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The Battle of Misthalin - Chapter II
Written by: Sir Scizor1

This is a continuation from Chapter 1 from Issue 6

Louis swallowed, looking at his audience. He started to speak. "Your Majesty, my plan is simple. We need to get into Lumbridge and attempt to make contact with whoever is doing this-" Louis was cut short with the sound of someone pounding on the door.

"Sir? Sir! We're under attack!" screamed the person behind the door, as shouts rose up throughout the castle.

"Oh, no! Quickly! Defend the castle and its inhabitants!" King Roald III was suddenly up and barking orders fiercely as Louis headed to the door, equipping his helmet.

Outside, it was entirely chaos. Arrows flew through the air, embedding themselves in the bodies of unfortunate men who were unable to find cover. Three heavily armed men walked up to Louis and pulled out their weapons. One was armed with a glowing staff, one a large crystalline bow, and the last carried a large two-handed sword. Silently approaching them, Louis unsheathed his longsword. The rasping sound of metal against leather was all Louis heard before he swung his blade in one single, slicing arc. The archer attempted to dodge, but failed and instead made a rasping sound, as if trying to shout but had no air, before falling to the ground. The man with the large sword swung his heavy blade, nearly decapitating Louis, but instead it slashed through his shoulder. Louis felt an intense amount of pain, but managed to amass enough strength to shove his sword into the the warrior's knee, and the unnamed soldier fell over, unable to get up. Louis looked up, and saw the familiar sight of a blast of huge power aimed at his face. Muttering a swift prayer, Louis attempted to get up, but his body painfully refused. However, the wizard opened his mouth, as if shouting silently, then slumped over with an arrow in his back.

A Varrockian ranger stood on the tower opposite Louis, with his bow cocked as if he had just fired, and nodded at him. Louis opened his pack and gobbled up a special herb that his friend had given to him days ago. He muttered something again, and his shoulder wound magically healed itself. Moving swiftly, Louis vaulted over the castle wall, as if hopping over a fence, and and charged into the battle. It wasn't clear who was in charge of the enemy men. He couldn't see any large armies, but he could feel large pulses of energy emanting from the gates. Louis ran to the front, unsure why exactly what was causing armed men to run in fear.

He reached the gate, and understood. In the middle of the opening, a man stood atop a huge beast, such that had been untameable for many millenia. The old man stood atop a dragon. He wore a ferocious look on his face, not smiling, not happy, but somewhat crazed. The man, with an evil look in his eye, directed the dragon to smash the walls surrounding the palace. The dragon did so, clawing its way through the walls as if they were paper. The solid rock fell, and in doing so, crushed the hardened warriors of Varrock. The dragon didn't have a lot of room to maneuver, but that didn't make it any less deadly.

Louis took a quick swig of one of the many potions he carried on his belt, and then rushed up to the scarlet red dragon and bravely plunged his sword into the stomach of the dragon. It roared greatly but did not fall. Louis tried again, but was unsuccessful. On the third time, Louis tried to slice into the tough dragonhide, but was cut short when an arrow hit him in the leg. He lost his footing, and slipped onto the filthy floor. One of the Zamorakian archers had twanged his bow of yew and fired an arrow at Louis. Unable to get up, he watched as more attackers tried and failed miserably to rid Varrock of the dragon.

As a last resort, an adventurer who Louis had never met took hands with some wizards. They chanted a spell, one that many people had never heard before. Slowly, the men became transparent and eventually disappeared. Louis looked on in shock until he realised the dragon had vanished as well. The wizards had sacrificed themselves to banish the dragon and kill its escorts.