Author's Note: Hello everybody! My name, for want of a better one, is Danny. This is my first ever fanfiction, although I have written some original works under a different name. A few points of interest before I start the show.

I own neither Pendragon nor Runescape. They belong to D.J. MacHale and JaGex respectively.

Though most of this story takes place from Bobby's POV, I will NOT being using the journal format. There are many reasons, the most simple being that I don't like the motif and I like using other POVs. I'll create an in-story excuse for why there are no more journals.

This story takes place after Raven Rise but before Soldiers of Halla. Specifically, it takes place after Bobby has killed Naymeer and Second Earth is lost. However, I am not taking Bobby into the flume to meet Press and the other Travelers. The helicopter lands and my story begins.

I have decided that the turning point for Second Earth is the turning point for Third Earth as well, just as how the turning point for First Earth could've taken down all three. In short, the ten known territories have all fallen.

I believe that is everything. Enjoy! (I hope)

Prologue: Birth of a Terror

Several Thousand Years Ago

The man took a sip of his wine and placed it on the table. "No one is to touch this," he said to those foolish enough to follow him. "I'll be right back." For days he had been pondering the meaning of a strange text he had found in the Cavern of the Gods. "Halla," it read. "Ten united, One Forgotten." The man adjusted his robes and went off, using simple magic to confer with his most loyal servants. Seventeen beings, cloaked in shadow.

"Friends and allies," he began, "I have come across what may be the greatest secret of creation. There is a tunnel, far below the Swamp, that goes on until eternity. What lies beyond it? Halla, or so the ancient scriptures tell us. And so now, I give you a task. Find the way to traverse the tunnel, and you shall be rewarded. Fail, and perish."

The Seventeen quailed before the ice-blue gaze of their master. Powerful as they were, none doubted the capabilities of their liege to end their existence. Each scoured the land, going to the most ancient and sacred places, studying the old laws, searching for the answer: Deep dungeons of the north, the dense forests of the west, the harsh deserts to the south. Their master remained in the lair, growing steadily more impatient. After a time, he returned to the cavern.

What could it mean? What is this Halla? The man stared deep into the tunnel. The walls were made of a strange gray rock. He began to walk down the tunnel, wondering if he could reach a physical destination. Many miles later, he abandoned the quest and returned to the mouth of the cave to find that the cave had changed. The was now a star at the mouth of the cave, and a words formed in the man's mind: Denduron, Cloral, Earth, Veelox, Eelong, Zadaa, and Quillan.

The man suddenly knew. Those words were the keys to Halla. "Denduron," he said. Rolling the word off his tongue as if he were trying a food to see how it tasted. An odd word, but he could sense the power in it. That was when the tunnel changed once more. Bright light filled the tunnel, and the gray rocks changed into clear crystals. Music played, an odd, not unpleasant jumble of notes that seemed to be coming forward. The man felt an odd tug, and he knew. The words would take him to Halla.

Far away, in a land akin to no physical world, another robed man looked down in displeasure.

The music and the light pulled the man along down the tunnel. After a time, gravity kicked in, and the man found himself on top of a mountain. He instinctively knew where he was: Denduron, a world of Halla. The man was concerned; the land did not give off the same energy that his homeland had. That energy is what fueled his magic, and he was uncertain if he could use his abilities in this strange place. A quick investigation showed him that his High Magic still worked, but his simple magic, his only attack magic, he realized with a frown, was rendered useless.

Transforming into a raven, the man decided to investigate the new place. The quick search showed him that this world, as well as all the worlds of Halla, were disgustingly focused on order and peace and justice. The man knew, though, that it would be no difficult matter to change the very nature of this world. On Denduron, he found a simple turning point, a single event in the history of the land that, when changed, would affect the entire future of the world. And so it was that Denduron became a land of evil surrounded by worlds of peace.

Exhilarating as it was to spread chaos, the man was bitterly disappointed by what Halla had to offer. None of the worlds had any energy. It was a waste of time. He returned to the cavern and told it to take him home. The tunnel did not activate. He shouted, he screamed, he orders the tunnel to take him home, but it obstinately refused. What has changed? He wondered. If he was trapped in Halla, he would need to adopt a new name. He examined all the languages he knew and picked a name that pleased him: The Saint of Death, Saint Dane.

Present Day

Saint Dane stood at the mouth of the flume, laughing like the madman he was. Bobby Pendragon, his mortal enemy, knelt on the floor in front of him, defeated. He turned to his right and spoke to his only ally in all of Halla. "It is over, Nevva. What was once begun has finally been completed. Halla is no longer even of consequence. Now I can finally look beyond."

"Now we can finally look beyond," Nevva said, almost as a point of protest. "Do not forget my contribution. Now we can look beyond the twisted past and put these people on the right course."

"Not quite, I'm afraid." Saint Dane sneered at his naïve underling. "I care not for these foolish people. I never did, in fact. I simply needed this place. Still, I suppose you deserve a reward for changing the nature of Halla and organizing its destruction. I suppose you have earned being spared the sight of your failure." Saint Dane laughed once more as a look of comprehension failed to reach Nevva's features. She simply did not understand. Then again, she never really did. Just as she finally started to understand, Saint Dane incinerated her on the spot. "A mercy, in many ways." He said with an evil leer."

A voice from below sounded. "What is beyond, then?" It was young Bobby Pendragon. Saint Dane had expected the worm to not have the will to live, given his failure.

"Why Pendragon! I almost forgot about you. I suppose you have earned the answer to your question. What is beyond Halla? Everything. There is power beyond Halla, power I am now free to take for myself. But before I leave, I give you one last piece of information to torment you: Halla has always been worthless. The battle you gave your life for has always been a waste of time. Now, goodbye Pendragon." The demon turned around, oblivious to the fact that his nemesis had risen to his feet. He looked into the flume. Finally, he thought to himself, I'm going home. "Gielinor!" He shouted. But as the flume took him away, the voice of his foe called after him. "It is not over!" And Bobby Pendragon jumped into the flume after the demon.

A/N: So there you have it: Bobby is on Runescape. I will be writing chapter one right now, and possibly chapter two. Expect to see them soon.