Warrior of Misthalin

Chapter 1

Varrock Castle, King's Room

"My King, I have traveled long and far to bring you this gold."

"Guard, why have you taken so long? A trip from here to Draynor Village is only a few days!"

"But my King, I had to travel to Burthorpe." The guard said, wearing a long black cloak that was hiding something.

"Why have you traveled to Burthorpe, without my orders? We do not rule there!" the King with full dragon said. The door opened behind them, and a female walked in with a yellow party hat. She looked at the king with stern eyes, but deep inside she laughed with amusement.

"Torvald, remember that family who went to mysterious lands? The one who bailed when our guard demanded money? That's probably where he traveled-to Burthorpe to get them."

Yes, M'lady, I remember that only too well. Have they paid us?" the king asked, nodding his head.

"No sir, they tried to assassinate me."

"To hell with them!" the king roared. "I shall travel there myself and give them execution!"

"No point," the guard said quietly. "I've slayed them. All except this one." And he unraveled his cloak. There sat, a baby covered in dry blood.

The queen looked excited. "We shall raise him as one of our own." She announced, looking at the baby with a gleam in her eyes. The king however, raised his eyebrows.

"We have a child, Ldybug." The king said.

"I know that," she snapped. "But this time, we can make him one of the greatest warriors in Misthalin!"

"Remember, Ldybug, there are far greater warriors out there."

"Yes," she said, looking at the baby with adoring eyes. "We shall give him the best mentor yet, Bloodlustian."

"We need to give him a name," the king kindly pointed out.

"Aidan. Yes, I think that is suitable enough."

The guard was looking at the king and queen. Surely they couldn't raise him? He was not born in a royal family! Slowly, as he thought this, he sighed. He raised his bloodied runite longsword and went to the horse stalls. He pushed through the doors and the most putrid smell erupted. The guard winced and found the stall boy, brushing a horse's mane.

"What are you doing? The smell here is worse than the dwarves!" he snarled.

The stable boy remained calm. "I'll do it now, sir. But tell me, when will I be an apprentice knight?"

The Royal Guard rolled his eyes. He let out a grunt and beckoned a horse to come with him. A light hazy brown horse came, and snorted. "Come on, you. We have to get to Lumbridge Castle to see the Duke."

The stall boy looked appalled. "The…the Duke?" he croaked.

"Yes, the Duke of Lumbridge. King Torvald needs a message delivered."

The guard climbed onto the horse and started riding toward the stall door, when the stable boy stopped him. "No," he confirmed. "You need to be riding in style. Take Snowfire."

When he said this, a foggy white horse came out with a proper saddle. The guard however, wasn't impressed. But even so, he jumped off the brown horse he was originally riding and got on Snowfire. The horse snorted and bolted for the exit.