RuneScape:Wiki Post/Fan fiction/Dreams - Chapter 1

Dreams Part I
By Boomer12342

'Spoiler Warning! This story may make direct and/or indirect references to certain quests! I tried my best not to give too big of hints as to what happened in the quests, but no guarantees!'

Hazelmere stood alone. He stood with many. White endless void all around. Many dark souls stood around. How did he know they were souls? He didn't know.

Whizzing. Whirling. Everything spun.

He was at his hut on the end of a series of islands. No, he was far away from the hut. He spoke to a human. The human. He heard what he said, but it sounded so far away. What was their name? He couldn't remember. He knew they were of importance.

"Do you remember when you called me the first time?" He asked the human in a mind meld spell. "You disturbed my contemplations. I was having a vision of the future." The human looked awed. Shocked. Unbelieving. They mumbled on about visions and dreams being unreliable.

"Skilled brothers numbering eight," Hazelmere started, "will assemble to fight the mahjarrat deceiver."

Whizzing. Whirling. Everything spun then settled. He was no longer at the hut. He saw himself with six humans and a demon. He saw himself look through a telescope.

"And they will be heading north to confront him." His voice echoed through the scene before him. He saw himself put his telescope away, then his group disappeared and reappeared down below.

"I clearly see you, dressed in the evil robes of night," His voice once again echoed across the scene below. "Lightly decorated with ochre like burnished gold and the rust colors of autumn leaves."

Hazelmere did indeed see the human wearing long robes, a sagging hat. Was the human evil? Was that being down below evil? It looked evil, deep sunken eye sockets, green fiery eyes. The staff he wielded looked powerful. The human must have tricked the green-clothed being.

"Though the robes represent an order of evil, you will not follow that path. You will remain true to Guthix." The last word... name?... echoed and rebounded several times before fading. He answered his own question. The human wasn't evil.

Chaos and battle ensues. The green-clothed being kills several of the humans. Hazelmere watched the bone army amass around the nearby structure the human was on top of. He watched the demonic humanoid and a human with a rapier battle the skeletons.

"Of the eight, only two shall return;"

The good-but-evil-cloaked human yelled a name. His name. But the human wasn't looking at where he was floating. Hazelmere turned around, didn?t see himself anywhere down below. He only saw a hat blow away in the wind.

Behind some nearby rocks, lay wounded the demon and the other human.

"One represents the path of Slayer and one of warrior."

Whizzing. Whirling. He was back in the white void.

He remembered. Memories of that event, and several other events, flooded through Hazelmere. Were they from the past? Present? Future? Of that he knew not, but he ''knew' what he previously did not.

His thoughts raced, attempting to make sense of what happened. His thoughts paused. Immense power, unlike any he felt before, lingered nearby. He turned. He saw.

A large tree, with bark of silver, leaves of emerald, eyes of diamond.

Argento? Hazelmere thought.

No. Not his old friend. More powerful.

Guthix.

''Greeting's Hazelmere. We have some things to contemplate.''

He was almost overwhelmed with the power in the vicinity as he noticed two more trees.

To be continued...