[Darkness]

You are looking through a room full of boxes of old tablets when you find one that seems most interesting. You sit down in a dusty chair and begin to read.....


In one age, an age called The Forgotten Age by some, an age long past, five gods of old fought in a war through a dark, lifeless abyss. The first god, the god of fire, was called Zamoragosh, by some. Another, named Guthin, reigned supreme the element of earth. A third god, leading the powers of air, was named Sarodonar. Lyrazen, a powerful god, was known to control water. Drathonian, another god, favored the power of spirit. These gods fought each other in an near-eternal battle, to see which of the five elements was the greatest. These gods were known to have human-like bodies, but they were immortal, never to feel the pains of death. During this battle many worlds were created, and many worlds were lost.

Zamoragosh, the god of fire, used the powers of manipulation and trickery to get what he wanted. Zamoragosh had a plan, a twisted, evil plan, a plan to destroy the other gods, and to create a world where he could rule to his liking. But Zamoragosh knew that he himself could not create this world. He knew that the other gods wanted the war to end, that they didn't even want to be fighting each other. He would use their passion to get that world. But this would take some planning. Zamoragosh would have to find a way to trap two of the gods. He could make traps of fire, but fire could not stop a god. This would take much more time than he had wanted.

Drathonian was resting his abilities when Zamoragosh struck. A ring of fire encircled Drathonian. The fire rose; in the blink of an eye, a cage trapped Drathonian. As he tried to escape, he became weaker. Whenever he moved, his energy drained out of him. Drathonian knew that Zamoragosh was behind this, nobody else could control the powers of fire. Would Zamoragosh put an end to his life? A god could not be killed, but if Zamoragosh had uncovered how to drain a god of power, than there was no telling what else he knew. But Drathonian knew better; he expected eternal torture. His energy continued to drain out of him. Weak, he yelled to Zamoragosh that he would not get his way, no matter what pains he inflicted on him. Shortly after, his power was spent, and Drathonian fainted.

Zamoragosh had not thought it would be that easy. If Lyrazen was just as simple, he would have this world in no time. But Zamoragosh knew that Lyrazen, being the god of water as he was, would not fall to a cage of fire. He would have to make a new way to capture this god. All of this planning was really starting to annoy Zamoragosh; getting what you want should never be such a project.

Lyrazen was traveling through the lifeless darkness looking for Guthin, Saradonar, or maybe even Drathonian, to negotiate an alliance. Thick chains of fire surrounded him and closed in, chaining his arms to his sides and his legs together. Lyrazen summoned the powers of water and used them to dissipate the chains. Suddenly, the pain of thousands of pinpricks accompanied by a burning feeling enveloped Lyrazen, his power draining from him. The chains appeared again, and as Lyrazen tried to summon water, nothing happened. He tried again, but still, nothing happened. A feeling of great despair overpowered Lyrazen. Whatever his destiny beheld for him, it was not likely to be good.

Zamoragosh had the two gods he needed for his evil plans, but now he needed a way to get the other two gods to meet him. Drathonian controlled the powers of spirit. Perhaps if Zamoragosh used Drathonian to send a message to Guthin and Saradonar, then all the actors would come into play, and everything would work to Zamoragosh's advantage. Only one obstacle was left between Zamoragosh and his world: Drathonian's will.

As Guthin and Saradonar reached the meeting place, they found Zamoragosh already waiting. In the message it had been acknowledged that if Guthin or Saradonar refused Zamoragosh's terms, Lyrazen and Drathonian would be destroyed. They came upon the scene to find Zamoragosh standing across from them, with Lyrazen and Drathonian in cages of fire on his two sides. They were all instructed to fire to their left and right a blast of their power. They did as he commanded, and the blasts formed a kind of star.


In the middle of the star, a ball of fire burst into existence. A piece of earth emerged around the ball of fire. Water rose out of the deep valleys of the earth. A glowing sphere surrounded the earth, like a blanket of air. Green enveloped the piece of earth, and great cities built themselves before their eyes. As time forwarded itself on this newborn planet, Zamoragosh grew more and more impatient. Drathonian and Lyrazen were done, finished. They now had no use in Zamoragosh's plans.

Suddenly, the cages of fire filled with flame, and when it cleared, the only things left of the two gods were two balls of light, one of blue, and one of yellow. The balance of the gods was now offset. Three gods left, but only two elements uncontrolled. Surprisinlgy, similar balls of light left the bodies of the other three gods. A ball of red light from Zamoragosh, green from Guthin, and white from Saradonar. All five balls of light flew into the heart of the planet, and then three five-colored balls of light flew out of the planet, into each of the three remaining gods. Zamoragosh knew the time was now, before the other gods realized what had happened. Knowing that time passed at a slower pace in space than on earth meant he would have extra time once he took over. He headed straight for this new planet to gain control while he still had a chance.

The rest of the tablet is broken off, and isn't in the rest of the boxes or anywhere else in the room. You decide to search through the same box in hopes that you might find other related tablets. One attracts your attention as you search.

The world has fallen into a state of darkness. This new age is called 'The Dark Age' by some. Evil monsters ravage outside of towns and cities, and some braver ones venture into the city to attack our homes. Our only hope is from the Haven of Light in the south, the home of two powerful gods. Their names have changed over time, but their names are now Guthar and Saradonih. They have been at war with the evil god Zanarden for many centuries now, but not much seems to have changed. I fear for my life, and the life of my family. My father has beheld a sickness unknown to our humble village, and every day we hear of another attack on our walls by the evil that lies outside. Sometimes I seem to hear things, evil things, as if I won't last much longer. Wait! Someone or something is banging on the door! Wha-? Ahhh...h.h.........---__-|\]]\

This tablet seems to end in mindless scrawls, as if whomever had been writing it had been cut off. You continue to search through the box until yet another tablet catches your eye.

The great evil that surrounds us is finally receding! The war is over, the light has won! A small section of evil land has been saved by the evil god Zamorak in the north, but that might even fall over time. Saradomin and Guthix have won! We have prevailed! We can finally travel in peace! I can't write much more because I'm attending a party; but we have beheld a new age, called 'The New Age' by most. Evil has fallen!

Finally knowing the ending to the story, you put the tablets back in their box and stand up. With contentment you leave the dusty old room and ponder what you just have read. But was it just a story?