The monster roared, its fury sparked a thousand tongues of fire from its hide. With one almighty sweep it sent Ryanna’s father flying over the top of the volcano, the wind ceased, the spell failed, and the monster drew itself to its full one hundred feet once again.
Ryanna’s mother screamed in agony and despair, and with a snarl that sounded more like a wolf than a woman, she dashed forwards, a shower of electricity falling around her. With a thrust of her arm and a word, she hurled a massive bolt of thunder at the monster. It was knocked off its feet and landed with an earth shattering crash.
Ryanna’s mother, however, had performed a spell that was beyond her power and endurance. She fell and landed on her back, blood flowing from her nose, ears, eyes and mouth at the same time.
She remained there motionlessly until little six–year–old Ryanna toddled over. To her, it was just all a magic show that her parents put on for her, as they always did. Her mother looked at her through her bloody eyes while she smiled delightedly and clapped the tiny little hands. Her mother smiled back weakly, and with tremendous effort, she pulled out a small, silver, beautifully decorated pendant. Ryanna’s big, emerald, green eyes opened wide as she slipped it around her neck.
“Guard this well, my child,” she said, and they were the last words she ever spoke.
Ryanna waited patiently for her mother to speak again. When she didn’t, Ryanna bent over and gently stroke her stone cold, once beautiful face. Still there was no response, and Ryanna began to panic. She squeezed her mother’s arm as hard as her small hands could, and pulled on her hair. Ryanna began to scream.
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“MOTHER!” she cried in between sobs.
The dead woman did not answer, but there was a loud, deep grunt. Ryanna turned to see the monster rise, now so angry that its eyes turned livid red. With a stamp of its feet, the monster split the mountainside and Ryanna had just enough time to dodge as her mother’s lifeless body disappeared into a bubbling lake of lava.
The monster turned on her, red eyes flashing, and with an ear–splitting roar, it shot a huge jet of flames at the child.
As the hot, burning mass came at her, something clicked inside Ryanna, it was a terrible rage, and a thirst for vengeance. Without knowing what she was doing, Ryanna let out a cry and forced the fire back deep into the monster’s stomach with a powerful thought. The monster stood for a moment, bloated like s balloon, before exploding with such a force that Ryanna was carried by the shockwave down to the bottom of the volcano.
She landed on her back. She heard a loud crack and felt great pain, then all things went black. She was falling… falling… falling…
Ryanna woke with a start. Her nightgown was drenched in sweat. Her mind was still filled with the horrible nightmare, the one of her parents’ last moments.
Now twenty, Ryanna was as normal a young woman as can be, apart from the fact that she was an orphan. She was pretty, even beautiful, with the emerald green eyes of her mother and shiny blond hair of her father. She had a quiet, peaceful nature that has made her a lot of friends in the small village. However she possessed something others didn’t – her extensive knowledge in the sacred art of White Magic.
It awoke in her when her parents died. The grief, pain and the rage she experienced on the day combined let out her inherited magic in a great outburst. A few years of training from her uncle, the village magician, gave her control of her power. She was unhappy, however, because people only became her friend because of her surpassing abilities.
Ryanna pushed the crumpled covers aside and got out of bed. She headed down to the kitchen for a drink, but just as she stepped out of her room something big and furry lunged at her. Ryanna screamed.
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It was Tornado, the huge black sheep dog her uncle owned. She giggled as the animal’s cold, wet nose tickled her neck. She and Tornado had grown up together, as though they were twins.
“Ryanna, are you alright? I heard you scream,” her uncle called sleepily from his bedroom.
“Yes, I’m fine Uncle Negro, Tornado startled me” Ryanna called back.
“Can you keep it down please, some people have to work tomorrow,” Uncle Negro said with a grunt.
Ryanna giggled again. “Yes Uncle Negro,” she said as she scratched Tornado behind the ears. True, her uncle was also the village healer, and he needed all his sleep to conserve his energy. Ryanna tip–toed into the kitchen and drank a glass of water. Then she went back to her bedroom and lay awake in bed. The happiness in her had evaporated and she was hit once again with by the last memories of her dream. When she banished the monster she had also been close to death. The fall broke three of her ribs and knocked her out for seven days. It was amazing that a child of six suffering from such injuries survived, and now the only trace of that injury was a small, straight scar on the side of her neck.
Finally Ryanna gave in to her fatigue and fell asleep clutching her mother’s pendant.
The next day turned out to be far from normal. An urgent message arrived for Uncle Negro from the royal army. It said that the King intended to go to war with a barbarian country that has been raiding the outskirts of the kingdom. Uncle Negro, who was an experienced mage in the army, was to assume the rank of Chief Magic Director. It was a call of duty that he could not refuse. So he and Ryanna quickly packed a few essentials and set off on Uncle Negro’s wagon. A few days later they arrived in the City of Varrock. Where they settled temporarily to wait for the attack.
While Uncle Negro chatted with his old friends in bars Ryanna wandered off to explore the city. She was amazed at how crowded and noisy it was compared to her quiet little home village.
One day she was walking about the marketplace when a bear of a man came suddenly out of nowhere and snatched her handbag containing her mother’s pendant. She screamed as the man ran into the crowd. She pursued the man, casting freezing spells as she went and leaving a trail of petrified people behind her.
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The man ran out of the city and into the woods, with Ryanna hot on his heels. However as soon as they entered the woods the man disappeared. Ryanna tried in vain to find him, but it was no use. She was walking out of the woods when a thick arm suddenly grabbed her around the neck.
Ryanna gasped and struggled, but it was no use, the man was too strong. The man tightened his grip, closing off her windpipe. Ryanna tried to lever the arm with her own, but she was not violent by nature and was not very strong. She kicked the man hard in the shins, but the vicelike grip still would not budge. Ryanna was beginning to see stars from lack of oxygen. In her panic she blindly shot spells everywhere. The grip became tighter still, and Ryanna’s fragile body could not withstand the lack of air, she fainted.
When she woke up she felt a pair of lips upon hers. She first reaction was to thrash out with her arms. She caught the stranger in the head and he backed off, obviously in pain.
It was then that Ryanna realised that this man was not her attacker. He was tall and fit, with a very handsome face and an appearance that was not at all bear–like.
“I’m so sorry,” stammered Ryanna. “I thought you were someone else.”
“It’s quite alright, your reaction was understandable. I’d have done the same,” the man said.
“What happened to the man who attacked me?” Ryanna asked.
“I took care of him, I promise he will not give you any trouble.”
Ryanna did not ask any further, for some reason she felt strangely shy around the man. He was wearing a magician’s outfit with a sword hanging from his belt. He had dark brown hair streaked with highlights, a firm chin and wide, square shoulders. Ryanna felt a tinge of attraction and had to turn her head to hide her blush.
The stranger’s name was Gyllias. He was an important officer in the army. Gyllias escorted Ryanna to the inn she was staying at and she invited him to dinner. They chatted throughout the meal until Gyllias decided to leave. Ryanna followed him to the door with his coat. He thanked her and kissed her on the cheek before walking off into the street. Leaving Ryanna standing at the door with a bright red hue on her face. She slept well that night.
Ryanna and Gyllias met regularly over the next few days and Ryanna’s attraction grew. Gyllias was charming and intelligent, and Ryanna felt comfortable to tell him everything about her in return he told her everything about him. He was twenty-five also an orphan, his parents were killed by a band of bandits during a robbery. He avenged his parents and joined the army, where he worked his way up to the top.
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It was the last day before the troops began marching. Gyllias invited Ryanna to his home to say goodbye. Ryanna was just as eager to see him again, so she quickly but on coat and hurried to Gyllias’ manor. She arrived on the doorstep and knocked three times. Gyllias opened the door and she walked in. as soon as he closed the door Gyllias grabbed her waist and kissed her deeply and passionately. Surprised as she was, Ryanna kissed him back. They moved and sat down on a sofa. Gyllias’ kiss moved down to her neck and found the small, straight scar. Ryanna surrendered herself completely to him. Gyllias’ hands found the zipper of her dress, and as he undid it he whispered in Ryanna’s ear.
“I love you”
The next day Uncle Negro gave Ryanna some exciting news. The general had agreed to take her as her uncle’s assistant. They were both was ecstatic, but Ryanna was for a totally different reason than her uncle. She was going to see Gyllias again.
The march took several weeks. Not that anyone cared. Nobody in the army, not even the General, liked fighting. They only did what had to be done and relied heavily on spellcasters on the battlefield.
During the weeks Ryanna and Gyllias were constantly in the company of each other. Uncle Negro noticed but said nothing. He was happy for Ryanna. While Ryanna, who had never had anyone to love besides her uncle, was having the time of her life, and their high ranking positions didn’t give them much to do, so all was well.
On the third day of the eleventh week, battle commenced. The barbarians were ferocious and fearless fighters, but they did not have an army of magicians. Wave after wave of barbarians fell in a hail of spells, until battle ceased for the day.
On the next day the barbarians proposed a challenge. They said that if the Royal Army could beat their monster, they would surrender, but if not, the Royal army had to leave them to be.
“Show us your monster.” Was the General’s response.
The barbarians released a gigantic monster, over a hundred feet tall, with red, scaly hide and red, fiery eyes. It awed the soldiers but it held a special meaning to Ryanna.
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“That’s the same kind of monster that killed my parents.” Ryanna said to the General.
“But you killed the other one.”
“I did, yes.”
“Then you’ll be able to kill this one?”
“I can try.”
So it was decided, Ryanna was to attempt to slay the monster. Before her battle, Gyllias came to her.
“I want you to know,” he said. “No matter what happens out there, I’ll always love you, will you marry me?”
“Yes, of course.” Ryanna said and kissed him.
Uncle Negro also wished her luck, and whispered in her ear, “Use the pendant.”
She thanked them all and stepped out of the ranks. The monster looked at her and roared as both armies retreated.
Suddenly, without warning, the monster attacked. A spout of flames came from deep within its throat at Ryanna. She held out her palm and there was a blinding flash. A beam of light shot from her hand and countered the fire. The monster roared, annoyed.
Ryanna now attacked, her long, golden hair stood on end as she performed the same spell her father used on the monster. A gust of wind swept up and a beam of energy shot from the heavens. The monster let out a howl of pain and fell. Ryanna continued the spell. The monster’s howl became lower and lower until it stopped. This was Ryanna’s chance, she gathered energy for one, final, finishing blow.
A tail swept out of nowhere and knocked her off her feet. She landed hard on her back and was immediately faced with the monster’s foot. Her hands shot up, sending a wall of energy to stop her getting crushed.
The pendant around Ryanna’s neck suddenly glowed. It sent a massive beam of light at the monster. It was lifted into the air where it vaporised.
Ryanna shook her head, dazed. She gripped the pendant with her hand and silently prayed for her mother and father, then she walked back to a cheering crowd.