Chapter 32: The Black Guard

A figure came out from the dust. He had long, lank auburn hair, which was half-hidden by a helmet with two spikes producing. He wore solid, heavy granite armour, and he held a large granite maul in his hand.

"Hello, I am Mark," he grunted. "You called me?" he said, turning his head slowly to Creator. Creator nodded.

I turned my head to this strong, silent, creepy person, Mark. He turned his head to me. His eyes glowed purple.

"YOU!" he bellowed, making me jump out of my skin. "It's you! I sense the aura around you. You, the person from a different world, will stop the darkness. The darkness, never stopping, never halting, never ceasing….. You have something on your back!"

I felt it again I heard a clicking, a mechanical hissing on my back. I felt it, I sensed it, and it felt super glued there. I tried to reach, but my fingers clasped in thin air. As soon as it started, it was gone.

We walked back to the base. Mark explained who he was.

"I am a warrior from Seer's Village. I was raised by a warrior to take advantage of pure strength before I started my RuneScape adventure on Tutorial Island. I also had the gift of seers. I could sense the future, but it isn't as powerful as the seers in the village. I am famous for my fighting, so the glory troopers asked me to come and help. Outside Varrock all forms of communications to the city have been destroyed, and nobody knows what is happening," he said. I nodded, barely paying attention.

I couldn't deny something was happening now. I had spent the last month trying to knock down evil forces, for goodness's sake! It all seemed to centre on me. Master Samuel and James seemed especially intent on killing me off. Ilookgood99 was trying to warn me of something. Psychics sensed the infinite darkness coming closer, and people saw something on my back. Not that I could deny having something on my back.

I made a mental list of all the strange, evil things that happened. First, last year, in Tutorial Island, Master Samuel attempted to take over Tutorial Church. Back then I didn't think much of it, but now I was concerned whenever master Samuel came into the picture.

Then, of course, was the Tutorial Island rat attack. I still have nightmares of the countless amount of rats scuttling around me, jumping up at me, hissing at me, generally attepmpting to disembowel me.

After that there was that horrible three-headed dragon that tried to set fire to Lumbridge. Sir Vant was so brave fighting the brute. Even bravery didn't stop Master Samuel wiping his life away permanently…..

I would never forget the following night. That night I spent in Farmer Fred's house, learning how to farm. There was an awful unnatural sorm drawing in, and Farmer Fred got attacked by an Evil Chicken, therefore spawning a permanent fear of chickens.

There was Christmas. Christmas was pretty cheerful, nothing unnatural. Nothing unnatural except, of course, for the fact that Jack Frost was coming. I remember him clearly. His evil uncaring attitude to the world around him was awful. That was until he was literally 'grounded' by his beautiful mother. That meant he was actually frozen to the ground. I think he was taken home.

Obviously, there was Delrith. His rising brought misery to the whole of Varrock. I hoped to end it all soon. Hopefully, if I could get Silverlight, I'd be able to slay Delrith and end the war of Varrock. Apparently, the world outside Varrock didn't have a clue. All they knew was that Delrith was spotted. I've been buying and reading the paper.

We arrived at the Rune Shop. Aubury greeted us cheerily.

"I have a piece of good news and one piece of bad news," he said. "The good news is that I have found a plan to counter the sudden attack. The bad news, however, is that Master Samuel has hired the Black Guard." Creator, Mark and Capablanca gasped. The others, including me, stared, bewildered. Mark cleared his throat, and explained.

"The Black Guard is consisted of merciless, powerful people. Many years ago, after the God Wars, the king of that time decided to create beings of pure strength, by using the essence of an evil warrior. Hundreds of these warriors were made, to protect RuneScape.

"The Black Guard project went brilliantly, but the Black Guard were too powerful, and any evil people that tried to do crime were mashed down into pulps. The king didn't want this to happen, so he sold the will of the Black Guard to a rich man who had a big house.

"Since then, the Black Guard has been sold from person to person. If Master Samuel can get his hands on hundreds of immortal, strong soldiers, it isn't good. He could terrorise the whole of RuneScape with them!" Mark explained.

I felt shock flood my entire body. Master Samuel had several hundred of these soldiers? That could mean nothing but death and destruction.

Aubury explained his plan to us. Master Samuel had announced that he was going to enter the constant battle and try and force entry into Varrock Palace, which had been holding up for almost a whole month. He was going to bring Silverlight with him, so nobody could steal it in the Wilderness. As if anyone would dare enter the Wilderness nowadays, I thought.

Our plan was to ambush Master Samuel, trying to fight off any Black Guards. I thought that was going to be impossible. Then, if we got the chance, we were meant to take Silverlight, and use it to send Delrith back to his prison in hell, and to slay as many warriors as possible with it. If we were lucky, after that Master Samuel and all of his troops would flee.

We left the base, 100 Glory Troopers, and me, Aubury, Mark, Capablanca, Slinky, Amy11, Osrie1, Haru, and Creator in the lead. I gulped nervously as I heard crashes, bangs, screams, and yells ahead of me. I saw a burst of fire overhead.

We walked right into the centre of the wreckage, and I gasped as several Black Guards marched towards us.

The Black Guards wore shiny black armour. Black plate legs, black plate bodies, black medium helmets were only some of the armour they wore. The skin that was visible was a charred, flashy colour, and their eyes were completely red. They held long black sticks with a hole in the end, with a pipe that connected to a shiny metal bag on their back. In shiny leather black belts they had black swords, black clubs and a black, cracked stone rune with a large red button on it. One of them marched towards me, and pointed the black stick at me.

Out of the hole in the stick, flames came. They were angry, red, hot, and destructive. I yelped as the flames burned a hole in my trousers. A painful black burn was there. I hit the Black Guard on the head with my scythe. It hit with a clank, but didn't do anything.

The Black Guard took out his club, and hit me smartly over the head with it. Stars burst out in front of my eyes, and I fell backwards, dazed. The other Black Guards that had been sent to hold us off marched forwards, using their flame throwers to make the others back off. One Black Guard hit me over the head with the club, and I was knocked out.