Welcome to my 2nd fanfic! I played Runescape until, in my opinion was ruined by Jagex. I hope you enjoy this story because I will put my best effort into it. By the way, those wondering about "The Greatest Saiyan" it has, been put on hiatus for now since I am suffering from DBZ writer's block. Enjoy the story.
A Warrior's HeartA young boy stood in an open field. He happened to be on the other side of Tutorial Island. The side that was not used to tutor adventures just beginning their quests' in Runescape. He was the son of the mayor, Billy Sutton. The boy's name was William Sutton but he preferred Will.
At the moment he was looking into the sky where there where about 15 red, black, and green dots. As they came closer the dots began to take the form of something the Island had never seen before. Dragons. Men were riding the dragons clad in red armor. They held long, curved swords of the same color and the one riding a three-headed, black dragon, who appeared to be the leader was wearing a flowing black cape.
Will did not know what these men wanted but sensed it was not something good. He screamed and began to run towards his house. Billy Sutton emerged when he heard the scream and immediately knew what the riders were. He rang the town's bell and started to run for Will. It was too late as Will was swept up by the dragon and was flown away.
The dragons completely destroyed the small town and the rider's blades killed about 5 people. Billy Sutton was one of them. The town wept over there loses but most were worried about who would be their new leader or, were would they go. The dragon's flames destroyed most of the trees and the lakes were they fished were nearly dried up. They knew that they were almost certain to die.
Meanwhile, Will had been taken to the Dueling Arena in Al-Kharid. Were he was told he would fight other captives for the entertainment of Al-Kharid. "I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!" Will screamed which earned him a slap from the guard. "You will fight and you will like it maggot!" the guard said. The boy just cried.
1 week later
Will had been given an iron sword to fight against the other gladiators with. The young ten year old was frightened to death at the prospect of fighting to the death. Yet he felt an inner comfort telling him he wouldn't be killed and that he should be excited about his first match today.
A guard opened the door of the cell and threw Will out to the arena. Will was rather tall for his age standing at 5'0 and weighed about 85 lbs. He had brown, neatly trimmed hair that matched his nicely tanned body from spending so much time outside. He wore no shirt and red rag covering his modesty.
His opponent was not intimidating at all; in fact he looked like he was about to die of old age anyways. He looked to be around 90 years old with ghostly white skin and thin muscles. He was openly crying about facing death. Will's inner spirit took over and he gripped his sword tightly.
Out of nowhere, a voice screamed, "FIGHT!" and Will charged. The old man blocked Will's first swipe with his own blade but Will was relentless. The old man was losing energy fast and soon stumbled on his back. Without hesitation Will killed the old man.
Realizing what he had done made Will's face screw up and he began to sob. The crowd cheered slightly for the 10 second long match and the guard dragged Will back into his cell and locked the door.
"William," a voice called out to the young boy. "Will," it repeated. "D-D-Dad?" Will stammered. "Yes son, its me. Listen, what you did was not wrong, in fact you had no choice." Billy said. "But he was defenseless." Will said. "Yes but you were meant to. I know you were not fighting that battle, but something inside of you was. And I think I know what it was." Billy's spirit replied. "What is it?" Will asked, awed at this new information. "I think you have a rare gift that only a few people in this world ever can dream of having. The men at Wizard's Tower call it a 'Warrior's Heart' meaning, you are meant to fight. And unfortunately, killing comes with fighting. You have a gift to be a great warrior, maybe even the best and Guthix has given you this golden opportunity out of something bad. And don't worry, I am always with you when you call. But you need to train this gift between your fights and maybe one day you will fight in the Freedom Tournament, and gain your independence." Billy said. "I'll try dad." The boy replied. "Good luck son. I love you." Billy said and with that his voice faded away.
"Crazy boy, talking to himself," a guard said.
