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Chapter 59: White Knight's Castle

Just as we were about to leave Sir Amik Varze's room, he jumped up, and ran towards us.

"Wait!" he cried. He went towards Capablanca, a frown of thought on his face. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Sir Amik Varze asked curiously. Capablanca nodded.

"You used to be my boss," he said. "I'm Capablanca the noob protector, don't you remember me?" A flicker of realisation went across Sir Amik Varze's face.

"Oh yes, now I remember you!" he yelled excitedly. "I fired you because you were always following our guests around, calling them noobs and requesting to help them. I could consider re-hiring you, because of your valiant efforts saving my private study from rampaging turkeys. Stay here with me, and we'll discuss it. In the meantime, you others are free to explore the castle." He waved at us, guided Capablanca to his desk, and started talking to him. We left the room.

I stared around me, amazed at the glorious beauty of the castle. The exquisite paintings of the countryside and portraits of famous white knights were amazing to behold. White knights proudly guarded the castle that they'd protected for so many years.

Nearby there was a door that was half open. I peered inside, and I saw a bedroom. The bed was made from the finest oak, and the blankets were knitted from the softest silk. More amazing pictures decorated the walls, and a desk stood nearby. There was another door opposite. I opened the door fully, and stepped inside curiously.

Just then, the other door burst open, and a man came tumbling through. He stared up at me angrily. He wore white knight armour, and a black eye patch. The eye I could see was a light brown. He held a white sword and a white shield in his armoured hands. He was rather muscled. His hair was a pitch black, and he had a rather bushy black goatee.

"Halt in the name of justice, peace and Falador in general!" he yelled, pointing his sword towards my neck. I put my hands up, rather scared. "My name is Jamie, and Commander Cedric told me to watch out for a bunch of intruders, and to kill them on sight. You have been caught in Sir Amik Varze's private sleeping quarters!" he yelled. The eye I could see was rolling. He snarled. "I hate people like you who decide to nose around our ancient castle! Let me take you to Sir Amik Varze's room."

"But we are…" I began, but Jamie interrupted me.

"Silence! I'll kill you!" he screamed. "Come with me!" I sighed, and gestured to the others to follow him.

He took us right back to Sir Amik Varze's office. When we walked inside, Capablanca was signing some forms. Sir Amik Varze looked up, surprised.

"Jamie, can I help you?" he asked, staring suspiciously at the sword being held to my neck. Cedric looked delighted for a split second, before seeing Sir Amik Varze's facial expression.

"Yes you can," he announced proudly. "I found the intruders Cedric was telling me about, and now I bring them to you." Sir Amik Varze gave Cedric an angry glance.

"Cedric lied," he confirmed. "This charming group of friends helped me get those turkeys out of my study." Jamie gave us a grin, dropping the sword immediately.

"I'm sorry," he said sadly. "I take my job seriously. When Cedric gave me a command, I stuck to it. I didn't mean to hurt you." I smiled at him.

"Don't worry about it," I assured him.

"You're not to blame," Slinky chipped in.

"How about I make up for it?" Jamie suggested. "Would you like a tour of the castle?" I nodded enthusiastically. Sir Amik Varze laughed heartily.

"OK then, Jamie, your job for the day is to give these friends of the white knights a tour they'll never forget," he said. Jamie jumped out of the office, and we followed happily.

"So, tell us a little bit about yourself," Amy11 said curiously, playing with her hair.

"Well, when I was a baby, the black knights killed my parents," he explained. "My mum was a cook for the castle, and my dad was a white knight commander. I can still remember them a little bit. They loved me so much. I've lived in this castle ever since. I desire revenge so badly. One of these days, the black knights will get their revenge!" he cried angrily. "I'm still rising through the ranks, but I soon hope to become the greatest fighter ever.

"Several months ago, there was a catastrophic war between the white and black knights. A lot of both sides were killed. One of the black knight lords got involved. There are five ranks in the black knight force-new warrior, warrior grunt (which is an average black knight), black knight darkness warrior, black knight commander, black knight lord, and the master. There are only four very strong lords- they are the right-hand men of the mysterious black knight master.

"Anyway, I'm straying off the point. In this war, the lord that got involved attacked me brutally. He stabbed me in the eye. It took a lot of medics to try and heal me, but I'm permanently blind in that eye. Medics say that my brain has been damaged, but I think not!" he retorted. He smashed into a wall by accident. He stood up, looking a bit dizzy. Osrie1 rolled his eyes at me. I chuckled quietly, and nodded.

"Anyway, I'm glad to have been pleasured with meeting you, Now we'll start the tour," he announced.

First stop was the white knight kitchens. The gleaming chequered floor was covered with brown feathers, obviously showing some sort of struggle. Several chefs ran around, holding different ingredients, preparing for the huge feast planned tonight. Shelves and cupboards full of ingredients covered the walls. Jamie coughed and turned around, obviously showing he didn't want to disturb the busy, busy chefs.

We went through several rooms- storage rooms for cooking ingredients and white knight suits of armour, offices, and a few bedrooms with tired white knights snoozing quietly in them. We finally arrived at a more interesting room.

"Welcome to the white knight library!" Jamie announced.

We were in, obviously, a massive library. Gleaming oak bookshelves full with huge, thick books towered above us. They were so tall ladders were necessary to get to the top shelves. Comfortable chairs and sofas surrounded us, with reading white knights sitting on some of them. A librarian stood behind a polished desk. I gasped in amazement at the colossal size of the place. The librarian shushed me.

We left the library. We went through a canteen which served the food the kitchen made for it, and we also went through a practice room full of dummies. After quite a bit of travelling, we went into what looked like a display room. Stuff up for display littered glass cabinets, with information on paper next to it. Jamie called it the white knight museum.

I passed a cabinet holding another mysterious orange shield with a claw mark on it. The piece of paper next to it read: Information to be added. I cursed under my breath; curious about the uses of this shield I kept seeing everywhere. Madrey1 had one, Duke Horacio had one, Sir Vant the white knight had one….

Speaking of Sir Vant, I passed a portrait of him and his helmet in a glass case. The piece of paper here read:

Sir Vant was a powerful white knight who was like any other, apart for one thing- he's slain an extraordinary amount of creatures. He's slain the fifth black knight commander, leaving four. He's slain a king black dragon. He also destroyed a traitor of the white knights, who was secretly a black knight in disguise. He sacrificed his life to save somebody else, and will always be remembered.

I stared miserably at the portrait of the man who saved my life. I owe everything to him.

I continued on curiously, and saw a blue-tinged sword on display. It was a valuable historical artefact, according to the information. Several have been made, and apparently Sir Vant got one of them.

Just then, an arrow shot right over my shoulder. Another one dug right into my back. I screamed with agony, as pain throbbed in that one space. I yanked it out painfully, and turned around to face my attacker.

A woman stood there. She was a very beautiful woman. She wore a black dragon hide skirt which revealed quite a bit of cleavage. She held a smooth yew bow in her hand. Her lips, her eyes and her nails were a bright ruby red. On her back, she had a holder full of dragon arrows. She had a pouch on her skirt which had a poisoned dragon dagger in it. Her long black hair spilled behind her like a waterfall of dark, dark ink. She smiled seductively at me, and aimed another arrow at me.

Jamie jumped forward, and bowled her over, yelling.

"You're not hurting any of my friends!" he screamed. She smiled calmly, pushing him off her with absolutely no effort.

"Calm down, handsome," she purred. She was a real evil temptress. "Or I'll make you." She kissed him on the cheek, making a red lip mark appear. He groaned, and fell over, snoring softly. She must be wearing some sort of lipstick.

A strong, black-gloved person grabbed my arms from behind. I struggled, and craned my head around. It was Phantom. Madrey1 came from the doorway, sneering at me. Osrie1 yelled, and jumped towards him. He swung around, and punched him on the nose. Osrie1 fell back, knocked out. Madrey1 produced a rope from his pocket. He knocked everyone out, one by one, until he got to Mark.

Mark bellowed like an angry bull, and charged forward. The girl in black jumped up, and kicked Mark hard in the cheek. Mark was went back a couple of inches. The girl landed on Mark's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek. Mark fell over, fast asleep.

Madrey1 stepped towards me, grinning evilly.

"What do you think of the brand new member of the Noob exterminators?" he chuckled. "Her name is Rogue, and she willingly came forward to help us." Rogue ran forward quickly, and stopped right next to Madrey1. She pranced forward, grinning seductively at me. I struggled, but the inevitable came anyway. She kissed me softly, not on the cheeks, but on the lips. I struggled to stop her, but Phantom's grip was too hard. She tasted like raspberries-probably the lipstick.

She broke it, giving me a wink as she cartwheeled away from me. I started feeling sleepy. I fell asleep in the end, after wrestling with tiredness for too long.

I woke up a few minutes later. A bell was ringing, and I was surrounded by faces. I stood up. Sir Amik Varze helped me up.

"Mainiac97," he said. "I'd look around you." I looked around. Of course, white knights stood everywhere. They'd helped all of my friends out of the rope after they regained consciousness.

I noticed why a bell was ringing. Several glass cases had been smashed, the contents missing. The Noob Exterminators had robbed the museum. I kicked myself mentally for letting them get away. I felt a surge of anger as I saw the glass case holding the portrait of Sir Vant had been smashed, and the portrait had been vandalized. Stink lines and fake moustaches had been drawn on childishly. I felt like snapping Madrey1's neck right now. I wished I still had my skull sceptre.

I hated Rogue very, very much. At the same time, it was hard not to love her. She was very seductive and sexy. She was a real slick lady; that was for sure.

After a while, and a little bit of questioning, we were allowed to leave the scene. I'd told everyone about Rogue, and what she did. Everyone, especially Jamie, hated her.

We finished the tour off. Jamie showed us the sword storerooms, the commander suite, and some more bedrooms and the staff sleeping quarters. We had passed several rooms we weren't allowed to enter, and several not worth mentioning. We explored up several towers, which included attack posts.

At the end of the tour, we arrived at a large stone door. There were no handles, knobs, or even locks, just carvings of strange, random shapes. Apparently, only Sir Armik Varze and a few chosen commanders could enter.

"I don't know much about what's in here," Jamie explained. "All I've been told is that what is in here is called the 'Eye of Saradomin', whatever that means." I nodded seriously.

We walked out on a balcony, and what I saw was beautiful. The sky was exploding with the colours of the sunset- oranges, blue, pinks and purples combined to make a beautiful colour. The idyllic countryside was spread out in front of me like a blanket. If I stuck my head out the window, and looked around, I could see a glint of marble-the bustling town of Falador.

"Come on; let us go to the feast. It should be starting about now," Jamie said. We followed him, intent on enjoying the rest of the night, with hopefully no sign of Madrey1, Phantom, or the beautiful but evil Rogue.

Well, that is done and dusted.

You're probably wondering where on earth my story dissappeared to. I've deleted it by accident, long story short, and I needed to reupload it. If you are still interested in reading, I'm afraid you may have to re-subscribe to keep getting the alerts. I hope I get a load of reviews to make up for the lost ones.

The competiton....

4th place: Rogue13

3rd place: Dream Decay

2nd place: Ninjamouse1

1st place: Jamie

Everyone who took part was amazing, but these people won.

Until next time, toodles!