Setsuna: Ok the only reason I'm putting this here, is because there is no spot on to put something from Runescape, and the same with And so I was at a dilema, but I think it's ok to put this here!

Artamis: Yes indeed. A crossover between Runescape and Final Fantasy X, with Sin and all that bad stuff...

Setsuna: Shh I'm talking. Anywayz, here is a short disclaimer. I, do not own the game 'Runescape' in anyway. It belongs to Jagex, and the people who created them. And same with Final Fantasy X, because I have no talent with making things move. If you are interested in playing the game Runescape, then go to . Simple, is it not? Final Fantasy X can be bought at any game store because it's so freakin' popular and the best Final Fantasy (since VII) out there. Artamis Ryu, as well as other character that will be mentioned in this story are strictly their owners creations. Do not plagiarize them in anyway. It's just plain rude. These people worked hard on their characters so respect it. Artamis Ryu and Setsuna Syra are my characters so DON'T STEAL THEM! Grabs missile launcher Now, on with the story (and don't do anything mean to me! I'm new...)

Chronicles of Runescape

Chapter One "Prologue: A Past Memory"

By Artamis Ryu

"Blah" = Talking

'Blah' = Thinking

Blah = Mental Talking

Blah= Flashbacks (anything italicized)

Quiet...

"Does it hurt you...?"

I can hear you whispering in my ear. You're breath smells of wine. You so remind me of my stepfather...

"Hmm. You're skin is pale, little one," you pause. I cannot hear your footsteps, nor your breathing. The air is so still. As still as death. "You wandered here of your own free will. Well it is my territory. My turf. My wilderness."

The cold steel of your blade is pressed to my neck. It stings, and it feels like my skin is on fire. This is cruel. You like watching me suffer, don't you...?

You chuckle a little, pulling away the blade and walking away. I can feel you behind me, the hairs on my neck standing on end. I grind my teeth together, then clamp down hard on my tongue. I can taste my blood in my mouth, the coppery sensation is horrible.

"Now, now, love," you mutter in my ear. Your teeth graze my neck.

Fangs?!

'Are you a demon...?' I wonder silently, tensing. 'Are you a demonic vampyre who has yet to show their true form?'

"Do you know what it is like to be bitten by a vampyre, love?"

I want to answer. No, I don't want to answer. I am not sure anymore. All my thoughts are racing and it's scaring me. I don't know what you will say if I answer. Will you hurt me? Will you kill me? Or something worse...

"Not responding, are we?" Your voice is angry, and I shudder. I can only silently pray that you won't hurt me any more than you already have. My skin is dabbed with scars by now from each threat of your sword pushing against my skin.

"It must be hard to be a newcomer to my world...this world of Runescape. So much that you must learn, so many things you're unaware of..." you stop again, and I fell your teeth to my neck.

'Dammit why do you keep doing this?! Why can't you just let me go!' I want to scream at you, and then leave and forget this horrible event. But I can't find the words.

You leave again, and it grows cold. I am afraid to even open my eyes. What will I see? I know the colour has drained from my face, for I am freezing. The air wisps through wherever we are, toying with my hair, but it grows still again, and I know you have returned. Your hands wrap around me, so cold. Like ice.

Your lips brush against mine, and I gasp. Your breath is so hot. The skin around my mouth burns, like it's on fire. Flames dance down my throat. Burning, etching its way into my veins, setting my blood to a boiling point. How can this be happening? We are complete opposites? How can fire and ice mix so easily?

You stop, laughing quietly. You're at my neck again, and before I can protest, I feel the surge of pain. It has happened, your fangs deep into the skin of my neck.

"N-no!" I finally cry out. My blood drips down my neck, turning my tattered white cloak crimson.

"Shh..." you whisper, healing the wound quickly, "it is over now. Go to sleep..."

I want to run away. To escape from this place, but my body won't respond. I can't move anything. My eyelids are like weights, but I force them open, just to see what you are like...

I see your raven black hair, your long, pale skinned face. Your crimson eyes glimmer in whatever dim light there is, but now, for some reason, I trust you...maybe you are doing something that will help me.

Or hurt me...

I guess it is too late now...