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This was a very long and difficult chapter to write (as a matter of fact, I think this chapter is the longest one in the story). Because of the importance of this chapter I had to make sure every little detail was correct.

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Chapter 77: Traitor

I sat down on my chair, gasping for breath. I was absolutely exhausted. All of my muscles were aching, and my stomach rumbled like a volcano about to blow. I held a cup of tea in one hand, and a meat sandwich in the other.

At the moment I was in my house, working on the new room. It was early afternoon. Dream and Osrie1 had kindly been helping me build all morning, before Osrie1 got hungry and had to make an emergency trip to the Rising Sun Inn. Dream left a little later, saying he had to do other things.

At the moment, we were building the walls of the new room. We'd spent a lot of the morning putting bricks in place. The foundation was made out of cement, which was a mixture made from pulverized limestone, mingled with ash and heated thoroughly. It was used to bind bricks together. It was fairly easy to make, and could even be bought in the estate agent's shop.

Ever since the estate agent was killed, a new one had replaced him, and the new estate agent had made many differences. He'd started a special shop where building supplies could be bought individually, as well as the crates. He also sold cement in massive vats, which was very useful for me. The vats had been enchanted so when we'd finished with them they'd disappear and reappear in the estate agent's shop.

Recently, The Demon Clan had been put on trial and had been found guilty of many crimes, including murder, kidnap and treason. Apparently they'd been up to more than I'd thought they'd been up to.

I was still feeling resentful about my existence, but I realised it wasn't under my control and there was no point being upset over it. I had Dream Decay and Ninjamouse1 to thank for helping me realise that.

There'd been a search effort for the Noob Exterminators since their escape. Although they could be quite pathetic when they wanted to be, they were very strong and a menace to society. Sir Amik Varze was having a fit over it; the Falador murders made poor Sir Amik Varze quite paranoid, which was a sad reality.

I was still unsure about what I wanted my new room to be. A part of me wanted a kitchen so I could heal myself in my most grave times, but another part of me wanted a trophy room so I could display the things that encapsulated my past and the fights I'd won.

I still had the crystal ball Gypsy Aris had given me a while ago. I was captivated by it. I'd spent quite a lot of time admiring it, wondering what type of hidden qualities it possessed. It was worrying me that it was wanted by Master Samuel. I was concerned of the sort of things he could do with it. Well, for a start, he could remove some of the mist to use in his horrific-sounding potion. He could abuse some of its magical properties, as well as using it to help him further his own evil magic.

Ilookgood99's fairly new prophecy still plagued my thoughts. I'd scribbled down the prophecy (or what I remembered of it) for future reference. It went along the lines of: Watch out, Mainiac97. A very bad thing is going to happen to you, sooner then you think. I can't tell what it is. There is a traitor among you, a traitor which will cause this disaster. A storm is coming, Mainiac97, and you aren't fully prepared for it. But I do see a dazzling end, a light in the midst of the darkness. I wondered if a part of it had already come to pass. After all, Cedric WAS a traitor. But the disaster that Ilookgood99 spoke of didn't quite sound like the defeat of Mort and the end of the murders. The murders themselves couldn't be the disaster, because it was already happening at the time of the prophecy, and he said it was going to happen. I was confused, to say the least.

I finished off my meat sandwich and my tea, and I continued working. I was so tired I considered calling it a day and finishing work. I yawned, and rested my head on a nearby brick (which wasn't particularly comfortable). Five minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt, I thought to myself. I yawned again, and fell asleep.

Three men stood in a pitch-black room. One of the men was sitting down. "Who goes before me?" a man snarled. "Turn on the lights so I can see whoever dares enter my presence." A lantern was lit and the men could be seen well.

The man that was sitting down was Master Samuel. His cleanly shaven head reflected the light, and his red robes fluttered around his legs in the draft. He sat behind a small wooden desk. His menacing eyes darted between the two men that stood in front of him. One of the two men was James, who twiddled his thumbs apprehensively. The other man was more of a young lad as opposed to a man. The young lad wore black platelegs and a black chainmail.

"James, who is this boy that you bring before me?" Master Samuel barked. James gulped.

"Sir, I am nothing but a messenger," the boy whispered. His youthful face was full of fear. "I have been sent here by order of the black knight commanders. One of their spies has informed us that Mainiac97 has the crystal ball." Master Samuel stood up, his face contorted with rage. His wrath could be felt floating in the air.

"So the hunt for that cursed gypsy has been fruitless!" he bellowed. The messenger curled up in fear. "When the white knights killed the gypsy I would have thought they would have claimed the crystal ball. How on earth did that…that… brat get his greasy little hands on it?"

"You could simply send something to kill him," James suggested. "Once he's dead we can acquire it or get someone to do it for us."

"You don't think I've been trying?" Master Samuel spat. "I've tried anything and everything to dispose of him! I was the one who meddled with the New Year firework display. I opened the portal earlier than it was meant to be open, hoping he would wander in and get himself killed. I hoped the raging fireballs would burn him to a crisp, but that bumbling witch Aggie spoilt it in her ignorance.

"Not only that, but I specifically possessed the giant mole in the Falador gardens to destroy him. Ilookgood99 had to intervene, saving the brat's life. I've also been sending Evil Bob of ScapeRune subliminal messages. He captured Mainiac97 and some of his filthy little friends, as well as Ilookgood99. However, that egotistical freak had to get them out of there. Not to mention meddling around with the transformation patterns of Aaron the werewolf, making sure that all of his old training proved useless. I've been doing a lot in the past year or so, trying to kill that meddling little worm. He seems to be constantly protected."

"Are you responsible for the unnatural weather too?" James enquired. Master Samuel snorted.

"No," he replied coldly. "Although I have the means to, why would I? It would be pointless. No, the bad weather is an effect of the brewing potion."

"Excuse me, sir," the messenger piped up, finally finding the courage to speak. "But, may I ask, why don't you approach Mainiac97 yourself and attack him?"

"Killing Mainiac97 myself would be the most conspicuous thing I could do at the moment," Master Samuel hissed. "If he dies suddenly, it would attract a lot of attention. The people that know of me would suspect me or my assistants instantly. But, if he is killed by an overgrown mole, or blown up by a loose firework, nobody would look deeper than that. I'm trying to stay in the dark, because this potion is the most important thing to me right now, and to have someone interfere in the brewing of it would destroy several years' worth of work. It was stupid of me to go gallivanting around in Varrock last year. Because of my idiotic actions I have raised awareness of my existence and my activities."

"So, how exactly are you going to get the crystal ball off Mainiac97?" James asked.

"I'm going to have to take desperate action," Master Samuel grunted. "He having the ball has changed a lot of things. Messenger, go back to the black knight commanders and tell them that they need to inform their spy that it's a code red." The messenger's eyes widened. He stood up and rushed out of the dark room. Master Samuel's concerned frown turned into a look of glee. He chuckled. "Maybe this won't be such a bad thing. I didn't exactly want to do this so soon but it looks like I'll have to."

I woke up, screaming. I felt my forehead only to feel a glazing of ice-cold sweat. I stood up, abandoning the house, and dived into the portal.

I flew through Falador towards Capablanca's house in a blind panic. This dream had scared me. Master Samuel was planning something terrible, and I had to tell everybody about it. Master Samuel had been hiding in the dark since last Halloween, and the fact that he was plotting something evil involving me horrified me. I was distracted when I ran head-first into someone's chest. I looked up and saw the kind smile of Haldir6.

"My old buddy!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I haven't seen you for ages and ages! How've you been?"

"Haldir6?" I questioned, staring into his smiling face. "What are you doing here? I thought you were busy with your job as a Glory Trooper commander."

"Yes, I am," he admitted. "I've come down here to update the white knights on Varrock's condition."

"How is Varrock holding up nowadays?" I asked curiously.

"Not good. Not good at all," he said sadly. "We've been attacked by zombies recently. It was a bad time to be attacked because we were still recovering economically from the Silverlight wars. A large part of Varrock has fallen into disrepair. We are constantly having problems with possessed rats, dark wizards from the stone circles, and very bad weather." Haldir6 went into more details into Varrock's condition, including the decrease in Glory Trooper staff, the rough people coming in and out of the city, and the general lack of enthusiasm. "On the plus side though, our new recruits have completed their training about a month ago and are on official Glory Trooper duty. When I say new recruits, I mean Ballbags32, Sin, Elite and a few others." He then laughed. "I shouldn't be telling you all of this stuff, because the information is really only for Sir Amik Varze's ears." I remembered why I rushed out of my home in the first place.

"I've got to go now," I said, shaking his hand. "It's been nice talking to you." I ran off, leaving a confused Haldir6 behind.

I was fast approaching Capablanca's house when I bumped into Dream Decay. He gave me a serious look with a hint of sadness lying underneath it.

"Dream!" I gasped. "I'm so glad to see you. I've had a vision, you see." I went into details about my dream. Dream listened patiently, keeping the same sombre expression. When I finished, Dream rubbed his eyes. He looked slightly tired.

"Mainiac97, could you come with me for a minute?" he enquired. "I think I can help you with your predicament. I can't explain at the moment. Where's the gypsy's crystal ball?"

"It's in my bank," I replied, nonplussed.

"Can you go and get it for me please? It could prove useful." I was bewildered, but I trusted Dream, so I went to the bank and withdrew the crystal ball. I returned to Dream. He took the ball off me. He gestured for me to follow him. I followed him obediently, still baffled.

He took me under the arch which led to the crossroad between Falador, Barbarian Village and Taverley. He took me up the path which led to Barbarian Village. I continued to follow him. We passed the dwarf cannons, and a few dwarves waved at us. I waved back, my face shining with bemusement. Up ahead I saw the wooden gates of Barbarian Village, but Dream took me to the left into a small group of trees. We passed the snow-covered mountain. We also passed a large hole with strange, large creatures that looked like ants coming in and out.

We passed a black knight which I eyed nervously. I tapped Dream on the shoulder and he turned around to face me. He looked depressed about something.

"Where are we going?" I asked mildly.

"You'll see," Dream replied, his gaze like stone. I shuddered. I trusted him, but I felt uncomfortable walking through this very dark and scary area. We continued deeper into the woods.

We finally stopped. I looked up. Right ahead, a castle constructed out of pitch-black bricks stood, tall and menacing. I was beginning to doubt Dream Decay for the first time in my life. Why had he brought me here? Surrounding the castle were black knights in shining dark armour. Red feathered emerged from the top, and they held black swords in their hands. Several walked forward at the sight of us. Dream, shivering, took what looked like a card with his name, his details and his picture on it from his pocket. He showed it to the black knights, looking ashamed.

"Oh, it's the spy," one black knight said. "You may enter. Who's your friend? He needs to show his card as well."

"This is Mainiac97," Dream murmured. Muttering rippled through the crowd of guards. Four stepped forward and grasped our arms. We were marched through the massive doors and into the castle itself.

We were guided through corridors made entirely from shiny black marble. Red velvet carpets covered the floor, while menacing chandeliers hung from the ceiling, gathering dust. We passed doors with plaques on them. The plaques read things like 'library', 'interrogation room' and 'armoury'. It was like an evil version of the White Knight Castle.

"What the hell is going on?" I hissed to Dream. "I heard them call you a spy. You have a lot of explaining to do."

"All will be revealed," he muttered.

We were taken to a small, dingy, dirty door guarded by two black knights.

"This is Mainiac97," one of the black knights holding my arm said. One of the black knights guarding the door nodded, and opened the door. We were taken into the room.

We were inside a massive corridor. This corridor had no carpets on the floor, or chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. This place was cold, uncomfortable and unwelcoming. Cells lined against both sides of the walls. Most of them were unoccupied, but a few of them had moaning people wearing ragged clothes inside. I struggled desperately, but no avail. We were taken down the corridor to the very end of it. An especially large cell was at the very end, and inside this cell was a person sitting in the corner. We were shoved inside this cell.

"Where's the orb?" one of the black knights demanded. Dream, looking close to tears, pulled the crystal ball from his pocket and handed it to the knight. .

"The commanders will be here shortly," the black knight giggled. "Thank you for your cooperation, Dream Decay. You have proven yourself useful. The commanders will be pleased." He slammed the dungeon door, trapping us.

The person in the shadowy corner stood up. The person was a woman with long, blonde hair. Her face was smudged with grime, and her eyes looked gaunt. Looking at her reminded me of the Herblore mage. She bounced up and jumped towards Dream.

"Emily!" Dream exclaimed happily. He took her in his arms, and they embraced. My eyes widened as a thought occurred to me. Could this Emily possibly be the missing barmaid from the Rising Sun Inn? I thought, shocked. I was distracted as Dream let Emily go. I growled, and marched towards him. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

"What the hell are you playing at, Dream?" I bellowed. He gagged and his face turned purple. I let him go, and punched him full-out on the face. "First, you sweep me to this place without an explanation. Then you let those black knights trap us in this dungeon. To add insult to the injury, you go and give the gypsy's crystal ball to the black knights! I heard them call you spy, and they thanked you! If you don't give me an acceptable explanation right now, I will personally rip our guts out and feed them to Eek!" A tear came from Dream's eye.

"I do owe you an explanation," Dream whispered. "Well, here goes. I am a spy of the black knights." I gasped as it struck me. Dream Decay was a traitor. Back at the entrance of the castle I'd been in denial, but it was true. He'd been fooling me, my friends and everyone in general. He wasn't the caring friend I thought he was. Tears started welling up in my eyes. "But wait! There's more." I raised an eyebrow. What more did I have to know? My best friend was a traitor. What more could be said? I decided, in the end, to listen to him.

"I've had an absolutely awful past. I've done terrible things and I've met terrible people. Because of these things, I've made myself quite famous. Not famous, as in, RuneScape Rockers famous, or Easter Bunny famous. I can't really specify, sadly, but the black knights know me well.

"They were approached by a madman. I don't know much about this person, but he offered the black knights money and power beyond their wildest dreams. He must have been a powerful person, because they seemed quite intimidated by him. You may be wondering what he wanted in return. He wanted you. He wanted the black knights to acquire you through any means possible. Most importantly, he wanted you alive. So they began planning.

"They needed an especially talented person to lure you to the castle. They needed a spy, a person who could appear friendly while concealing a terrible interior. So they came looking for me. They had some background information on you from this madman, so they knew you currently lived in Falador, doing work for Sir Amik Varze.

"They found out that I was madly in love with Emily, so they decided to kidnap her. They found her at the Rising Sun Inn, and they used her. They threatened me that if I didn't do the spy work, they'd kill her." A tear dropped on the floor.

"So you pretended to be my friend," I growled. "You fooled me and all of my friends. You helped me with everything. You gained my trust!" I pulled out my olive-green book, and waved my friend's list in his face. I pointed to his name on the list. "You betrayed me!" I screamed. "You sold me out, and now because of you I'm going to be sold to some madman who wants me for goodness knows why!" There was silence for a whole minute as I boiled in my own rage. I now understood the dream I had several months ago, after Amy11 was saved from Madrey1 by Ninjamouse1.

"I didn't want to do it," Dream said dully. His voice seemed empty and lifeless. "Really now, you've been a really good friend. I genuinely wanted to be your friend."

"Then why did you lure me here?" I said, a little more kindly this time. "If we were friends, why did you doom me?"

"Have you ever been in love?" Dream asked quietly. I thought about Amy11. She was the most amazing girl I'd ever met. She was beautiful and she was kind. I nodded silently. "This girl you're in love with, would you do anything to keep her from harm's way?" I nodded again.

"Then you should be able to understand how I felt. I was torn between keeping my dignity and my conscience clean, or saving the woman I love." Dream put his arm around Emily and held her close. "Love is more powerful than anything else in the world. I feel absolutely awful for dooming you, I really do. But, if you've loved someone, you can understand how it would feel to lose your loved one. It's like having your soul torn in half. No, it's worse than that."

I sat down, fighting with myself. On one hand, Dream had sacrificed me to the black knights for selfish reasons. But on the other hand, how could I blame him for protecting the one he loves? I didn't know what to say. In the end, I came to a decision.

"I forgive you," I sighed. "I would have done the same. If you sacrifice your wholeheartedness you'll feel guilt but if you sacrifice love you'll die inside. It's not an easy decision to make." Dream grinned. He looked happier than I'd ever seen him look before. "I don't know if I'd do the same if it was a meat sandwich," I joked. Dream chuckled.

The moment was shattered when several black knights entered the room, followed by four very important-looking knights. These four knights wore gold-plated black knight armour. They didn't wear helmets, apart from one, who wore a gold-plated medium helm. This particular one stepped forward. He looked like the most important one.

"Greetings," he sneered. "We are the four black knight lords, sometimes referred to as 'the highest commanders', or occasionally 'the black thunderbolts'. Allow me to introduce us separately, starting with me. I am Roderick." I surveyed Roderick with fear. He used a large black battleaxe as a weapon. He hid his hair under his helmet. His face was pallid, and he had emerald-green eyes. "Here is Katrina." He gestured to a female near him. She had blood-red eyes, pitch-black hair, and held a black staff. She'd obviously changed her eyes using evil magic. She winked at me and Dream. "The identities of our other two commanders are unknown. We refer to them as Left and Right respectively." As I could see, they were both twins. They were both bald with brown goatees, and they both used black swords as weapons. One of them had the letter 'L' tattooed on his forehead, while the other one had the letter 'R' tattooed on his forehead. It made it easier to tell them apart, that was for sure. They stared at us with beetle-black eyes. A shiver ran down my spine as I made eye contact with one of them.

"Enough of my pleasantries, it's time to move on to business," Roderick said seriously. "What I'm about to explain to you will hopefully answer all of your questions."

"We are the masters of the black knights, as you may already know. There were once five of us but one died in battle. We're pretty well known among the land because of our history. We're a Zamorakian military order. We were official defenders of the Kingdom of Asgarnia for roughly 155 years many, many years ago, but now we're outcasts because of our violent nature and evil ideas. We battle against the white knights, trying to rid the world of their foolish laws, plans and beliefs. We four weren't always the leaders of the black knights. We used to be very powerful commanders but we've been put in charge since our previous leader's death.

"Recently, we were approached by a strange man who refused to name himself. He made us a very interesting offer. He said that he'd give us enough money and power to give us our previous glory back in exchange for one thing." Roderick grinned evilly at me. "He wanted you. He told us that if we didn't oblige, he'd burn our castle to the ground with a single sentence."

"That's impossible!" I argued. "The power needed to cast a spell of that proportion would take thousands of runes, and would drain the caster of his/her energy! Nobody's that powerful, excluding the gods!" Roderick curled his lip.

"That's exactly what I said," he said coldly. "But he recently acquired a special artefact that he called the God Rune. It looks like a normal rune, but holds the power of an infinite amount of every single rune. He told us that it wasn't easy to get, but he managed it. With this rune, he could cast any spell in existence and it wouldn't drain him of anything."

"But why doesn't he burn Falador to the ground with that rune?" I shouted. "He has the capability."

"He actually explained that to me," Roderick replied. "He said that one mispronunciation, one mistake, could cost him everything. With burning down our castle, it's fairly simple, and even if it went wrong, it wouldn't affect him. He didn't say any more on the subject, but he seemed pretty certain. Besides, he said that getting his hands on you from afar would take the fun out of it. He never explained why he wanted you, but his reasons don't sound very friendly.

"Anyway, as I was saying, we had no choice but to get you somehow. We looked in our records of spies we were familiar with, because none of our spies seemed to be good enough for luring you in here. So we found Dream here." He gestured towards Dream, who looked ashamed. "His past actions have made him one of the best people for the job. We forced him to work for us by using Emily." He also made a gesture towards Emily, who was scrunched up into a ball in Dream's arms. "We knew of their relationship, and we knew that he'd do anything to keep her from harm's way. So, we did what any decent Zamorakian organisation would do. We blackmailed Dream. Him being the spineless person he is, he used his cunning abilities to befriend you and convince you that he was a decent person. He abused your friendship to lure you here, and now we have you AND Gypsy Aris's curious crystal orb in our grasp."

A massive torrent of anger filled my stomach like wildfire. I was surprised steam wasn't coming from my nostrils. I didn't feel anger towards Dream because he had supplied his reasons for being a traitor. I felt like walking forward and punching Roderick in the nose and hopefully breaking it. I had to restrain myself, because doing so wouldn't help my situation a bit.

"Have you finished gloating?" I growled. Roderick laughed.

"Well, I've finished gloating, but I'm pretty sure the person who asked us to perform this task hasn't." He pulled a small purple orb from his pocket, and whispered into the orb, "He is here. Come quickly."

A massive purple bolt of lightning crashed into the ground near me, missing me by the width of a hair. I screamed and fell backwards, despite my cold-hard fury. I scrambled backwards as a massive red vortex began swirling above us. A red orb fell from the centre. An evil howling wind blew through the room, chilling my heart and filling my stomach with fear that froze the roaring inferno of anger and hate. The orb disappeared to reveal Master Samuel, flanked by James, the MCM and four dark wizards.

Master Samuel was three times and fearsome in real life than he was in the vision I had. The room suddenly seemed to glaciate in his presence. I shuddered in my shoes knowing that this man was after me specifically. His eyes rolled with insanity. His whole body seemed to glow with dark energy.

"We meet again," he whispered. "The last time we met, we were deep under the ground. I've had a whole year to boil in my rage. You probably know about the God Rune. I now have the power to cast spells so complex they would seem impossible at a glance. I just have to utter a single word and you will be roasted on the spot, but I want to kill you slowly and painfully for the defeats you've made me suffer. I've plotted many ways to obtain the power I want and need, but nothing seemed as effective as the God Rune. After slitting a few throats and studying in textbooks as old as this world itself, I found it. Now you shall die as I torture you to insanity and beyond!"

He threw his hand in the air and shouted a spell. I keeled over on the floor, screaming with agony. Every bone in my body was on fire, every single atom was roasting. I just wanted it to end, I just wanted to die. Master Samuel screamed with glee and mirth.

"This is my revenge!" he bellowed, spraying spit everywhere. Dream was attacking Master Samuel in an attempt to lift the torture he was inflicting upon me. Emily was sobbing, and even the black knight commanders looked disturbed.

In the end, Master Samuel obviously became bored of seeing me writhe on the floor, and lifted the spell. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. Every ounce of strength I had had been sapped from me.

"You've killed countless people," I muttered. "You've tortured, maimed, and robbed yourself to ultimate power. You could track down and kill any danger that would go against you, but instead you choose to torment me instead. I am nothing but a low-levelled adventurer staying in Falador, yet you find the need to ensure my death. Why?"

"There are many reasons," Master Samuel growled. "Revenge is one of them. But the main reason is you're too dangerous to my plans. Every prophecy I've heard, every seer I've approached, tells me of a young adventurer that has conquered me before with help and, if I'm not careful, will do it again.

"In the last year, I've done quite a lot. I've been gathering ingredients for the potion. I've been hunting down the God Rune. I've been gathering forces. But my top priority has been, not only making the black knights an ally, but to make sure you won't defeat me again. That is why I must kill you." He cast another torture spell on me, and I fell on the floor, thrashing around with pain. The spell subsided, and I was restricted by two black knights. Master Samuel began punching me in the gut, his face split into a berserk grin.

My fear was doused out by my previous anger. If Master Samuel killed me, he'd then go on to attack Falador and make sure that there was nobody that would be able to go against him. He'd then move on to taking over or destroying all of the other cities in RuneScape. With the God Rune, he could do anything.

I thought of all my old friends in Lumbridge. Duke Horacio. I still hadn't returned to him involving the mysterious talisman he'd given me ages ago. Farmer Fred, the kind man who'd taught me about farming. Father Uhrney, the eccentric old man who gave me the amulet that allowed me to talk to ghosts. I then thought of all of my friends in Varrock. I thought of Mark, battling pirates and sea bandits, and Aaron, redoing his werewolf transformation training. All of them would die if I couldn't stop Master Samuel. In one moment of pride, anger and fear, I pushed the black knights that were restricting me away, and I punched Master Samuel in the nose.

I heard a crack, and a hiss of pain. Blood dribbled from Master Samuel's nose. His eyes were wide open with surprise, but then they slanted. He muttered a spell, and blood stopped coming from his nose.

"That's it!" he spat. "You insolent little…" Lost for insults, he swore. "I'm ending you now! I've had enough joy in torturing you. It's time for you to get your comeuppance!" He muttered several horrible words, and a black ball appeared in his hand. It got bigger, and he threw it towards me. I tried to run, but the ball turned around and continued to follow me. I soon discovered it was useless trying to resist the inevitable. I screwed up my eyes, bracing myself for the end.

"NO!" Dream yelled. Before I could do anything to stop him, he jumped forward and the black ball hit him. He crumpled on the floor, and his eyes rolled upwards. His breath stopped, and I felt the life leave his body. Dream Decay was dead.

So, whaddaya think? Several massive twists there. Please tell me your opinions on this chapter.

A very special mention goes to Haseo the Terror of Death. We've been organising Dream (his character)'s death between us for a long time. This was all a part of our shared universe. We organised his betrayal, Emily's kidnapping, his death, and a bit more. For more info on his past and why the black knights wanted him especially, read Haseo's fanfiction 'The Sphere of Varrock', which begains a year before mine begins. Haseo, it's been an honour working with you buddy.

Just a side-note, I've made a new poll on my account which is about Mainiac's house. Please check it out when you have a second!

Another note, after much consideration, I've decided to delete my other story 'history of a tramp'. I realised recently that Charlie the tramp was actually a billionare, which kinda defeats the object of the story, lol. Besides, this story is taking up all of my attention. I haven't touched 'history of a tramp' since I uploaded it, which was months ago. I hope none of you are too angry.

Sorry for all the author notes. A lot of announcements have piled up since last chapter.

Next time: "This is the calm before the storm..."

Until next time, toodles!