CHAPTER
TWO
The Blood Shed Ages
Chris fought bravely beside his
general. Together they made a great team. Everything was going well
when disaster occurred. A ranger was hiding behind some rocks in a
near by hill. And the last thing he saw before his whole army fled
was an arrow going through the general's eye and coming out the
other way wet with blood and an eye ball impaled on the arrow
head.
He was alone, 10 men in front of him, blood in his face like
if he just took a shower of blood, and a sword on his hand. His eye
was getting tired of all the red. In his mind he turned into a bull
and charged at the men. Chopping their bloody faces in half and
destroying their bodies. He did it. He beet the first battle. And the
Blood Shed Ages began.
He made his way back home.
Days and
nights passed. It took ages to get to varrock. First he escalated the
white wolf mountain, dodging hungry wolves. Next he had to pass the
forest of falador. It seemed pretty easy at day. But at night its
easy to get lost. Some never made it back. Then, he made it passed
the village of the barbarians. One look in their eye, and you would
provoke an attack.
He was almost their. He saw the familiar
Gertrude's house. And the famous Juliet's house.
He was
finally there. He didn't want to think of what the king would do to
him. But he had to talk to him.
