A/N-Ok so I started this story earlier this year, disliked it, then started this again. 1st chapter rewritten.

DISCLAIMER-I own Runescape, then I woke up.

~99099~

The flag was held high as the last of their metal fire-breathing turtles stopped rumbling, as their last metal bird was no longer airborne, as their last ship sank. A moment of silence followed, people couldn't believe that this moment had actually arrived. The air was silent save for a few fires and a river that was flowing nearby, its water tainted by blood and oil. A warrior with destroyed armor sank to her knees with a clang. It broke the silence. A yell of victory, a sobbing man, smiling elders that lived to see the light of day again. They all cheered, for this moment would go down in history when they were at last free, free of the oppression, free from the fear of constant death, free from hell.

But this freedom was not easily earned however. Many died, mothers weeping for their lost children, children crying for lost parents. People crying for their lives that they were so violently ripped apart from. Many loved ones where taken away never to return, never to feel this freedom and the warmth of the daylight.

These strange people, dressed in robes, armor of varying colors, in royal suits, in poor rags, rejoiced.

Swords, bows, staffs, strange black sticks the shot fire, blades for varying lengths, where thrust into the air as they proclaimed victory over the strange men that had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.

Life was never going to be the same.

But let's look at life before this great event.

Way before.

Nothing.

Then something. A glimmer of light. A spark in this immeasurable void.

Life. What was the meaning of it? Why was there life? Why is there life in all sorts of creatures?

For life to exist he would need a place.

The deity pondered on. There was no place to put the people he had plans for.

So there was only one possible solution.

Scooping up a handful of sand from the ground, he then covered the sand with his other hand and thought, about creations, about ideas, about love.

When he opened his hands there where two stones.. A pearly white stone. A stone to him, but a planet to us. He planted seeds, he dug rivers, and he made a utopia for his children. He turned his attention to its twin. This one, was obsidian, laced with streaks of red, a polar opposite of the white rock. But a rock nonetheless.

Then he took people from another world, a world that was already mature, already populated. And he gently placed them onto the first of the two rocks. But he didn't want them to suffer as much as the people on the mature planet did killing and burning away their lives with technology. No, he wanted them to stay as they were when he created their world, so he gave them something that would mean they didn't have a need for technology, magic. Magic was weaker than technology, but was more controllable. While seemingly harmless technology could be modified at a moment's glance into something deadly, magic could not be modified just as easily.

But as much as he loved them, he wouldn't spoil them, they had to work for themselves. So he limited the magic and infused them in stones. He had a group of humans work in alters to create these stones, and another group to mine the special stone that was used to create these...these...He stopped, and realized he would need a name for these magical stones.

"Runes" he thought.

This went on for a while, humans mined stones, and others made them into runes.

But humans needed companions, and being the only creature in existence was tireing. He needed variation.

He created a race that was more beautiful, wise, and nimble. But they lacked the ingenuity of humans.

He also created more human like creatures, short humans that had a love of the ground, had excellent skill in metalworking, but lacked the attitude of humans and where usually gruff. They also lacked height.

But when he created the former race, there was a design flaw, some of them loved height and were claustrophobic and stuck to the trees, they also hated being dirty and had higher standards of living. At first he tried to change them back into the usual gruff and ground-hugging twins. But he loved his children dearly and they were just like that. He had no desire to force them into something they were not born as. So he changed them into another race. Still a short, humanoid creature, but with the attitude of kings. They also had a love of the air, after living in trees; altitude was one thing they prized.

Overall he made many races, many forms, and many souls.

But revolt would shake the entire existence apart. The opposite rock lay abandoned, and left barren for all eternity. But life would have the last say, as even there, life would flourish. Although "flourish" is not the word I should be using. Life was hard there, a fact multiplied by their emotions. The people of the world where loving and caring. The people of the opposite world where cold, hard, and warlike. They fought for territory, food, and resources. Unlike the occupants of the world, the people of the opposite world did not have access to runes. So they created the one thing the deity was trying to not to create, technology. And with their ways of life, war machines where nothing out of the ordinary.

But they wanted revenge on the deity, for forgetting them. For abandoning them. They called themselves, Chaos. Or translated, people of war. One chaos stood above the rest, he called himself, Zemorelek, or as we know, Zamorak. God of Chaos.

The people of the Chaos declared war on the deity's original creation. Again, one person of the world stood above to lead the rest. Saradomin, God of Wisdom. They fought battles both on the world and the world of Chaos. The battle ended with a stalemate. And after the great battle, Saradomin named this world, Runescape, after the runes that this world revolved around. Chaos, battle-scarred and life pretty much hardened to live there, didn't look any worse. The world of Runescape however, was burnt to the ground, life clinging onto existence. Most of Runescape's fauna and flora grew back eventually, but there was one place where nothing would grow. A place north of a major settlement. Nothing would grow, and some humans brought back some soil from this area. Even out of this area, plants refused to grow in the tortured soil. This area remains barren today. And all hope has been given up to seed this land with life.

It has also been said that this place held the ghosts of Chaosian warriors. Living they where formidable warriors. Even in death, they were said to be able to kill mighty adventurers.

Today the connection with Chaos and our world has been cut off, separated for eternity. And it is this war that fueled our determination that technology will never find its place on this world.

"And so concludes our history lesson."

The teacher, back cracking as he stood up from the long talk, looked at the grandfather clock to his left.

"Alright pack up school's gonna end. Homework-" The class responded with a groan, "Fine, just a few pages this time then. Get outta 'ere."

As the class rose up from their seats, the light patter of rain began dropping from the sky. The light patter soon turned into a shower.

As clouds rumbled, a bolt of lightning struck close to where they were now. At least they were inside the building. Unlike the sorry souls that were forced to spar and run in this torrential downpour. They were the unlucky ones. But no one noticed the clouds starting to turn into a smooth ceiling. Not the regular stormy sky with bumps and holes, but dark clouds with smooth undersides covered the entire world. Then the clouds had red tinge to them, after a while the color came together and formed symbols. Symbols of Chaos. Symbols of Death.

Rain poured from the sky, the nearby stream usually just trickling was now a rushing torrent of water and mud.

The sky was dark enough to be confused with nighttime.

Lightning struck.

The universe is much bigger than one thinks it is.

~99099~

Please Review! If you find yourself interested, please post a review so I will know that you are.

PS: I know that Runescape's history is a bit different. This is not the OFFICIAL history of Runescape.

Please note that I will be screwing up Runescape's storyline a lot :)

PPS:I know what I'm doing with the story. I wont forget anything(mostly...)

2/2/10 NOTE-I will continue writing this story. At least to the second chapter.

12/2/10-Story ALMOST abandoned. But will continue.