Lost in Lumbridge

Lumbridge, a small isolated city on the edge of runescape. Lumbridge is a quiet, peaceful town that runs along a large swamp appropriately named

Lumbridge Swamp and a large wood. But dangers lurk there, especially at night, so the duke built a large wall around his city and built a castle to live

in where he can survey his town and watch for any evil lurking there. Today was a normal day for the duke; he rose from his silk sheets and comfy

bed and washed up for breakfast. Later that morning he would be expecting company. He blinked tiredly then looked into a large mirror on his wall.

He started to comb his hair when his eye caught something in the corner of the mirror. Shivers went down his spine as he turned to face what he

thought was another one of those malevolent imps he kept spying in the gardens. His eyes did not meet an imp however, but instead a small white

object neatly lain on his chair. Curious, he walked over to inspect the object. His fingers reached the item and touched it quickly before springing back

as if it were about to reach out and grab him. Shrinking back and looking through his fingers that had previously been covering his eyes he realized it

was just an inanimate object.

He reached his hand out again and stroked the front of it. It was a small white object that had two sides shaped into it like a wrapped peppermint,

but instead each side had a different shape carved in it. On the one side there was just a rounded end but on the other said was a slightly long

arrow-like point with three stubs. The face of the object was perfectly round with the exception of the arrow's side which had two whisker-like points

curved around the top and bottom of it. It was then that the duke noticed a pattern etched into it. Hurriedly he grabbed for his glasses then put them

on his face to inspect the pattern on the peculiar object. He gasped as he recognized what it was.

"Talisman…"

The streets were crowded with merchants this season, selling items ranging from simple buckets and jugs to a large display of axes. Just outside of

the city a boy sat perched on a tombstone in the graveyard next to an old chapel run by a nervous minister. He scanned a piece of parchment

lookingfor…

"Aha! Varrock!"

His eyes glanced over the map once more before rolling it up and tucking it into his bag. He carried an odd assortment of items in this bag… a bronze

axe, pickaxe, bow, and a bundle of arrows poked out of the top strap of the leather pack he carried oddly on his shoulder and in a small pocket below

the top strap was a tinderbox and a small fishing net. In his left pocket of his dark blue pants were a handful of gold coins and beside the right

pocket was a small bronze dagger in its sheath. He carried an odd looking staff that went well over his long-sleeved robe-like shirt that had a light

blue shade of colour. Above the shirt's collar protruded a short but skinny neck that was attached to a long thin face with blue eyes, a small nose, and

a mouth that had a natural smirk. Standing straight out of his head was long spiky white hair that hid itself under a small funny looking hat in the

same shade of blue as his shirt.

He jumped almost gracefully to the earth below the stone almost as if he had floated down instead of jumping. With a sparkle in his eye he exited the

cemetery and, after stopping to give a blessing over it, turned and walked around the castles stone wall. As he walked by the front gates outside

ofthe castle he tripped and fell onto a short, burly man.

"Hey! What the-" the man had little time to respond as the boy crashed to his feet. "You!"

He raised the boy to his face and yelled, "You lil' runt! I oughta make ye' pay fer yer insulten' a sailor'!"

The boy gulped looking into the man's piercing eye (the other was covered with an eye patch) and sputtered an apology.

"Yeh' be'er be sorry!" was all the sailor said before dropping the boy and walking off, spitting at the grass.

From the castle the duke heard a commotion outside of his window. His eyes fell from the talisman and he walked over to the window to see a sailor

yelling into a boys face. Furious, the duke was about to turn and race down the stairs and tell the sailor off but the brute dropped the boy and

walked away. The duke sighed in relief and looked at the boy more closely. After a few seconds of peering out of the window the duke saw the boy

get up from the ground and brush off the dirt from his pants, then lean down and grab his staff. It was then that the duke noticed the boy's peculiar

hat that was now leaning lazily to the side of his head.

"A mage!" he gasped. "Guards!" he yelled toward the door.

"Yes Duke Horacio?"

"Send a messenger to go fetch the boy with a funny blue hat with white spiky hair that's carrying a wooden staff,"

"Yes sir," replied the guard before closing the door to the duke's quarters.

Minutes later the boy clumsily walked up a round staircase followed by two very tough looking guards. He wondered for a second what trouble he

was in before being stopped by one of the guards and told to enter a room. He did as the guards told him and peered into the room looking at a man facing a large window. Next to it was an extremely large mirror that's reflection caught his eye. Like the duke a while ago he found himself staring at

the talisman that gave off a sparkle before the guards shut the door.

"Greetings, welcome to my castle," the duke began. "What is your name?"

It was a simple question but out of being nervous the boy stuttered, "V-Valchior sir,"

The duke's eyebrows raised but all he said was, "An interesting name…"

Valchior wondered what was going on before the duke asked another question.

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen sir," his voice hinted a deepness in it.

"Fourteen? You're awfully young for a traveling mage…"

"Yes sir, I was sent for my trials early because of my abilities."

"Abilities?" The duke turned around.

"Yes sir,"

"Show me."

Valchior hesitated wondering where this was going but assumed it was okay if the duke knew about mages. He rolled his sleeve back to reveal a pale

hand with nothing abnormal about it. After a second or two it began to emit a glow before a small pattern just like the one on the talisman appeared.

The duke stared at it in amazement as the air around his palm seamed to bend and dance across his fingers. Slowly, Valchior sent it gliding to a small

vase and lifted it into the air. Then he set it down on the duke's unmade bed and released the energy. The air ceased to float and the mark was gone

from his palm as if it had never been there.

Valchior looked up to see the duke staring at him in astonishment…

Thank you my loyal reviwers for reviewing my previous chapters. I'm very relieved to finally have this in; I've spent many an hour on this and I hope you are enjoying it so far... I hope you liked this because this took sooooo much time to make.. it took several outlines and about 20 unfinished drafts to complete... ButI finally finished didn't I?

By the way in case you haven't noticed my screename on runescape is Valchior just that,and no numbers or anything... So if anyone who has read this would like to chat with me on runescape you now know my screename :) Expect a new chapter soon!