Hi everybody! This will be my first story on here so I hope that at least somebody will like it. My grammar isn't exactly top notch because I'm still kinda young. But nevertheless, enjoy!

Oh and please don't sue me. Basically everything except the plot and some of the characters are owned by the great Jagex.

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The rain splashed down like glue, sticking persistently on to the navy hood of Fiera. A long hand with bitten red fingernails swept it away. She tutted.

"Why do I bother…" She muttered with a sigh. Her feet were covered with patchy brown, leather boots, laces untied. As they stamped down in the black puddles Fiera shook her hood off, revealing shoulder-length rosy red hair, clearly visible in the darkness of the storm brewing overhead like a ferocious lion. Her small head was almost completely the opposite of her hair; it was dark and witch-like - although not ugly in looks, her mood was always different. Her brown eyes darted around her surroundings, waiting for any predator to pounce.

Of course, she was over-reacting. This close to Varrock, no monsters were alive to attack. Apart from the rats of course, which did no harm to anybody; even the kids just played with them, despite their hungry black eyes and widening mouth. But that incident kept on playing over in her head, like a Fortune Tellers Crystal Ball told the future, rewinding and playing, rewinding and playing… But this crystal ball told the past:

She gleefully bounded across the fields, the grass happily swaying as the sun glared down at them, holding hands with a handsome man with spiky black hair, chuckling as she dragged him along with her. Fiera stopped and swirled round to look up and stare into the man's cute blue eyes.


"Oh Korran, you're no fun!" Fiera joked, swaying their arms. "C'mon, let's play Hide 'n' Seek!" She exclaimed, putting on a puppy dog face. Korran snorted and shook his head.

"Oh Korran, you're such a piggy-pie, you cute little---"

But Fiera was cut off. A loud growl could be heard from a distance away, but it was getting louder; closer. "What was that…?" Fiera gasped, both their heads snapping towards the sound. The long grass was crashed out of the way as something dashed through it, towards them…

"I'll check it out," Korran smiled nervously, and he jogged off towards the thing that had made the noise, immediately equipping his Dragon Claws that he had worked ever so hard for. Fiera stared after him:


"Be careful…"

Fiera shook out of the moment and looked at the field where that same event had taken place. Of course, the grass had been cut down so low after the incident but the place still brought back bad memories… Final memories…

Her hand clenched upon the hilt of her long runite sword but instantly slipped off. She remembered that it was still raining and shivered, groaning at what the chilblains would be like when she got into the shower at the inn she was staying at for the night; she couldn't sleep outside like she normally did, unless she wanted to get the deadly Cold Virus. She quickly hurried on.

It was hard to find an inn to stay at; the two most popular ones, the Jolly Boar Inn and the Blue Moon Inn were completely full; as she inspected the two, it looked like just drunkards who had probably stolen all that money from the West Bank the other day, which Fiera had heard on the news on her Crystal Ball. It was a surprise no suspicion had been aroused.

Eventually she found a relatively new place, named the Flower Powder Pub. It wasn't really meant to be an inn, just a pub (Which, Fiera noticed, was full of drunkards), but Fiera managed to convince the bartender to let her borrow a room for the night for the huge cost of 200 GP. It was a rip off on Fiera's part, but it was the only place to stay, save for outside - unless she really wanted to live in debt to the Phoenix or Black Arm gangs.

She never usually came to Varrock, it just brought of bad memories of times with a friend, but she had heard on the news on her crystal ball that King Roald was making an announcement the next day which could involve a big cash reward; it had drawn Fiera there like a looter to his treasure as her little hut in the Lumbridge Swamp where she lived, hiding from all other humans who also brought bad memories along with them, like it was sewn upon their foreheads, was in desperate need of repair, which needed money, which Fiera didn't have; she lived on the frogs and other beasts that dwelt in the tunnels below - they were actually rather tasty and spicy when you got used to them - and frequent donations from the priest who lived nearby. It wasn't pleasant what she had to drink, especially if the swamp water ran dry… Oh well, she'd always have the natural bodily 'resources' if she ever needed it, Fiera smiled grimly to herself in the rotting bed by the window.

The full moons were high up in the sky tonight; were those werewolves in the east howling along with the lightning that she could hear? Her eyelids didn't give her time to think, for they closed and wouldn't open for another six hours.

There was a gasp in the distance. "Korran!" Fiera called desperately. "Korran, please!"

Fiera awakened from her nightmare just as the alarm on her crystal ball sounded. Sweat beads rolled down her forehead like the rain had the night before as she wiped her bloodshot eyes. The sun shone through the window. A new day, a new adventure, she thought to herself, like she always did. Although that adventure was usually as crappy as the last day, she remembered moodily.

She got dressed, deciding to decline the kind offer of a free shower from the Bartender for two reasons; One, that she had got wet enough last night and was keen not to be soaked anytime soon and two, that the shower was probably as dirty as a demon anyway.

She walked out of the inn and gasped at the immense amount of travellers that had been dragged here by Roald's upcoming announcement - there were hundreds, thousands even! "Great Saradomin," Fiera muttered angrily to herself. "Loads 'a people. Just what I need,"

She didn't feel like being in the huge crowd of amateurs so decided to try her luck. She jumped up on to the roof of the Flower Powder Pub, ignoring the shouts of the bartender; "And to think I offered you a free shower!"

She leapt across the rooftops of the buildings. She once very narrowly dodged a fall that would have landed her in the pharmacy through the rickety and rubbishy built roof of it and setting down on the sturdy roof of the west end bank, where she could clearly see Roald.

"One has asked all you kind adventurers to come here today so that one may request something of you; one is searching for a jewel, a rare jewel, for one's precious Queen Ellamaria. So now one pleads to you; please find the Black Jewel of the Kharidian desert, where it was stolen from one of the great pyramids by an evil force! Do it for one; do it for Varrock; and most of all… Do it for the five million gold pieces one is offering for the successful find when it is handed in,"