Note: When I first wrote this, I couldn't think of any good names. Because of that, one of the main characters is called Frost, which has nothing to do with myself.

-=[ Chapter One: Actions of Despair ]=-

I couldn't remember anything... Just that flash... That bright, green flash... As if I was guarded with a mysterious power... Frost and I were practically the only citizens of Varrock who survived the Zamorak Child Offering... Six years back... I was still a baby back then... You'd say I remembered nothing... Strangely, I remembered a bright green flash...

"HEY! ZOGORAN!" Frost yelled when I approached the main gates of Varrock. "How was your night? The rooster woke me up too early so I tried cursing it! But, but, it didn't, eh, work... Much."

I lived with my uncle, Oziach, who lived in Edgeville, not far from Varrock. I just crossed the river Lum as Frost approached me. He still lived in Varrock. His parents were mages, just as Frost himself hopes to be one day, so they were able to defend themselves against the Zamorakian attack six years back. Frost, however, DID get kidnapped. Strangely enough, he also survived the blast... I always wondered if he had finally found some hidden abilities... Fire on itself doesn't cause huge, green explosions...

"Zogoran! Hurry up already! The General Store has been open for longer than an HOUR already!" Frost shouted across the street.

"Take it easy... It's quite a walk to Varrock, you know... Next time, you'll go to MY place..." I sighed and puffed. "Or just 'teleport', hehe..."

"Wait and see, Zogoran, it'll be a matter of time before I can teleport... Here, I'll show you..."

Frost grabbed a little pouch. Inside of it were a Law rune and some basic elemental runes. He rubbed them together. Suddenly, Frost had turned purple and shrunk. He became too small to see, untill he popped up again, not even a single step further.

"I told you I could do it!" He sighed.

"Okay! In that case, let's go to Edgeville!" I replied. I couldn't help grinning. His skills were so useless at that moment...

"No... I'll learn someday, though... General Store, now!" Frost shouted.

... more to be continued!

EDIT!

We walked through the bumpy streets of old Varrock. Lots of familiar people greeted us, like Reldo, the librarian. He was always nice to us. He would even let us lend a few books without bothering the math and identification.

"Hi, Reldo!" I said to him, as always.
"Ah, good afternoon, Zogoran. How nice to see you." He replied as usual. "Say, do you still have that book about the Shield of Arrav? Someone asked for it."
"I'll bring it to you tomorrow, I promise." I quickly replied.
Reldo nodded and walked on. Frost and I ran towards the General Store. Frost already took a golden coin from his pockets, just to check if he still had it.

"How can I help you, young tummywut?" The old storekeeper grinned.
"One bread please!" Frost said with all his enthousiasm and pride.
"I got a few right here, fresh from the oven!" the old man said. "I'll grab one for you."
He took the ladder and moved it to the higher shelves. He cautiously tried to climb up. He was really old, maybe too old for a job as a shopkeeper, but he still enjoyed every minute of it. Along the way to the shelf, he asked:
"Have I ever told you young lads about how my friend Oziach slayed a demon?"
Frost sighed. "Yes, mister. You..."
"I remember as if it happened yesterday..." The storekeeper interrupted. "The demon had this crimson red skin, huge white horns and a hand that could crush bone!" He rattled on. "Delrith was its name, I believe. Yeah, Delrith! Oziach still has the sword, I think... At least... Yeah, he should. Those were some times, boys... Demons fooling around and killing all the young whippersnappers in town... Not a fine thought, let me tell you..."
"Yes, sir. How awful it must have been..." Frost sighed, making sure the old man would get the hint and notice their hurry and irritation.

"You should pay your respects, youngster! I know I can talk for hours, but no need to sigh!"

Frost and Zogoran payed and quickly ran outside.


Why not? Another edit!
Frost took a huge bite out of his half of the bread. I just nibbled a bit, I wasn't all that hungry.
"Yeah, that story is pretty old, but Delrith is awesome." Frost said full of enthousiasm.
"Yeah, I guess... My uncle is legendary, man... Even I don't know the whole story, but yeah, he seems to have chopped off the demon's head with a Silverlight blade..."
"From what I've heard, he tied a feather to his left foot and tickled Delrith to death!" Frost argued.
"You're full of nonsense, Frost... That doesn't even make sense..." I calmly replied.
"Well... But still it's true!"
Frost and I kept talking, playing and most of all arguing untill the evening painted the sky light pink. There were clouds closing in and only a few stars visible.
"I hope it won't rain before I get home..." I said to Frost.
"Yeah... I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Sure."
I wandered off towards the first opening I saw in the gates of Varrock. It turned out to be the southers exit. I had to go west, not south...
"Sennividor! Vinniseth!" I heard someone shout. Near the south exit was a small dolmen with strange stones gathered all around it. It had been the same for years. This time, there were two men standing on the dolmen, dressed in red robes. You could easily tell that they were Zamorakians. They're language was incomprehensible for anyone from another religion. One of the men grabbed a tinderbox and set fire to the dolmen using Guam leaves. The flame turned dark and red... I figured it'd be best to turn around now and just don't meddle...

When I got home, uncle Oziach could tell I was a bit frightened.

"What's wrong, Zogoran?" he asked, while he poured in my favourite Guthix' Rest tea.
"Er... Well, I saw a few Zamorakians near that old dolmen."

Oziach dropped the teapot on the floor, spreading the bright green tea all over the floor. "I'm sorry, Zogoran," he said, "but I gotta go to Varrock for some time. Don't follow me. Stay here..." He grabbed his Silverlight and ran out.

AND another edit...

Oziach dissapeared out of my sight. The door slowly closed because of the wind. The creaking noise the door made was somewhat scary this time... Normally, I wouldn't bother, but it felt as if a little bug inside my skin ran up and down my spine.

A painful silence took the place of the creaking sound as the door had closed. The Silverlight trophy looked so awkward without the blade on it... Just a piece of wood with a golden edge on it... It had lost its glory. Its shine.

I couldn't just stay here... What if Oziach was in danger? What if he got himself hurt?

All of a sudden, I heard this awfully loud roar. Whoever made that sound sure was angry... It took only a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever... The bug on my spine seemed to stop running up and down... Now it was chewing on it. I couldn't help but to jump off my chair.

"I won't allow this to happen!" I shouted. I don't exactly know why I said that, there was nobody nearby anyway. I ran towards Varrock, as fast as I could.

When I finally reached the southern gates of Varrock, completely out of breath, I took a look at the dolmen. From behind an old oak, I could see Oziach, that was him alright. On the other side of the dolmen was a huge, bloodred creature. Lacking the knowledge to identify it, I assumed it was a demon. That moment, I remembered the storekeepers story. Could it be Delrith? Zamorak's Demon Delrith, the one who destroyed Varrock once before?

Oziach didn't seem to be winning this battle. Delrith was glowing a bright red colour, a fire burning in his eyes. His power increased quickly. Around him were a few Mages of Zamorak, keeping their distance, shanting in their unknown language.

I couldn't just stay there and watch...

I had to take action...

But what could I do? I was just a child. Not a mage, either. I was just a boy. Nothing more...

As I realised that, I heard a terrible scream from the battlefield. Oziach fell down...