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

Struggle
The told and untold of the God Wars

Chapter One: First Line of Defence
James awoke from his dream and sat up on his slumber mat. For a short moment, he thought he was home, in the quiet wooden cabin stationed next to the forest, in which he had grown up in. For just a short moment, he saw himself in his soft bed in the room he shared with his two brothers. He saw his red silken sheets. He saw his siblings, fast asleep in beds identicle to his. But the vision was short lived. He wasn't home. He was in the barracks for the followers of Seren. He was fighting in a war. Everyone was asleep, the bigger built elves snoring annoyingly loud. James sighed. Him being the only human to side with Seren, he felt very lonely. The elves' ways were strange to him. He only had a single friend, Zesiph, who was at least a head taller than James. James looked at his friend who lay on the mat beside him. The portable barracks were currently in an alcove of a cave that went underground, giving an earthy aura to the air. The light that the small candle lanterns produced flickered dimly and cast long shadows along the stone walls. James eyed his only possession; a framed artist’s sketch of him and his two older brothers, Leo and Alex, who all had the same caramel-brown hair. He hadn’t talked to either of them since he left. He had received a single letter from Leo talking about how sad Mum was that he left and so proud as well. How Leo had decided to leave and join the fight of the Gods as well. But he didn’t join Seren Thought James.

He lay back down on his mat and closed his eyes. He tried to forget about his brothers, but he just couldn’t. Finally, he started drifting to sleep. But just as his mind was about to switch off and go into slumber… CRASH! A ground-rumbling tremour awoke all in the camp.

“We're being attacked! Everyone get up and grab your equipment!” shouted the Elf Commander.

James snatched up his shield and sword he kept at the foot of his slumber mat and dashed to the armour bins. He fumbled through the various platemails scanning them for his size. He found a spiked metal body with the word MEDIUM imprinted into the rough metal, and pulled it on over his tunic. He was about to move to the bin filled with helms when he heard the commander shouting at them to gather at the start of the tunnel that lead to the surface, and NOW.

James knew he didn't have time to grab a helm, so he rushed to the cave entrance and made his way over to Zesiph.

“Fine night for some fighting, eh?” said Zesiph.

“Also a fine night for sleeping...” muttered James.

There was another loud CRASH.

“It's the Zamorakians! There's at least four dozen of them, we're out numbered!” reported a scout who had returned from the tunnels, as he fell to the ground; an arrow in his back.

Everyone was silent as they listened to the thumps of the enemy’s feet marching toward them. Pit pat pit pat pit pat. They all turned their gaze toward the commander, waiting for a signal. “Wait until they attack us, then-” He was cut off by the sound of swords being unsheathed. They all ran forward towards the oncoming Zamorakian soldiers. James caught site of them. Chaos erupted as the clamour of swords clashing rang in James’s ears, arrows flew through the air, and the misty haze given off by magic surrounded him. James looked around; there were demons, werewolves, Majarrats, and, of course, humans. Everything was a blur until he focused on a target; a warrior about the same height of James, equiped in polished red and black painted armour, with a matching shield and longsword. His only concern at that exact moment was to destroy the target. He watched nothing else but was aware of everything going on. He remembered the hours of training and practiced stances. He was in the zone. As the warrior noticed James they locked eyes. James was the first to strike as he swung his sword over his head at him. The warrior blocked the blow with his shield and returned with a slash aimed at his chest, stopped by the edge of James’s sword. Swords locked, James kicked the shield out of the soldier’s hand, broke the lock and swung at his leg. The trooper screamed in pain as he fell to the ground and clutched his leg. James pointed his sword towards his neck.

“I submit! You’ve beaten me! Please, don’t kill me!” plead the soldier.

James saw into his enemy's eyes. They were gentle, and looked kind. He couldn't kill this man.

James had an idea. He raised his sword and the warrior held up his hand. James paused, for a moment, he had thought he had seen his brother, Leo, instead of the warrior. James shook of the thought of his brother and swung his sword down onto the soldier as he heard the troopers one last yelp.