Ch.2

Dawn's Dawn…

David headed back home after talking with Chris and was thinking about the offer, the money was good… to good in fact, this made him un-easy what was he going to have to do? His rank was low, only 37 which wasn't exactly "clan material" so, he worried as I headed home, the sun setting behind him as he walked down the dirt path. He walked past the church and bob's axe shop, and there he saw his home, a small wooden shack with only one room. Inside there was a range against the wall on the south side of the house, a bed on the west with a sink beside it. David took his bag of iron and copper and threw it aside. He put his steel pic against the range and looked through a cupboard right above it. David pulled out bag with a peace of meat in it, it was covered in salt to preserve it.

David took out his tinderbox and lit the range, he grabbed a metal pan from the cupboard as well and set it on the metal grill before slapping the raw meat on the pan. It sizzled when it came in contact with the burning piece of flat metal. David then walked over to his bed and got a book from under it. When the meat was finished cooking, he put it on a plate and began eating it while reading an interesting book about the three gods, saradomin, guthix, and zammorak. The book was old and dusty with small rips and tears in it from age. David only read something if it was interesting to him, which was what made him so good at it, but if he wasn't reading something he enjoyed then he got aggravated by it.

After about 2 hours of reading, David noticed that the room was very cold and the windows were covered in thick fog. He yawned and stumbled over to the range, blew out it's dull flame and headed to bed, he drifted off to sleep…

He was awaken by an explosion, David shot up and looked around, he could see red light pouring from his window. He stood up quickly grabbing his pic and running to the door. He looked back and forth for any sign of danger, but all he saw was lumbridge in flames, the church was destroyed and bodies laid there limp and mangled. That was when he saw someone, he wore black robes with red trimming the sides, he held something in his hand, a staff. Not just any staff though, David knew that was the staff of the great but evil ibon son of the dark god Zammorak. His eyes widened, and slowly moved back into his house, but the dark figure turned around and made eye contact with David… the figure was him… only with long black hair and yellow eyes, plus fangs that could be seen slightly as he grinned evilly…

David woke up immediately from the terrible nightmare, he was sweating and looking at the window, still covered in that white fog, only moon light shining through…