Disclaimer: I don't own Runescape.

Author's C/C Time: Well, if you people have read my Oh Dear story, you'll see that I applied it to real life. It's going to be the same for this story! And each town is HUGE, Varrock and Falador being one of the biggest ones out there. Edgeville and Barbarian village's are semi-large, and Draynor probably the same size.

Onto the story!

Whisper clutched the rag hard and put her hand in the water, scrubbing the pan that had grease and grime all over it. She was unsuccessfully getting all of it off. She pressed as hard as she could, making her knuckles go white. After about fifteen minutes of harsh scrubbing, it finally started to come off. She cleaned it up, dried it and put the pan on the cooking rack.

"Father, dishes are done!" Whisper called out through the window. Her father should be preparing the garden that he held off always until night. She couldn't explain his actions at all.

"That's good, Whisper…" the husky voice grunted as he probably heaved soil to the ground.

"Need help?" Whisper asked, deciding to keep her apron on as she headed out the door.

"Almost done," her father said, "You just prepare to get to sleep."

Whisper stood by the doorway, her hand on the door way. "Alright, but come get me if you need any help, ok?"

"Fine, now scoot."

Whisper gave a small smile and went into the extra room in the house. Her father still treated her like a ten year old when she was turning seventeen not a couple days from now. She guessed her father spoiled her more that her mother had died a few years back. Her mother had died from a harsh fever that had spread like a wildfire through the villages. Thankfully, there weren't many deaths, but her mother had to be one of them.

It had been harsh on her father and herself. Her mother had died when Whisper was around twelve… which is not a very good time for a mother to leave her daughter. But… they had eventually made it through, and now here they were, living in Edgeville. They lived on the side closest to the Barbarian Village, having decided that it wasn't safe to live on the side closest to the wilderness.

Whisper slipped into her nightgown and sat down on her bed, looking at her bookshelf. She sighed. She needed new books, for she had read all of hers. She would make a trip to Varrock tomorrow to look in the stores there. If there were no books there, she would head to Falador on the next day. She probably would spend the whole day in Varrock for she had some friends down there.

She blew out her candle and settled beneath her covers. She heard her father walk in and settle down into his chair out in the small family room. Not long after he had set down she started hearing his snores. She shook her head. Same old Father. She closed her eyes and soon was asleep.

She woke up to a hand shaking her shoulder gently. She opened her eyes groggily to find her father standing there, his Rune armor on.

"Whisper, I need to go to the King Roald," her Father said. "I'll be gone for a few days. We're training the new recruits that had just signed on for the King's army."

Whisper crossed her arms. "Why now?" she asked.

"I just received word not ten minutes ago. I should be back in time for your birthday, so don't worry," her Father reassured

Whisper rolled her eyes and then grinned at her father. "Fine."

Her father winked at her. "I'll see you then."

"Ok," Whisper said and watched her father leave. She sighed and looked out the window. It was not yet six in the morning, but she guessed she would get up and prepare to leave.

Whisper yawned and got dressed in her light tan skirt that reached just below the knees and a matching tank top. She brushed her waist length silvery blonde hair, taking her bangs and making a braid with them on each side of her head. She fixed herself some food and then headed out the door, grabbing her long Mithril sword and shield.

Her father, Sir Darik Vess, was Captain of the King's Army. He usually had to leave every other week or so to Varrock to see how the Army was doing. He had been planning on moving closer so they wouldn't have to walk the distance every now and then, but they hadn't actually made the official plans yet.

Her mother, Lady Amora Slay had been Captain of the King's Army before my father. How they had met is that her father had been a recruit and had trained under her mother. Some of the men in the Army had taken offense about being trained under a woman, but she had been one of the best trainers around, and they soon ate their words. My parents soon feel in love, got married, and had Whisper. They had lived a great life until the tragedy.

Whisper's father still had the same income which could supply probability a few families per day, and yet they hardly used it because they lived in a small house with only a few rooms. People often asked what they did with their money, and they'd be surprised that they didn't do anything with it.

Whisper soon reached the Barbarian Village, ignoring the Barbarians that glared at her. They liked to stick to themselves and often attacked the people weaker than them. They had a nice mining place smack right in the middle of the place, and it was often crowded so you could get hardly anything and spend the whole day there.

Whisper walked to the middle of the mining place and gazed down a hole. More and more people were headed down there, trying to get the colorful or fighting boots at the end. Whisper had chosen the colorful boots when she had done it, not really caring about the fighting ones. They wouldn't quite look right on her.

She noticed someone with a forlorn look come up the hole, carrying clothing and armor. Their friend probably died around the third level where the higher levels dwelled. That's one reason not to go down there if you're low in combat skills. You'll often get killed. Or you could be the smart one and just run through it. Whisper had been one to take her time and fight against any obstacles in her way. She did pass on the high levels though. She had not wanted to get terribly hurt.

Whisper continued on, and soon passed by where the Lady Juliet lived. Whisper waved to the Lady who was on the porch. She feared the Lady was sick, for she did not know where her Romeo was. But, that was her problem. Lady Juliet had people looking for him all over. Whisper had heard that something had gone wrong and now the situation was even worse.

Whisper continued to head towards Varrock, and soon she arrived by the West Bank. She had to squeeze through people to get passed, for the lines were very long. Whisper was grateful that they had their small bank in Edgeville and hardly anyone visited there unless they were headed for the Wilderness.

"Hey!" she heard a person call to her. She recognized it to be the voice of her friend Kag.

Kag ran up to her. She was carrying a large pack on her back and her face was sweating from the effort of trying to carry it.

"Going to make some more swords?" Whisper asked, taking the pack to relieve her friend.

"Yup! I have so many requests for swords, you wouldn't believe it," Kag's said, redoing her brown hair that had come out of the bun it had been in.

"Actually, I could believe it. Varrock is getting really populated," Whisper commented.

"Today is an exception. One of the largest clan's around here is celebrating in the bar today. I wouldn't be going in there!"

"I'll keep that in mind. But a small beer would be refreshing right now," Whisper sighed.

Kag's mouth hung open. "Since when did you drink?"

Whisper laughed. "Since never. I was just joking."

Kag nodded. "Uh huh, sure, right, I believe you."

"Well, I'm going to look at the shops now," Whisper said, heading off.

"No, wait! Sliver said he had some books that he was getting rid of and he was going to ask you if you wanted them."

Whisper smiled. "That's great!" she said and then looked down to the pack she still held in her hands. "Uh… I'm sure you'll need this back."

"There you go again, trying to steal all my ore," Kag joked, taking the bag and then heading into a building.

Whisper shook her head and walked towards the bar. Sliver usually helped the bar keeper on busy days, so she expected him to be there. She arrived at the bar to find the doorway blocked by hundreds of people. Maybe not hundreds, but there were a lot. She ran to the back door which was only for employees, but she headed in anyways.

"Whisper! I have some books for you!" Sliver said, walking into the room with a box full of empty beer bottles. "Feeling like helping clean today?"

"Maybe in a little bit. I was hoping to look at your books first," Whisper said.

"Follow me, then."

Thankfully she had not read the books that he had, and she took a box. She had not thought of bringing the cart, so she borrowed one from the bar. After shopping in all the shops around, she headed back to the bar with a full cart and helped Sliver with the cleaning until it was around five o'clock in the afternoon. She had left shortly after five, and arrived home in time to read a book after dinner was made.

After all that was done, she sat down in a chair and began to read, but she was interrupted when a loud noise sounded from the house next to her. It sounded like an explosion.

Whisper got up from the chair quietly, and peered out the window and gasped. The house was on fire! She heard some screams and grabbed her sword just in case. She ran out, expecting to find people trying to douse the flames, but she something she didn't expect.

The people that lived around her were dead. They all had weapons in their hands. The ground was covered in their blood, and she gave a small scream and backed up a few steps.

What was this? Who was attacking?

Whisper turned to ran back in the house but she ran into a person standing there. She fell backwards and landed hard on the ground. She looked up and held her sword tighter. The man that stood before her was not familiar at all. He had Rune armor, Rune battle ax, and was wearing a Rune helmet. He took the helmet off and Whisper gasped. The man standing before her was not a year older than her! He had wavy blonde hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black. He had a scar across his nose and he gave a small evil smile to Whisper.

Whisper growled at him. "Who are you? Did you do all this? Why didn't I hear all the fighting?"

"Don't you know our clan?" he asked quietly but evilly.

"No; should I?" Whisper asked.

"We are the Silent Warrior's, dear Lady Whisper Vess," he said.

Whisper snarled at the mention of her name. "You didn't answer my question. Did you do all this?"

"Yes…"

At the sound of the 'yes' Whisper sprang up and thrust her sword at the man. He parried and they locked swords.

"Why?" Whisper asked, tears coming to her eyes.

The man laughed. "There is no 'why' in my book."

"Then maybe you should end your book," Whisper said, pushing his sword back.

"My my, that's some strength you have, Lady Whisper," the man said. He had been holding his sword with two hands, and then he let go so only his left arm held his sword. "But you can't match my power."

Whisper struggled to hold against his strength. Her muscles strained and she gave a small yell in trying to push him back, but it was to no avail. She fell back down to the ground and the man had gotten behind her and whacked his sword's handle on Whisper's head, making her crumple to the ground.

Whisper could hardly hear what the man said. "Lady Whisper Vess, you are to be taken captive and held under the Silent Warrior's hold. Soon not only Edgeville will be attacked, but the rest of the villages as well."

Whisper's vision began to disappear and the world went black. She heard no more.

To be continued!

It actually doesn't seem that long… but I hoped you guys liked it and please review!