The World's Cold

Juna and Madphibian pressed on. It was the middle of the night in Varrock square, and there was no one around. The big snake and the big frog felt right at home, with Madphibian clutching a bag of runes on his back.

"Here... this spot is perfect!" Juna hissed softly, as Madphibian grabbed a rune from his bag made of swampweed. It was an extremely rare time rune, which would allow the user to see the past of an individual simply by thinking it. Sometimes the rune would require a specific location or ritual for it to work. In this case, it needed to be in Varrock square.

"Have you mind-linked?" Madphibian whispered hoarsely.

Juna nodded, as they both shouted "Tony de Fillo", and the rune started to glow red. The eyes of Juna and Madphibian turned extremely white, as they both passed out. Now they can see a random day in the life of Tony de Fillo in their minds.

Year 169, Northern Wilderness

Tony looked away as he saw Duradel fall to his demise. Everyone else kept fighting, for the fate of the planet was in their hands. Lucien had proved to be an impossible foe, but he was still drawing power. Tony lifted his axe and swung it at Lucien. Lucien used his magic powers to send the axe hurtling towards Ghommal, cutting his head clean off. Hazelmere used this moment to smash his legs with a scimitar. Lucien stumbled back, but then smiled. He grabbed the gnome with his hand and crushed his skull in his very fingers. Tony saw red, and twisted Lucien's head round, and gave him a good punch. Lucien fell to the floor, but was soon up.

"Nice. I like your style... so direct, yet simple. But I can't let people like you linger around" Lucien smiled nastily, as he waved his hand and used telekinesis. Tony was thrown into a spiked pit, where a spike impaled his heart.

It was his mystery recruiter that saved him. He yanked Tony from the spike, and used his healing powers very quickly. Tony got up and saw Lucien opening up a vortex of power above his head.

"What about the rest?" Tony gasped, out of breath.

"I can't... my powers are limited, and it's too late" the man said sadly, as both men ran back into battle. After a combined effort of the survivors, Lucien was thrown off balance and the vortex had disappeared. His godly powers were dissipating, as he screamed in anger.

Before Tony could deliver the final blow, Lucien teleported away. Tony swore, and immediately stalked off. The mysterious adventurer never noticed, for he was too busy moving the bodies.

Tony got out his tracking talisman. He could trace Lucien through this rune, for his magical essence wasn't hard to find. A day later, he ended up in Varrock, his home town. Lucien must be nearby, somewhere near the castle.

But something very unfortunate happened. He was tripped up by a guard, and he fell to the floor. The talisman smashed, and stopped glowing. It started to crumble into dust, and the guard was just laughing.

"You idiot! That was the only tracking talisman in existence!" Tony snarled, drawing his whip.

"I'm sorry sir, but this is Varrock, not your crazy institution" the guard laughed, with his fellow guardsmen joining in.

Tony was not in the mood. He was stabbed, Lucien escaped and claimed many lives, and now this. He shouted the worse swear words on the planet known, and used his whip to strangle the guard. The guard was about to die if his comrades hadn't stopped Tony and threw him into a jail cell.