I do NOT own any characters EXCEPT for the name Lostalot, and Sir Rhyler.and i don't own Runescape. Jagex does. :)

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Chapter 2;

Black

The squire was awakened by Sir Vyvin. "What time is it?" He grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not early," Sir Vyvin replied.

Lostalot groaned. "Not early?"

"You were supposed to wake up me, squire," Sir Vyvin said, ignoring the squire's complaint. "Get me ready, then get yourself suited up, droopy eyes."

The squire got up, stretching, and fetched the armor.

An hour later, the knight and squire were ready. Squire Lostalot was glad to be in his armor again, forgetting about how early it was. The other soldiers were ready, all in their white and gold armor, wielding their white and gold weapons.

The knights and squires were in their Faladian armor. The knights, standing majestically in their helmet, breastplate, and plate legs, their white two-handed swords balanced on their shoulders, as they held the gold handle. Some knights had two longswords, some had one with a kite shield.

The squires had their Faladian chain mail, with plate legs and a medium helmet with a gold trim. They only had a longsword with a strong kiteshield Although they were not as much trained as the knights, they looked almost as threatening as the knights.

The archers wore their white dragonhide armor from chest down. They held their white bow, made out of ore, with a strong almost gold colored bowstring. Their arrows were held in the gold colored quiver. The arrowheads were made out blurite ore, which was a very powerful ore that could almost pierce through armor. The feathers were from chickens, except they were dyed to look like gold feathers.

The wizards had white robes with a beautiful gold trim. They had different staffs. Some were lava, some were water, air, fire, you name it. They had a yellow cape, that hung from their neck.

Of course, Sir Rhyler led everyone. "First," Rhyler said to the strong soldiers. "The wizards will attack the houses and buildings with their fire bolts, being hidden. Since the houses are wooden, they will burn easily and spread. Once the barbarians come out, then we will attack. The archers will be behind the longhouse, and they will be attacking too."

Squire Lostalot couldn't keep himself from smiling when Sir Rhyler had said "squires". "But why can't we just sneak in each house, and kill them off, sir?" A knight asked.
Rhyler smiled. "Because. It's more fun my way."

The knights put down their visors, their heart beating half from excitement and nervousness.

Squire Lostalot, and the other squires and knights with Sir Rhyler snuck behind the buildings. They waited, holding their breath. Finally, they saw fire rise from a building. At first they did not hear anything, but then finally they heard screaming and roars.

The squire heart beat so fast. It would be their turn.

The knights and squires cried out, slashing the barbarians in their way. Blood was everywhere. Squire Lostalot found himself too scared, and he stood there, not knowing what to do. "Go!" Sir Rhyler was behind the squire, pushing him forward. "Fight for Falador!"

Squire Lostalot nodded, and ran off, screaming his head off, waving his sword around. He had actually killed one barbarian. One stupid one, though.

Arrows pierced the smoky air, killing the barbarians. Barbarians – both men and women – got their battleaxes and spears, trying to kill the warriors that were winning.

But as the White Knights were sure they would win, Black Knights came out from everywhere. Squire Lostalot gasped, and almost dropped his sword, but quickly held it, his hands shaking with fear. The knights seemed to have expected them, but not this much. The squires were even more frightened.

"Holy Saradomin," Sir Rhyler whispered behind Squire Lostalot. "This looks more than what I expected…"

Lostalot almost fell to the ground. Sir Rhyler, the most powerful leader...scared?

He wished he had never came to fight. This was too much. Sir Rhyler was right. He was never meant to be a knight.
Most of the other squires were scared too, and they looked like they wished they did not come either. But a few of them were still fighting, knowing they would win. Thinking we would win, Lostalot thought glumly.

"Don't worry, men," Sir Rhyler finally spoke up to the warriors around him. "If you give up, we won't be able to win easier. We have to believe we will win!"

The White Knights yelled, their faith growing. "Squire," Sir Rhyler put his hand on Squire Lostalot's shoulder.

Lostalot gasped, and looked up at the knight. "Yes sir?"

"You're doing good," Sir Rhyler smiled, although Lostalot had barely done anything. "You will be a good knight. It might not look like it now, but Saradomin and I know it."

Lostalot stared at Rhyler in amazement. "Really?" He felt so happy that his hero had talked to him. "But I didn't do – "

"But you did," The knight smiled again, and left Lostalot. The squire was encouraged by Rhyler's words. He wondered what Sir Rhyler had meant, but shrugged.
He yelled at a Black Knight and hacked at the dark colored armor with his sword. The Black Knight growled, and attacked him, but the squire barely blocked his attack, both of them stumbling backwards from the blow. "Little boy," the Black Knight snarled.

"You suck!" Squire Lostalot screamed, and plunged the sword through the Black Knight's armor. The sword had barely gone through the armor. He gasped, and stepped back.
"Foolish boy," the Black Knight laughed, and pulled the sword out, throwing it in back of him. It slid and hit a wooden pole. But then a sword appeared out of no where and it knocked the Black Knight's sword out of his hands.

"Sir," the squire gasped, running towards his sword. Sir Rhyler had saved his life.

Rhyler shook his head, but still smiled his warm smile. "Saradomin bless you, child," he said, and left Lostalot once again, after Sir Rhyler had killed the knight.

"What?" Lostalot wondered. Why had the knight said that?

"I always thought he was a religious man," Sir Vyvin sighed, and fought another Black Knight.
"Squire," a voice whispered, and Lostalot stupidly turned around, thinking it was Sir Rhyler again. All he saw was a black sword, and then he fell, blacking out.

"Squire," a young boy shook Lostalot.

"Hush!" A voice commanded, which sounded like Sir Vyvin. "Do not disturb him, page."

Lostalot opened his eyes slowly, and noticed that he was on the ground, still in Barbarian Village, but there were bodies and arrows everywhere. He groaned, touching his head gingerly. "I suppose your wondering what happened," Sir Vyvin said, smiling.

Lostalot didn't answer, but Sir Vyvin took that as a yes. "Well," sir Vyvin started, scratching his head. "A Black Knight tricked you, and then he hit your helmet with his sword," he chuckled and shook his head. "Then you fell, and well, now you're here!"

Lostalot looked around. Sir Rhyler, Sir Vyvin, and a page were standing around him. Most of the soldiers were checking the remains to see if the Black Knights hid anything inside their armor. The others were guarding the village, just in case more enemies would come.

"Well, men," Sir Rhyler called out. "We are going to stay here for one more night then we will have more plans."

Is the battle really already over? Squire Lostalot asked himself. This was too easy. Too suspiciously easy.