it out alive though."


Seth's eyes became fierce, and he felt his hands tightening themselves into fists.


"You should get out of here though," the man said, before leaving in closer towards Seth. "Whatever you did in Falador - their messengers are making sure it catches up to you here."


Seth only blinked at the man, before turning around and casually walking away with an angry look in his eyes. He hurried along the path, eager to reach his destination.




"Come on," Seth whispered as he knocked on the door with utter force. His knocks became more frequent, as he began to grow impatient. "Open the damn door." He grunted bitterly, beginning to breathe more heavily as his eyes grew worried. He tightened his fist once again, and raised it. "Derek"! he screamed desperately. Seth threw his fist against the wooden door, but before he could knock again, the entrance swung open.


Derek blinked and rubbed his eyes. He then gazed at Seth, seemingly surprised. "Seth...," he uttered. "Where have you been...?"


"Derek," Seth mouthed. He stared at his brother, taking a moment to calm the relief he felt from within him. "You're alive." He threw his arms around Derek's shoulders. "You're alive. Damn it, Derek. You're alive," he said through subtle tears.


Derek embraced his brother calmly, but had an uneasy look on his face. He pulled away, examining the crimson stains on Seth's robes. "Oh god," he whispered, pulling Seth into the house. He shut the door immediately, and gazed at Seth worriedly. "Your... your clothes, Seth. Where have you been?"


Seth glanced at his torso. He ran his fingers across the dried blood on his robes, and furrowed his brow. His eyes pointed back at his brother. "Look, Derek, I thought you were dead. Did you see what happened?"


"Yeah," Derek interrupted emotionlessly. "The Fraternity's HQ was blown to bits- I got out two days ago." He gazed at the stains on Seth's clothing. "But, I won't ask again, Seth. Where the hell were you?"


Seth shook his head slowly. The burning hell from Melzar's Maze appeared in his mind, along with the atrocities he committed to the people of Rimmington - but he did not flinch. The aftermath of his escape from Falador was only a hazy memory, although he could recognize the bloodshed and the cries of the numerous knights he had already murdered. "It doesn't matter, okay - do you know where Royius is?"


"No I don't know where Royius is, and I don't care where Royius is. I care where you've been."


Seth sighed for a moment. He fidgeted with his fingers while frequently glancing around the room. "I've been doing work for the Fraternity. Royius' been paying me - but we're getting close to destroying the Moonlighters' Cult, Derek," he explained, almost as if he was in a hurry.




"I just came back from destroying one of their compounds. It was in the basement of Melzar's Maze - I destroyed it, Derek, and I saw the Sawmill Operator there." Seth paused, staring blankly at the wall. "He told me to meet him at that warehouse in Edgeville. We have to go. We have to go now." He turned around, and began walking towards the door.


"We're not going anywhere," Derek said bluntly as he grabbed onto Seth's wrist. "You just got here and your damn clothes are covered in blood. You look as if you haven't slept for days, Seth."


Seth shook his arm, freeing himself from the grip of Derek's fingers. "Let go of me," he said, glaring at his brother. "I can change on our way there. Let's go." He started towards the exit again.


"I said we're not going anywhere," Derek said fiercely, as Seth placed his hand onto the doorknob. "I'm not going anywhere."


Seth laid his grip on the door, resting his palm around the circular knob. He eyed the wooden frame of the doorway, with a grave expression across his face.


"I couldn't even find you, Seth," Derek said through unsteady breaths. His voice was sounding audibly helpless. "I looked everywhere for you in Varrock. I tried to get to you, but I couldn't find you after they let me out." He swallowed tensely. "Now you're here - damn it, Seth, you're about to leave to kill more people and set fire to more buildings in robes covered in blood - you're here standing right in front of me, and I still can't find you! What the hell is going on with you?"


Seth's eyes narrowed. His grip on the door tightened, as Derek stared powerlessly at the back of Seth's head. "If you're not going to come," he said. "Then I will destroy the Moonlighters myself." He twisted the doorknob and lightly pushed the door open. "Our parents were murdered by them. It's disappointing to see that not even my own twin brother can understand when justice needs to be served."


Derek looked onwards as Seth shut the door behind him. He sighed heavily, before covering his face with both his hands. He stood there - alone in the middle of the room - silently mouthing curses to himself.




Although Brimhaven was left in ruins at the hands of Zen, the Karamjan jungle, along with its habiting villages, were left virtually untouched. The tall trees of the land grew abundantly, obscuring the sights of those who dared to travel through the vast area. There were wooden decks built on the Eastern portion of the island, with numerous men working on building the boats that were left unfinished. These men were all members of the Fraternity.


Deeper into the jungle, past a long fence that ran down the island, stood a building at the side of a running river. The complex was constructed in the middle of the jungle's trees, as the plantlife surrounded and masked the building in seclusion. The structure stood large - at three floors - but still seemed miniscule compared to the trees that circled it. Members of the Fraternity mingled around the complex. Towards the back of the building, atop the second floor was a balcony that outlooked the river that ran through Karamja, and the countless trees that established the collosal jungle before the wooden railings.


A hole, structured out of stone and previously where a well used to have been, was dug into the ground nearby the building. It was relatively large, and had metal barring at the top to prevent anyone from falling in, or from leaving the hole itself. The hole was surrounded by disheveled stone tiles. A rusty lock was armed to the door of the metal bars, clanging itself against the steel whenever anyone walked over it.


Royius stood atop the balcony, his nose pointed towards the nightsky and his eyes aimed at the glowing moon. He heard the door open from over his shoulder, followed by the sound of light footsteps. "How was the trip here, boys?"


Rapid and Talent stepped onto the balcony. Their robes bore burnt marks from the incident at Melzar's Maze, and tears from the fighting they were involved in. Their faces were visibly tired, and their eyes displayed their anguish.


"It was fine. The tides weren't too bad," Talent replied uneasily. "It's good to finally see this place complete."


"Years of rebuilding," Royius said, throwing his hands into the air. His chin was pointing at the kingdom of trees that lay before him. "It certainly pays off." He spun around, glancing at Talent and Rapid, who stood at the doorway of the balcony.


"It really sucks though, you know," Rapid muttered. "How the HQ at Varrock blew up and stuff. We're definitely going to do something about the guy that did it - right? We need to catch this guy."


"It was unfortunate." Talent nodded his head slowly. "Do you know how many casualties, sir?"


"A lot? I don't know for sure," Royius said bluntly without a hint of emotion in his voice. "We will deal with it accordingly. Back to business, though. How did your expedition - hold on..." He squinted at the two boys. "Where's Seth?"


"Well sir," Talent began. "Seth didn't make it back with us."


Royius blinked frequently in disbelief. He casually strolled towards the two boys, staring them down in intimidation. Rapid and Talent upheld their stance, albeit finding difficulty to do so. "What?" he whispered.


"We were being pursued... sir," Rapid explained.


"I want the story," Royius said, as he halted in front of the two. "From the top, please."


"We took care of Rimmington," Talent said, his eyes bouncing between the floor and the man before him. "They were infact workers for the Moonlighters' Cult, and revealed to us the location of where they handled the shipments. The basement of Melzar's Maze was a central point in the transportation of their illegal goods."


"Melzar's Maze," Royius repeated softly to himself while nodding.


"The place was filled with Moonlighters and their shipments, sir," Talent continued. "We infiltrated it, and our efforts resulted in the destruction of the complex. The place is nothing but ash at the moment. We barely made it out alive."


"Seth didn't make it out alive?" Royius questioned.


"He did," Rapid added, his voice a bit hoarse after breaking his own silence. "The white knights came after they heard the explosions. We made it out - all of us - but we were forced to run away from the knights." His eyes were grave as he spoke. "Seth stayed back to fight one of 'em chasing us, but we didn't see him after that."


Royius paused for a moment, before turning around and strolling back towards the end of the balcony. He leaned against the wooden railings, sighing softly to himself. "Well, boys, if it is any concern to either of you, Seth is probably alive - one of our informants tell us that according to a letter sent out of Falador, he escaped that white castle."


"What should we do, sir?" The two brothers looked helplessly at Royius.


"Nothing," he answered, his grip around the handrail tightening.


Rapid and Talent exchanged looks, both understanding the tension between the three.


"The man has made quite a name for himself in the Kingdom of Asgarnia." Royius surveyed the trees with a mischievous and eerie gaze. "I will try my best to get him to Rimmington. However, whether or not he returns to our establishment, I want both of you to know this clearly - as of now, we no longer require his assistance."

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