Chapter 2: Into the cooker

Hi! This is the second chapter of The Jewel:- Into the cooker. Enjoy! Also please remember I'm young and this is my first fan-fic (Well, on here at least). As usual, Runescape belongs completely to Jagex.

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When Fiera heard about the enormous cash prize her eyes were set on it, like a lion to its prey. She was going to pounce like the moody lion she was.

King Roald had explained that the Jewel had been in the Kharidian Desert - Therefore, Fiera decided that this was her best lead and left in a hurry, her bad memories completely floated away.

The mud from the rain the previous night was almost as bad as it had been when it had been attacked by the violent rain. Fiera spat phlegm on the ground, staring at her destination. It was now or never.

She trailed forward, moving quickly; almost in a jog. As she left the large, safe Varrock border and entered the Desert land the rats grew giant, the sun blazing in her face, forcing her to pull off her air-trapping old rune helmet. She examined it closely; it was worth quite a bit… But she could never sell it. It was Korran's, and too valuable to be parted with. Fiera gulped. Korran…

Fiera rushed the way Korran had, holding her bow in front of her with one hand, and one hand on her leather quiver; the quiver Korran had given her for her birthday just weeks before…

Oh please, no…

"Argh!" Korran's voice roared in pain from nearby.

"Korran!" Fiera screamed back, tears flowing like waterfalls down her cheeks. "Korran!"

"Fiera! Stay back!"

Fiera couldn't do as Korran said… She had to help him… But she was foolish and not looking where she was going; a rock tripped her up and her bow flew out of her hand as she heard a bloodcurdling roar.

"KORRAN!"

Fiera blinked and shook her head. Best not to dwell on the past, she told herself.

She passed several warriors leaving the Duel Arena; an evil mage dressed in Black and Red Mystic Robes holding some sort of purple staff; a weak little girl with several large cuts wearing just some ragged travellers clothes and wielding a bronze shortsword, who asked for free stuff from Fiera - Fiera just knocked her back.

But then a large, muscular figure dressed in Dragon Armour passed her. He had a dark aura around him; something that immediately filled Fiera's mind and thoughts with the colour Black. Fiera shivered with terror as the warrior chuckled… It was somewhat familiar. Fiera shook her head nervously… No, she didn't know anybody evil. Before she could look any further, the warrior had disappeared in a purple ball which quickly dissolved before her eyes.

After a while of thought she made her way to the Shantay Pass. The owner, Shantay, didn't look too cheerful. Fiera told herself that she couldn't talk - she wasn't exactly the happiest person in the world either, but the reason Shantay was glum was clear; since no new places had been discovered in the Kharidian Desert hardly anybody paid to get through. Business was bad. Fiera supposed the situation would soon change as she wasn't the only person who had the thought of coming to the desert - why, she had seen a whole congregation of people preparing for the trip to the desert, with waterskins, robes, everything! Of course, Fiera wanted to get there first and had brought nothing. She was going to have a tough time.

Shantay was positively delighted that somebody paid him for a pass; usually the people that actually came either tried to mug him or tried to climb the high wall next to the pass; whether they were successful and got over, or unfortunate and landed back on the ground with a broken leg didn't stop them. They always came back. He thanked the redhead as she walked through the pass. "I'll be having dinner tonight…" He muttered happily to himself.

"Magic carpet, dear?" An old man's voice sounded from next to Fiera. Fiera cocked her head on to her shoulder. The man was dressed in a white turban and matching clothes. He was very tanned and wore a kind expression. He looked like he was going to die soon…

Fiera scowled. Everybody died. Nothing could help that.

"A flying carpet!" She sneered coldly. "What in Saradomin's name is that?"

The old man didn't seem to take notice of her tone. "Why, it'll transport you anywhere, m' dear. Pollnivneach to the dead land of Sophanem for just 200 gold pieces!"

The transport struck Fiera. Well those chaps back at Varrock would be in for a shock! She thought to herself. Their faces when they realised they didn't need to prepare all those items! She would have laughed if she had been in the mood - which she had not been for a long time.

"I'll take a to and return to the Pyramid in the southeast," Fiera nodded, repeating Roald's statements and handing over 400 Gold pieces. The man greedily took the gleaming coins. "Very well, M' dear. Thank you, yes, thank you,"

Fiera glared at him for no apparent reason and shoved herself on the magic carpet the man had prepared. Soon the carpet was off… Off towards the pyramid that had once held The Black Jewel of the Kharidian Desert.