I wanted to re-write the first chapter cause I didn't really like it that much after I had read it over again, so, yeah. Read it and tel me how you liked it if you liked it better or worse than my first attempt, while I start writing the next chapter. But, if you're new to this story, welcome! I hope you enjoy this is as much as most of my friends did when I first had them read this!
Disclaimer: I do not own the game RuneScape, nor do I own the magnificent Ozan! But I wish I did...
It was a hot day in the city of Al Kharid. Hotter than per usual. The sun was blaring, emanating waves of heat that would make anyone standing in it feel as if they would burst into flames at any second.
A small girl, about the age of nine, sat outside one of the few shops in the city. Her hair was as white as snow, and her eyes a brilliant hazel, which would change colors. (A/N: I don't know if yur is completely true, but, it happens with two of my friends.) Her skins was a dark tan, like it was kissed by the sun. She wore a plain brown dress, with white pants under. For a little girl, most envied her beauty. Some wondered how she had come to look like this. If her mother had been one of the most beautiful creatures in Gielinor to have been gifted with such looks.
She sat there, playing with a doll she had found buried in the sand, not minding how the sun beat down upon her head. Two boys then approached to where she sat, their bodies blocking the sun's rays.
"Hey Shiva." one said, grasping the young girl's attention. This boy's name was Ozan. He was a couple of years older than what she was. He was also taller than Shiva, but not by much. His skin was a raw umber, darker than what her's was. He had shaggy brown hair, and his eyes were a deep chocolate, with some hints of gold to it. He wore rags for clothes, and was a bit dirty and unkempt.
The other boy next to him, Ali, was in his mid teens. He was the prince of this city, but not yet in rule, as he was not old enough. The Chancellor was in that place of power until he was eighteen years of age. His skin was a bronze color, his eyes were brown. He wore a small purple and white hat with a green feather pinned on it. His hair peaked out slightly from the cap. He wore a purple vest with gold trim, and a quilted white hakama. Gold cuffs were clasped upon his wrists.
"You guys are late." Shiva said, a smile spread across her face. She stood up from the ground, dusting herself off.
"But the sun is still at high noon." Ali commented, as Ozan chuckled lightly.
"That is Shiva for you." Ozan said, running his hands lightly through his hair. "Always one for punctuality."
Shiva only stuck her tongue out at the two boys, placing the doll she was holding in her hands onto the ground. "So, what's the plan for today?"
"Well," Ozan started, clasping his hands together as he started to pace around. "I was thinking that we could go mess with that man who runs that junk stall, ah, what's his name...?"
"Ali Morrisane?" she asked, knowing of the stall owner.
"Ah, that scum of a man. Scamming people out of their money." the prince said, crossing his arms. "I would love to have that man banished form my city."
"It is not your city yet, my friend." Ozan said, patting him on his shoulder. "You're still in training."
"Ah, but not for long. Soon, that palace -" he pointed a finger to the palace that was the centre point., "- and this whole city will be under my rule."
Shiva and Ozan laughed at his dramatics, starting to head off towards Ali Morrisane's Bazaar, with the prince close behind them.
Once they had gotten over to the stand, the three ducked behind some crates to obscure themselves from the view of on lookers. The owner of the stall, Ali Morrisane, was sitting there, his feet perched up, taking a nap with his headpiece covering his eyes. His was a plump, middle aged man, with light tan skin. His hair was black, with some flecks of gray starting to show.
Ozan then turned to the two of his friends, a mischievous smile on his face. "Okay, so this is what we'll do."
Once he was done whispering his plan to the two, they both nodded, understanding what they needed to do.
Shiva crept behind the man, Ozan crawling under the table, and Ali standing at full height in front of the stall. He cleared his throat, awakening the merchant.
"Hello! Welcome to Ali Morrisane's Ba- oh, only a child." he said, disappointed at this fact. "And I suppose you have no money to by a thing, correct?"
"That is true, Mr. Morrisane, but..." he stopped talking, his eyes looking at Shiva, and then shifting to the table which Ozan was still hidden under. "I am the prince of this fair city, so I believe I am entitled to whatever I ask of the shop owners."
"And what, exactly, would make you expect the same from me?" he asked the young prince as he flipped a coin up and down in his hand.
Suddenly, Ozan jumped up, knocking over the entire stand and it's wares. As the merchant was about to yell at the boy, Shiva pulled his headpiece over his eyes, then starting to run away.
"Come on, you slugs!" she yelled, running away, the prince hot on her feet.
Before Ozan started to run away from the stand, he looked over to Morrisane, and saw that he had dropped one of his many pouches of coins. Looking to his friends, then back to the merchant, seeing as he was still struggling to get his headpiece from over his eyes, grabbed the pouch, then running off to catch up with his friends.
The three had reached the shop which Shiva had been sitting in front of earlier, panting and out of breath,. Hearing Ali Morrisane still yelling, they ran into the shop, laughing and smiling.
"That was very much amusing." the prince commented, straightening his posture a little.
"Hello, children!"
The kids jerked their heads around to see a man walk out of the back room of the shop. He had on a green long sleeved shirt, a long brown skirt that was traditional to see men wearing around the Kharidian Desert, and a brown and green headpiece to protect his head from the sun. His face showed signs of aging, as did his dark brown hair, which had many streaks of gray.
"Hi, baba!" Shiva shouted, running to hug her father around the waist.
(A/N: In Turkish, "baba" means "father" or "sire")
"Afternoon, Tarak." both boys greeted the man, bowing in respect.
"Ali. Ozan." he said in his kind manner. "Ozan, I see that you have acquired some new clothes."
Ozan looked down at the rags he was wearing, then back up to Tarak. "Well, as you know, only the finest rags will do for me."
Tarak chuckled, shaking his head a bit. "Quite the joker, aren't you?"
"The best of the best." Ali added.
"And Ali," the older man turned to the young prince, bowing to him, "You are growing into a fine young man. How is your training going?"
"It is very tiresome, but, it comes with the title." he said, flashing a smile.
"Well, I wish you the best of luck. But you should be getting back before the Chancellor sends out the guardsmen to retrieve you." Tarak told him, sending him a wink.
"I shall, but, ah..." Ali walked over to Tarak, then silently asked him, "... Would Kavi happen to be here?"
"Ah..." Tarak said, a knowing smile crossing his features. "Kavi! You have a visitor!"
Footsteps could be heard descending the steps that lead to and from the ground and first floor. Soon, a girl who looked about the prince's age appeared at the foot of the steps.
She had dark brown hair, like her father's. Her eyes were also hazel, like her sister's, and her skin complexion was also that of her father's. She had on a red dress that almost fit her figure perfectly, and a red headdress to match it.
Kavi smiled when she saw Ali, then greeting him with a courtesy.
"Hi, Ali." she said in a shy tone.
"Hello, Kavi. Would you like to step out with me for a walk?" he asked her in his charming manner.
Kavi looked to her father for his approval. He smiled, then nodded at her. Her and the prince then walked outside, closing the drapes of the doorway behind them.
"Okay. Now that the two lovers are gone, sir, do you need any help? I could use a coin or two." Ozan offered to Tarak.
"You know there is always work for you here, Ozan. Both you and Shiva get an apron and broom from the back and start sweeping up the shop"
Both Shiva and Ozan nodded, then running to the back of the shop. Tarak shook his has as he watched the children, a while on his face, then walking to the counter to await any costumers that may enter.
After a hard day's work in the shop, and having eaten dinner, Shiva and Ozan were sitting up in Shiva's room, talking and laughing.
"So, Shiva," Ozan started, pulling the satchel he had on for the entire day over his head, "would you like to see some of the items I've found today?"
Shiva nodded her head, eager to see what Ozan had to show her today.
Ozan then dumped out the contents of his satchel, revealing many different items. There was a rune dagger, stained with a bit of blood from it's previous owner's usage of it, a short bow, a few arrows, the pouch of gold coins Ozan had taken from Ali Morrisane, and two rune stones - one with a symbol of aie inscribed on it, and the other, fire.
"Wow..." Shiva breathed out, amazed by Ozan's many treasures. "This stuff looks amazing!"
"I know..." Ozan commented, picking up the bow and one of the arrows.
Shiva picked up the dagger, examining it with hands and eyes. "Why do people drop such things?"
"The answer to that always escapes me." Ozan answered, as he aimed his bow and arrow out the window at a cactus. He hit his target with perfect precision. "But let me show you something."
Ozan grabbed the two runes from his pile of items, setting his bow down. He held them in his palm so Shiva could see what he was about to do.
"Now, watch closely."
Squeezing them together in his palm, he opened his hand back up to reveal brilliant, ember flames.
"Wow!" Shiva yelled. She held her finger tips above it, feeling the warm flames lick at them. She was enamored by the sight.
"You know, you could touch it, if you'd like." Ozan told her, making her look at him in shock. "It doesn't hurt. I'm not really sure why. Here."
Ozan grabbed Shiva's hand, guiding it into the fire. Surprisingly, it didn't burn her, nor did she feel any sort of pain at all. After a few moments, the fire diminished, and she drew her hand back towards herself.
"How did you do that?" Shiva asked him, turning her hand over to see if she had any burn marks.
"I believe that there is some type of magic imbued into them." he told her.
Suddenly, the two started to hear footsteps approaching Shiva's room. Quickly, they stuffed all of their remaining items into Ozan's satchel, then pushing it under the bed. They then quickly situated themselves atop the bed, sitting cross-legged with their hands in their laps.
Tarak entered the room, one of his eyebrows arched as he looked at the two.
"Supper is ready." he told them, turning to leave. He then haulted himself, turning back to the children. "One more thing. How would you two like to travel to the city of Varrock with me to pick up a few items tomorrow?"
Ozan and Shiva looked at each other, smiling like it was Christmas.
"Can we? Can we really?" Shiva asked, much excitement in her voice.
"Of course, of course." Tarak answered. Shiva launched herself at him, giving her father a hug around the waist. He chuckled at her action, patting her on the head. "Alright. Now you two go eat so you can get ready for bed. We have an early start tomorrow."
The two then ran around Tarak and to the dining room to eat. As he was about to leave the room, he spotted a coin on the floor. Walking over to it, he picked u the small coin, turning it over a few times in his hand.
Where did this come from? He thought to himself. Shrugging, he put the coin up his sleeve, then going to join the others for dinner.
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