disclaimer: i do not own runescape.
this is pretty much just a few thoughts my character might have. enjoy!
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It's been a long time since the time I was created. I feel like I've seen the whole world while going about my business: watching, observing everything quietly as I thread my way through life and all the other busy souls around me. A piece of background to most, often unnoticed and forgettable, yet I know I have my own purpose. The desert heat, oppressive and dry, presses on me as I walk north, leaving the sparkling city of Al Kharid fade into a mirage behind me. The darkness of the Wild envelops me and I shudder in my freezing mithril armor as I search for the bones of a gargantuan monster, keeping constant vigilance for a bloodthirsty creature or, worse, clan. The sound of pickaxes all around me make a melody of chaos and determination which will never be heard above the ground as I attempt to find my own rock from which to mine.
Yes, I've done a lot in this world, been all over, learned most of it's secrets... maybe even solved a mystery or two about myself. But always, it felt like something was missing.
As I walk and learn, I remember.
I remember the one who helped me out of the haunted Draynor Manor, keeping cool despite my rising panic, and gave me my first tiara outside the palace of Al Kharid, all with a gentlemanly air.
I remember the three of us who went to Karamja almost every day, fishing (they with their cages, me with my net) and talking, and watching them cast their advanced magic while I struggled to hold off a single goblin with my bronze sword. While we walked and had nothing more to say, we would make animal noises at each other, always starting with "Moo."
I remember when we went into the Wild together: he as my protector, me as his food source, besting him at cooking if not with my fighting skills. I stood back and watched in horror as he battled three giants and barely escaped with his life. We ran all the way back to Varrock and, so happy to get out of there (mostly) unscathed, we did a victory dance, and kissed besides, in front of everyone in the square.
I remember when we met in the mining pit southwest of Lumbridge, and stayed up late wandering the land and talking about so many things, mining being the last subject on our minds. We were physically so far away, but so emotionally close.
And in that same mine pit, where someone with completely different music tastes from me bonded with me over the song "Smack That." We yelled the lyrics across the pit at each other and annoyed the crap out of all the other miners there. Walking back to the bank together, we laughed it off and thought of ways to make it even more annoying.
Yes, a lot of memories spring to mind as I wander. Bittersweet, tinged with longing for those simpler days now long gone. I haven't talked to any of them in a really long time, most not for years. They've probably changed; I know I have. Perhaps they don't remember me anymore. Or wouldn't even recognize me, thanks to the numerous makeovers and haircuts. But when it all comes down to it, whether I stand upon the tallest mountain or in the deepest cave in Runescape, whatever my victory or loss, this is the thought that comes to mind:
I am Horsedreamr1. I am alone.
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this is the shortest thing i've ever written xD thank you, please review!