I looked at my father's grave. I had just buried him in a graveyard near Varrock. I carved some words onto it. Now it said,
HERE LIES BLAKE LIGHTSTAR
HERO OF VARROCK
I glanced at it and wiped away the single tear that ran down my cheek. I placed some flowers there and walked off. It was time to let go.
I went back to the house. There was not many things here and the building was run down. So I decided to move. I would go out to the world of RuneScape alone and find another place to live, somehow. Besides, the house was going to be torn down when another gang fight occurred again at night, without my father protecting the house.
I grabbed a sack and put all my clothes into it. It was only a pair of shirts and two pairs of long pants. I took some bandages, my steel dagger and my crossbow. After looking around, I remembered something.
I strode swiftly across the room and took the paper with the numbers '5285' on it. I stuffed it into my pocket and eyed my father's rune longsword and fighting boots, the only thing left of him.
I kept the fighting boots into the sack, they were for fighting, not for walking around as I may accidentally stab someone with the spikes on it. After glancing at the sword, I sheathed it and put it into my sack. There was nothing worth of value anymore in the house, so I walked out calmly, swinging my sack over my shoulder.
As I reached the city gates, I paused for a brief moment, looking at the big world that was waiting for me. People were streaming about, minding their own businesses. I suddenly felt so small. I resumed my slow pace and decided to get lunch at the Blue Moon Inn and maybe rent a room there for the night.
I strode in and looked around. People of all ages were sitting on bar stools. Some were drinking beer, some were eating and some were gambling. I confidently walked over to a stool in front of the bar counter and put my sack onto the stool beside me.
"What can I do yer' for?" the bartender asked.
I realized that this was not the original bartender that always thought RuneScape was a game and that we all were in a magic box thingy called a computer. He must have been sent to the duel arena hospital waiting for the doctor there to rip his brain apart to see what was wrong inside.
I checked my pocket and found that I had only 50gp.
"I would like a red berry pie and some apple juice. By the way, how much does that cost?" I asked politely.
"Hahahaha! This guy wants apple juice! Can't take beer huh? Well, why don't you go home to your mommy and have some milk! Hahahaha!" I heard a man cackle behind me.
I gritted my teeth and turned around. The man was sitting on a chair, sipping some beer. He was clad in an iron platebody and some iron platelegs. I eyed his sheathed sword and iron full helm that was on the table in front of him. Two other men in bronze platebodies and leggings, also with their helmets and swords on the table, were sitting beside him.
"You got a problem?" I asked menacingly.
"You dare to talk back at me? Why you little punk, you wanna' fight?" He replied and stood up, unsheathing his iron longsword.
He went into a fighting stance and pointed his sword at me. A crowd of curious bystanders had gathered around us. I studied his stance for a second. He had put too much of his weight onto his front legs and that made it easy to trip him.
"Well, come on! Unless you're afraid." The man taunted.
I smiled and took out my steel dagger.
"Haha! Do you honestly think you can beat me with that little butter knife?" he chuckled.
"Well, yeah." I replied coolly.
We circled each other, trying to find a weakness in each other's stances. I already had and was waiting for him to strike. Impatient, the man leapt forward and brought his sword down. I rolled aside and the sword dug into the floor. I took this chance to kick the side of his leg, causing him to trip onto the ground.
He cried in pain and dropped his sword, surprised. Most of the bystanders started talking among themselves and I picked up the words, 'Wow, naturally gifted swordsmen' and 'I wonder who taught him?'.
I gave the man a smirk of triumph and walked off to my seat. He stood up and approached me. Suddenly, he became very friendly.
"Wow, I've never seen anything like that! Please, can you train me? I'm sorry that I was arrogant just now but I just started a clan and would be very pleased to have you as our leader." He knelt down.
I thought about that. Owning a clan? That would be good, plus I could make the clan into a clan that helps the people of Varrock and keeps the city safe.
"Alright." I replied.
He smiled and walked over to the two guys that were sitting beside him.
"Let me introduce the, well, only two members of the clan. My name's Jaden by the way." He said and the two men stood up.
He pointed to the first man. He had black long hair and a finely arched nose. "This here is Clark." Jaden said.
Clark waved and said, "Hi."
Jaden pointed to the second man and said, "This is David, the best swordsmen among us."
David gave me a nod. "My name is Lance. Lance Lightstar." I said.
The others nodded. "Ok, I'll start training you guys, after I have my lunch." I said and walked off to my seat.
To my horror, my sack was opened. And my father's rune longsword was missing.
Hi again people! Thank you all for reviewing! I decided to reply to your reviews, as people are doing it.
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