Chapter 3: Traps
Hey! Today I bring you Chapter 3 of the story; Traps. As usual, Jagex owns all Runescape stuff - Oh, and please don't forget to R&R! Thanks
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The magic carpet came to a gentle stop, and the breeze of the musty wind on Fiera's face lessened. She licked her lips with a dry tongue. Even now she was dehydrated.
Luckily she found a waterskin by the base of the pyramid; despite the fact that it was almost empty, she savoured every last precious drop of the clear liquid that resided inside.
The pyramid was surprisingly easy to get into; a few minutes after reaching the place, Fiera found an open door with steps leading down. The pyramid deserved more security, especially if it held the Black Jewel once…
Ignoring her thoughts, Fiera descended into the dark, damp pyramid. It certainly made a change from the humid desert; the sunlight from the deadly place shone in to dimly light the otherwise pitch dark tunnels.
After around ten minutes of exploring the tunnels that the steps had led into, Fiera found a rotten, ancient wooden ladder. She tried to climb it, but it soon crumbled. The opening above was lit up as brightly as the desert but was very high; too high to jump up. What to do?
Her eyes immediately settled on a miracle rope in the corner. But the question was… How had it got there? It certainly wasn't anywhere near as ancient as the ladder…
She swung the rope to the opening above and quickly climbed. Once reaching the top, she found that she was in a large room, and a table was in a middle, much alike a conference room seen in the Varrock or Falador castles. It was amazing…
Fiera didn't think as much. It was an old room with a table that was probably as rotten as the ladder; she cared not if archaeologists found the 'beauty' or not. She certainly wouldn't be reporting it to them.
She continued through a huge archway with colourful patterns dotted around on it. A normal person would have happily examined the animals and people that the art owned; Fiera, unfortunately, was not a normal person and took no notice to them whatsoever.
The next room served the first trap. As she stepped on a large tile she could not have evaded, several arrows shot out from the wall opposite. "Saradomin NO!" Fiera yelled, running back out of the archway into the Safe Room. The arrows continued to fire mercilessly - it didn't seem like they were about to stop anytime soon.
But how to stop them?
Fiera looked up and, for the first time, actually stared at the painting on the archway. That nose of the mummy was awfully large, rather like an elephant's trunk… She reached up and tugged on it - and suddenly the arrows stopped!
Fiera returned to the tile that triggered the arrows and examined it, putting her ear close to it. She could hear a mechanism working hard… It sounded like it was preparing for the next firing. And the tile was pressed down a few centimetres than it had been before…
Fiera shoved her foot down on to the tile after preparing to run… And the arrows did not fire like before! She quickly jumped over the tile. And seconds later, she heard a click and turned round to see the tile in its original position.
For the first time she looked at the room and sighed. She should have seen that it was a trap - there were holes for the arrows to fly through in the wall! She rolled her eyes; it was just like her father had said…
"Fiera, yer're a stupid little girl, yer know that! Going down the sewers when yer kna perfectl' well there're ra's dahn there! Haw dare yer defy me! Dah'n talk! Ah dah'n wanna 'ear yer ever 'gain! G'aht!"
Fiera shivered. That day she had certainly got out the house - almost as soon as her father went back to the pub for another pint or two.
She continued into the next room much more carefully this time. The walls were wrecked and there was a loud moaning from nearby…
Fiera jumped. A mummy, almost comically wrapped up in toilet paper leapt out at her with razor sharp claws. Fiera jumped back, unsheathing her sword in the same motion.
"Feel my blade!" Fiera roared with annoyance, and swept at the mummy. The mummy, however, was not as slow as Fiera had read in books. It dodged the attack with ease and in moments was behind Fiera, throwing down its claws towards her neck…
But Fiera wasn't that easy to beat either! She spun round, parrying the claws with her blade and then, with immense strength, threw the claws back. "My turn!" She snarled before stabbing at the mummy.
It shrieked and went berserk. It violently slashed quicker than Fiera had seen anything move before. Quickly she had a huge cut on her forehead, luckily just missing her left eye, and then a load of small cuts on her arms on legs. She managed to dispatch the mummy in the end though. She walked into the next room, the mummy behind her with its head impaled on a abnormally big stone.
The next room wasn't exactly pretty. There were two torches on either side of long steps. Fiera raised an eyebrow. Surely it wasn't this easy? She noticed several boulders shoved into the wall by the bottom of the steps with red stains on them.
Nope. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy!
Fiera began slowly walking up the steps and almost immediately stepped on a switch. The steps 'crumbled' and in their place was a very steep slope. A boulder that filled the whole width of the steps began rolling down from the top. Fiera looked round to see that a wall had been erected at the bottom of the steps. She groaned. Well, only one way out now.
She charged up the slope, desperately trying to defeat gravity as the boulder loomed perilously larger in front of her. Eventually it came within blade reach and soon crumbled with several slices of the sharp beast of a weapon.
The job of getting to the top of the steps got much easier soon, as the slope changed back into steps. When Fiera finally reached the top she found herself in a triangular room. In the centre was a marble plinth which, Fiera smartly assumed, had once held the Black Jewel of the Kharidian Desert. She inspected the room; it was rather dark, with only one torch in a corner. There were hieroglyphics dotted around the walls which Fiera had no care for; she couldn't read them, so why bother trying to?
When she thought all hope finding the jewel was lost she saw a glint in the darkest corner. She dashed over to it and crouched down, finding a cracked crystal ball. She raised her eyebrows - and would have grinned if she was in the mood. Would it still work, though?
She drew a circle on it with her forefinger (Which was the natural way of turning on a crystal ball) and miraculously it lit up. She bathed in its glory. What information could it possibly hold, though? She moved her head closer to see if it had anything that could help her. And, of course, it did.
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Ending on a cliffhanger! Hope you liked this chapter! I feel I could've added in a few more traps but didn't have time. Thanks for reading! I'll probably add soon
Zak