Author's Note: Yep, the prologue to my own RuneScape story, staring Terrence Wolfblade, a character based off of my own RuneScape character. As of now, I don't have an entire storyline, except that this is mostly the adventures of Wolfblade, and the story of his past. Also, it'll be somewhat of a humor fic. Enjoy!

Prologue

In the world of Gielenor (more commonly known as "RuneScape" by simple mortals), there was once a village known as Garendor. A poor village, Garendor had to put up with being a town that no one knew about. That didn't bug them much, though, because they were a peaceful people, and a peaceful town suited them perfectly.

In this village, there was a great warrior known as Alan Wolfblade. He was a renowned warrior, who had battled against a great many fearsome foes, and won. However, he had settled down now, and had two children. One was known as Archibald (what were they thinking?) and the other, Terrence.

Ever since he was a little kid, Terrence wanted to grow up to be like his father. He wanted to be a great warrior, renowned throughout Gielenor.

"Dad, can you teach me how to swordfight?" he would always ask his father.

"Not until you're older, son," Alan had always told him.

Alan had taught the older Archibald how to fight, but wouldn't teach Terrence. Finally…

"Terrence!" he called out. "C'mon, I'm gonna show you how to fight."

"Really?" said Terrence, excited. "Yeah!"

"I wouldn't have before," Alan told him, "But the author said I had to for story purposes."

Ehehe…

"Thanks, author!" No problem. Now, where was I? Oh yeah.

Alan taught his son the basics. Terrence wasn't allowed to use a real sword yet, simply a carved wooden sword. But, he was still happy. Everything's great, thought Terrence. Someday, I'm gonna be the greatest swordsman alive. Terrence's life had taken a turn for the better.

Or so he thought. One night…

What's that smell? Thought Terrence. He had awoken to a strange sound, and he was instantly aware of a smell. He stood up, looked out the window, and gasped.

The village was completely ablaze. Fire everywhere, almost blinding him. Then, he realized…

Oh no! Mom! Dad! Archibald! He ran out of his room, and found the hallway burning. He was trapped. If he went outside, he would land right in the fire. If he walked through the hallway, he would be, in military terms, a screaming alpha.

"Darn it! What am I gonna do?" Look to your left. "Huh?" There was a conveniently placed bucket of water there. "Perfect!" He grabbed the bucket, and splashed the fire. It was put out, but not for long.

"You realize that a measly bucket wouldn't have put out that fire, right?" asked Terrence.

Oh shut up! Would you rather you were burned to death?

"On second thought…" He ran through the hallway, and to his parents' room. He walked in, to find…nothing.

"Huh? Where'd they go?"

He ran to the door, thinking that his family might've gotten out. As he ran outside, he saw a bunch of people…dead.

"Oh man…" He ran, realizing he had to get out now. But then…

"You filth! Why'd you burn down the village?"

He saw someone wearing rune armor without a helmet, and he was fighting a mysterious man in a cape. He wore a mask, so Terrence couldn't see his face. He wore all black, with brown boots and gloves. He had a rune longsword.

"You foolish old man," he said. "They say you're the best swordsman, and yet you can't even match me!"

The best swordsman? Thought Terrence in horror. Then, he realized who the man in the armor was.

"Dad!"

"Huh?" The armored man looked to find the source of the voice. "Terrence?"

"Fool!" said the caped man, as he punched Alan's unarmored face. "You shouldn't let petty things distract you!" He gazed at Alan's dazed face, pulled up his sword, and brought it down.

"No!" Terrence screamed. He saw the sword go through, saw his dad fall to the ground…Terrence ran to him and knelt down. "Dad, are you okay?"

"Terrence…" he said weakly. "Get out…now…"

Terrence watched as his dad lay his head down, and breathed his last.

"No! Dad! Wake up!" He shook his father's body, but no luck. Terrence fought back tears as he stood up. He looked into the face of his father's killer.

"You monster!" he yelled. He picked up his father's adamant longsword. It was much heavier than a wooden sword, so he handled it with difficulty. "You killed my dad! You killed him! I'll kill you!" He lunged forward, trying to hit this evil person.

"You should've heeded your father's advice," he said unemotionally. He dodged to the right, and brought down the handle of the sword.

"Wha-?" Terrence managed to say, but then everything went black.

Author's note: Well, that's the prologue. Short, I know, but I wanted to test this. This'll be a combination of humor and action, as well as maybe some angst. So, read and review!