AN: This is another one of the longer chapters. It doesn't necessarily mean it's boring, though! Have fun!

Chapter 10: A Mysterious Letter

"Tea, master and friends?" offered Alathazdrar. He was carrying a tray with a teapot and three cups on it. Ron, Jenney and Pete were sitting at Ron's teak kitchen table the next morning.

"Yes. That'll do, Alathazdrar," said Ron. The servant placed the tray in the center of the table. He bowed and left the room, into the study. Ron turned back to his friends, laying his arm horizontally on the tabletop. "Hey guys, don't you think it's weird that Alzorf and Daquarius weren't at the hideout earlier?" he said questioningly.

"Yeah, it is. They could have been out looking for the idol. If that's the case, we should begin our search at the museum real soon," Pete said, taking his teacup and pouring himself some tea. "We should check to see if they actually found the idol."

"I agree. After all, we're the only adventurers who know about this so far," Jenney said. She mimicked Pete with the teacup and kettle. "Ron, are you going to have yours?" she asked, regarding him curiously. Ron snapped out of his daydream.

"What? Oh… yeah. Thanks Jenney," he replied, partially chuckling. He then poured his cup of tea.

"For a minute there, it seemed liked you forgot it was there," she joked, taking a sip of her drink.

"Alright, we should leave right after we're done with 'tea hour' here," Pete said urgently. "You two know as well as I do that we can't take this lightly. The fate of Gielinor lies in our hands now. Therefore, we can't spend too much time here." The three adventurers hurriedly drank their hot beverages, being careful not to scald their tongues. They left the house immediately afterward.

"Thank you, sir! We look forward to serving you again!" the banker said happily, as Rock Lord exited the not-so-crowded bank. Just then, he overheard a random group of three adventurers conversing at the bottom of the steps. One was a female mage, equipped with full light mystic robes, a Saradomin cape, and a fire staff. Another was a male who had full dragon armor (with the full helmet), a Bandos godsword, dragon boots, and a strength skillcape. The last one was another male, who sported red dragonhide armor (with the red dragonhide coif), a rune crossbow, ranger boots, and an obsidian cape. He decided to listen, but he continued walking slowly. He didn't want to be labeled as an eavesdropper.

"Hey! Did you guys hear the news? There was a heist at the museum last night!" the warrior said excitedly.

"I heard!" the mage responded with the same level of enthusiasm. "Some sort of statuette was stolen."

"The city had to end up repairing the front doors. They were completely blown out of their frame," the ranger mentioned seriously, briefly closing his eyes. "They found all the guards inside dead. I think that's scary." After hearing this, Rock Lord had heard enough. He decided to walk faster, and made his way to Varrock Square. Sighing, he broke the teleport tablet. In a flash of light, he was teleported to Falador.

Rock Lord's feet hit solid ground. Right away, a monk with gray hair and a bald spot on top saw him. He walked up to the adventurer, smiling warmly. "Hello there, friend! My name is Abbot Langley. I'm from the monastery that neighbors Edgeville."

"What's a holy man like you doing here?" Rock Lord questioned. He could feel a gentle, divine aura emanating from this person.

"If it's not too much trouble, could you please give this to Ron? It's extremely urgent." The monk offered him an envelope. Ron was written on it in cursive letters.

"Sure…" Rock Lord said, with skepticism. Something about this man is strange… but what is it? He hesitantly accepted it.

"Thank you very much, young man. I must ask you to please refrain from reading it until Ron sees it. Something tells me I can trust you," the monk said kindly. He then walked away, leaving the confused adventurer to the task.

Well, if this is that important, I should hurry up and find him. He inserted the letter into his pack. He then went to the garden to see Sir Tiffy.

"Excuse me, Sir Tiffy?" the swordsman asked. "I have a question. Where is Ron? I'm his friend, Rock Lord."

"Ah, it's always a pleasure to meet a friend of his! The last time I saw him, he was headed to his home. It's located in Taverly," the retired Temple Knight explained.

"Thank you, sir. I'll be leaving now." He rushed out of the garden and Falador altogether. Just when he was about to walk to Taverly, he saw Ron and his two friends walking away from his destination. They were headed toward the stone signpost, where he was.

"Hey! Guys!" he shouted, casually jogging toward them and waving.

"Hello once again, Rock Lord. What brings you here?" Ron asked, waving back. "Got any interesting news to share?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I was asked to give you this letter, Ron." Rock Lord pulled the envelope out and showed it to him. "I was told to not read it until you did."

"Who gave this to you?" Ron wondered, taking and examining it.

"A monk named Abbot Langley. I wonder what he wants with you, though."

"Well, that's what I want to know." Ron opened the envelope, unfolded the letter and began reading. The other three gathered around him to read the text, too.

Dear Ron Destiny,

There is something of utter importance that I must bring to your and your friends' attention. I understand you are deeply involved with something called the Demon Idol.

I would like to speak with you directly about a matter concerning this evil artifact. Like I mentioned earlier in this letter, it is very urgent. Therefore, it would be wise to come see me. I will be waiting at the monastery near Edgeville.

Regards,

Abbot Langley

"Well? What do you guys think we should do?" Ron asked indifferently, looking up from the letter. "Should we ignore it or heed it?"

"I think we should listen," Jenney concluded. "He is a monk, after all."

"To me, that second to last sentence sounds like a mild threat," Pete opinionated honestly, pointing to it. "I don't think we should do it."

"I think we can trust him," Rock Lord said. "There was something odd yet trustable about him."

"Okay, we'll go then," Ron decided, refolding the letter and inserting it back into the envelope. "It's a good thing that we're not far from him."

Lord Daquarius and Alzorf were standing in front of the Zamorak altar in the Hair of the Dog Tavern's basement. Alzorf was proudly holding out the Demon Idol.

"Master Zamorak! We were able to recover your idol! Aren't you proud of us?" He sounded quite unlike himself. To be frank, his tone was on par with that of a kid who has an adrenaline rush from a roller coaster ride.

"Well done. I had a felling I could rely on you two," Zamorak said, with evil pride. "However, there's still one problem we need to solve."

"What is it, master?" Lord Daquarius asked quizzically.

"There is a spellbook that is also needed. In it contains the incantation necessary to release me from my captivity. It's called the Book of Haai," Zamorak explained. "However, you need to make haste. I'm sensing an individual with equal power to mine. It's most likely Saradomin. I don't know what he's planning, so I want you to hurry and find that book!"

"I can do that master, but what am I to do with this idol for the time being?" Alzorf asked worriedly.

"I can take it to my hideout. It should be safe there, with my men guarding it," Lord Daquarius suggested, with confidence.

"Alright, I trust you." The Zamorakian turned back to the altar. "Where is it located, master?"

"It's supposed to be in the Kharidian Desert, in a hidden temple. I know this because during the God Wars, a group of warriors loyal to me hid it there. They wanted to hide it from the Saradomists. Fortunately, they never found it. It's a good thing too—the book also contains an incantation to seal me into the Demon Idol."

"But, if the idol and the Book of Haai are complementary, wasn't the idol hidden with the book, too?" Alzorf asked.

"Well… yes, but a group of archeologists found the idol while exploring the temple. That really enraged me!" Zamorak snapped.

"So… that's why I first saw it in the Varrock Museum," the Zamorakian said.

"Okay, I suggest we stop talking, and get moving. It's only a matter of time until those adventurers find out about the book," Lord Daquarius interrupted. "They found out about the idol, didn't they?"

"Yes," Zamorak hissed irritably, "I'm tired of them always getting in the way. You better get going, Alzorf. Failure is still unacceptable!"

"I promise I will bring it to you unscathed, master." Alzorf bowed respectfully, and then handed the idol off to Lord Daquarius.

Ron, Pete, Rock Lord, and Jenney were in the courtyard of the monastery. They were waiting for their host to appear. During this wait, they decided to drum up a conversation.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you all something. I finally saved up enough money to buy a Saradomin godsword! Isn't that awesome?" Pete exclaimed joyfully.

"Yes Pete, that's totally awesome," Ron answered unenthusiastically.

"Ron, don't feel jealous. I'm sure you can make that much someday," Jenney said soothingly.

"Jealous? What makes you think I'm jealous of him?" Ron asked awkwardly, his face red.

"Hee hee! You can't hide that from me, Ronald!" Jenney giggled.

"Did you just call him 'Ronald?' Really?" Rock Lord asked, surprised.

"Je… Jenney! Please don't call me that!" Ron stuttered, embarrassed.

"Okay…" Jenney agreed, giving up. Abbot Langley then came out into the courtyard.

"Ah, there you are, my friends! I'm Abbot Langley. Come to my office. It's too risky to discuss this matter outside. The four adventurers followed the holy man to his office in the "Prayer Guild." Once they were in it, he shut the door behind them.

"Now," he started, sitting behind his desk, "There is something I must tell all you." He folded his hands. "First of all, it is not Abbot Langley who is currently speaking." The group was absolutely flabbergasted, eying their host incredulously.

"Well, who is it then?" Ron asked curiously.

"Believe it or not, I'm Saradomin. I have possessed Abbot Langley's body in order to tell you a prophecy. This explains the change in his voice, and the aura your friend here felt." He gestured at Rock Lord.

"A… prophecy?" Pete asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes. You see, Zamorak will successfully enter this world. Unfortunately, neither I nor you can do anything to stop it. However, I can indirectly aid you in defeating him. Unlike him, I cannot interfere directly in Gielinor's affairs. However, he can because of the Demon Idol."

"Wait a minute," Ron said, holding up his hands in alarm. "Are you saying that the Demon Idol is already in Zamorak's grasp? If that's the case, Alzorf and Lord Daquarius did find it."

"Saradomin" nodded. "It's sad but true. Here's what you need to do: Seek the king of England. He can help you further. Request his assistance in the battle against Zamorak.

"The king of England…" Rock Lord thought for a moment. "Do you mean King Arthur?"

"Correct. He is a legend, after all."

"Okay then," Ron said, convinced. "It's off to Camelot, then!"

"I wish you all the best of luck. I know you can do it," Saradomin said serenely. The four friends filed out of the office, ready for their next task.

AN: Wow, now the great Anglo-Saxon hero is going to be a part of this story! Reviews are welcome!