Sorry for taking a long time posting this P. My computer was disconnected...anyway, I did a few more chapters while I was away, which is good. :)
I do NOT own RuneScape, Jagex, and Sir Vyvin but I own Sir Rhyler and the name "Squire Lostalot" P

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Chapter 1;
An Assault

"Squire Lostalot!" Sir Vyvin boomed.

"Yes sir?" The squire chirped.

Sir Vyvin looked at him, raising his eyebrows. "Where is my sword?"

The squire scratched his head, as if he didn't know what Sir Vyvin was talking about. "Well?"

"I seem to have misplaced it," the squire squeaked.
Sir Vyvin sighed, and sat down. "I sometimes wonder how you get your name, squire."

"Ah ha!" Squire Lostalot exclaimed, holding up Sir Vyvin's sword. "I found it, sir."

"Where was it?" Vyvin asked, examining his sword for any damages.

"You'd rather not know," the squire mumbled.
Vyvin snapped his fingers. "Well, get me ready, squire," he said.

The squire nodded, already putting on Sir Vyvin's arming doublet. It took a long time for him to finish putting on the armor, since there were so many layers. "Today," Sir Vyvin announced. "You are going to fight with me."

The squire nodded, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. But inside, he was screaming with happiness. "That's good, sir," he said casually, but ran off to suit up in his armor.

"Today," a knight in his Faladian armor spoke. The armor was sparkly clean, its surface shining in the moonlight. His squire was standing next to him, ever so proudly. "We are going to attack," he paused dramatically. "WE," the knight boomed in his loud, but soft voice. "are going to capture Barbarian Village!"

The White Knights cheered, raising their two-handed swords in the air. The squires yelled with them, finally feeling part of the family. "As you may know," the knight said quietly, when everyone had stopped. "The Black Knights have captured many other cities," he walked around, his helmet on, his visor down. No one had seen his face, not even the squire. The knight was a famous knight. His name was Rhyler. He was powerful, and proud of himself. Whoever was his squire was lucky. Squire Lostalot wished he was, but of course, he was not able to. "All the other cities were afraid of them, and surrendered immediately.

"Why have we not accomplished that like them?" Sir Rhyler asked everyone. Everyone felt his eyes piercing through their armor. "It is because we stand here, doing nothing!"

The White Knights muttered, talking amongst themselves. Their heads hung in shame. "But," Sir Rhyler continued on happily. "It is because we are getting ready!"

"For the Gray War!" The White Knights yelled, stamping their feet on the ground, their own war cry.
"Yes!" Sir Rhyler cried out, building up the excitement. "They will not expect us to fight back! They will not! We have not attacked them for many ages! The world is black! But now the world will gain its color back, because we will win!" He threw his arms up in the air, and the thousands of White Knights stomped on the ground.

Squire Lostalot felt proud. He was in his own armor. He was in his own Faladian armor. It almost looked like steel armor, except more…proud. Brighter. He had his own kite shield, with a Faladian longsword. The squire wore a Faladian medium helmet, with a gold trim around it.

The other squires seemed to be pleased, too. They felt so happy, to be serving their own city. Falador.

As the White Knights marched out of the castle, the squires holding the gold and white flags, the Falador people came out of their shops and houses, cheering the White Knights on. Children screamed along with the others, grinning from ear to ear. They knew they would win.

They were too powerful.

"Sir," the squire looked up at Sir Vyvin.

The knight did not say anything, but the squire continued. "Barbarian village," he said. "What will it be like?"

"It will be something you have never seen before, squire," Sir Vyvin replied, trying to remember. "We fought them before, a long time ago, when I was a squire, like you. The barbarians there were tough, and merciless. They did whatever they pleased. They drank, and chopped off my lord's head, clean off," Sir Vyvin said sadly.

The squire gasped, stiffening up. "The-then why are the squires fighting?" He blurted out.
Sir Vyvin chuckled. "Do not worry, squire. It'll be alright. I have heard from Sir Rhyler that they have been weakened now." But the knight did not tell his squire the whole story.

The White Knights were mostly made up of warriors. But soon after their clan grew into an army, more soldiers came. Archers and wizards joined the army, making them almost invincible. But only few archers and wizards were chosen to join. That time, there were only about forty archers and wizards combined together in all.

The army set up next to the road going towards Barbarian Village. They would attack very early in the morning, knowing the barbarians would be drunk by that time. They would be asleep, and drunk.

The knights, archers, and wizards had a meeting that night while the squires were sleeping. "Sir Rhyler," Sir Vyvin said. "I told my squire that the barbarians would be easy to fight against. He believed me, but…I did not tell him the whole tale."

Rhyler was prepared. That was why he was one of the famous and most respected knights. "Just tell him that he must be ready for anything. Besides, if he's not ready for the battle of Barbarian Village, he's not ready to become a knight."

Sir Vyvin nodded, discussing this with the other knights that had done the same. The barbarians were weakened by the Black Knights when they were captured, but then later, the Black Knights trained them to be stronger. And they succeeded.

Squire Lostalot gulped, hearing the whole conversation. He was frightened. "Am I really ready to become a knight?" He asked himself. "Knights should not be scared. They should be courageous and strong." But the squire shook his head, telling himself he would know for sure the next day, when the battle began.