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.