Ok, so this is my first Runescape fan fiction. Other than a horrible attempt at a fan fiction about a year ago, this is my first piece of writing. Please review with CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISIZM. Thanks!

Btw, I don't own Runesacpe

---ElkinFencer

"Roy, don't do this."

"Andy, I have to. He killed my wife. Her death must be avenged." Roy Deck, the most famous warrior in all of Runescape, was preparing his gear for battle.

"Roy, damn it, listen to me. You're a father. Your son needs you. What if he kills you, too? Stephen's only 8 years old, don't risk making him spend the rest of his childhood an orphan." Andy Raynor was Roy's best friend, and the godfather of his son, Stephen.

"Andy, I'm not going to die. In the last 20 years, not even the supreme commander of the Asgarnian military has been able to defeat me. How could one man kill me?"

"He's not just a man, Roy; he's from Canfis. He has spent his entire life fighting off vampires and werewolves. He's lived in the Wilderness unchallenged for over 30 years. He's stronger than you are. Let me talk to my superiors, I might be able to get you some help." Andy was a member of Burthope's Imperial Guard. His career in the military had gotten him much respect and fame among the Guard.

Roy paused before donning his helmet. "Andy, just keep the boy safe. This is something I have to do. As Lucia was bleeding to death, I promised her that I would avenge her death. I have to keep that one last promise to my wife. If I don't come back, rear Stephen as I would have, and tell him who I was, and what I died doing."

Andy sighed, admitting defeat. "Be careful. Take these runes. They'll teleport you to Burthope. I want you to use them if you think you're going to lose. Remember the old saying 'He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day'? That's true, you know. There's no shame in retreating."

"I won't retreat. I owe it to Lucia. I owe her this one last act….." Roy seemed to stare off into space for a moment. He placed his helmet upon his head and slid his sword into its scabbard. Forged by the famous dwarven blacksmith Doric before his death, Roy had one of the only full sets of dragon metal armor in existence. The sword he wielded, a long sword made of dragon metal, was the last sword Doric made before his death, and therefore held sentimental value, as well as it's legendary strength. "Take care of the boy, Andy. You've been a good friend to me, and I thank you for all that you've done." Roy walked over to where Andy was standing and gave him a hug. He took one last look around the estate he'd worked so hard to build for his family. Portals to every city in Runescape, a workshop of which a dwarf would be jealous, and a chapel to Guthix that put the other gods to shame; built in the city of Varrok, the Deck estate was truly a modern wonder. "One last thing, Andy. Keep the house in the family. Goodbye, my friend." As Roy walked out the door, it was as if a piece of Andy's heart walked with him. He knew that was the last time he would see his childhood friend alive.

Roy paused for a moment and took in his surroundings. He was deep in the Wilderness, an area near which few dare to venture. His target was rumored to be in this area, however. He suddenly felt a presence approach him, and he quickly spun around and grabbed his sword. Before him stood a man clad in armor the likes of which he had never seen, though it appeared to be made from human bones. This man wielded a sword overflowing with evil energy. Painted in human blood on his chest plate was a large symbol of Zamorak, the god of evil. He wore a tattered cloak that smelled of rotting flesh. "Zezima….You killed my wife, Lucia. Your end his here. Not even your god can save you now."

"Ha. Yes, I remember that whore. I hate mages, you know. That, and her infinity robes just screamed for me to take them. They're quite valuable, you know. 10 million gp……Music my ears…." Zezima said as a smirk appeared on his face. Roy's blood boiled with hatred towards him. "That armor you're wearing would fetch me a nice price, too, would it not?" Zezima's smirk got larger as he raised his sword. "Time to join your bitch." Zezima's sword erupted in a red glow as he raced towards Roy.

'Holy Guthix, his speed is unnatural….' Roy thought to himself as he blocked Zezima's attack and slashed at him. Zezima dodged his attack and vanished from sight. Knowing not to let down his guard, Roy raised his shield and his sword and looked all around him.

"Peeka-boo." Roy, startled, turned around to see Zezima standing nose to nose with him. A second later, a heart-wrenching splatter was heard. Roy looked down to see Zezima's sword piercing his body. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Too easy. I honestly expected more of a challenge from such a legendary hero."

"Lucia…Forgive me….May Guthix forgive my failure…." Those were Roy's last words before the light faded from his eyes, and his soul joined that of his wife, Lucia, in the afterlife.

"Thank you," Andy said to Postie Pete as he closed the front door to the Deck estate. 'A letter from the Edgeville border patrol…..This can't be good….'

"Dear Colonel Raynor:

It is with grief that I inform you that my patrol discovered the head of your longtime associate Roy Deck on a pole not far into the Wilderness. We could not locate the rest of his body. There was a note inside of Mr. Deck's mouth. I have enclosed the note. I have informed the king, and he was asked me to pass on a request that you report to Falador as soon as possible, and has requested that you bring young Stephen Deck with you. Once again, my sympathy goes out to you for the loss of your friend.

Signed:

Captain Cameron McGlynn

Edgeville Border Patrol Commander"

Andy's eyes filled with tears as he read the letter. He sank to the floor and wept over the loss of his dear friend for nearly an hour. Though Andy was not aware of this, Stephen saw his crying. Even at age 8, Stephen knew his father wouldn't be coming home. At that moment, he swore that, as soon as he grew strong, he would take the life of Zezima as payment for the deaths of his mother and father. Stephen went to his room and cried himself to sleep as the realization that he was now an orphan set in.

As Andy pulled himself together, he read the note enclosed with the letter.

"Roy's dead. If you want the boy to live, flee the country now. You have one week."

As soon as Andy read the note, he called the butler and told him to that he had 6 hours to prepare suitcases for Stephen. As soon as the butler set to work, Andy left the house and rode his horse to his home in Burthope as quickly as the horse would go. Once in his home, he donned his best armor and packed a bag with clothes. He sent a messenger to inform the king that he and Stephen would be in Falador the following day. Once his things were packed, he rode back to the Deck house in Varrok. The butler had finished packing the things, and Andy awoke Stephen. He told them that they were taking a trip to Falador. As they walked toward the portal chamber, Stephen looked up and saw grief still fresh in Andy's eyes. Seeing his godfather in such emotional pain only strengthened Stephen's hatred for Zezima. They walked through the Falador portal, and walked towards the castle.