Chapter 1

The night was young; the sun had just started to set itself on the fields of justice. Ahri was sitting in her house alone, a rarity in her life. She flipped through the pages of a book she was currently reading, a tome on differences between poisons. Ahri was dressed in her normal dress slash coat mixture she always wore. Her long pale legs were crossed over the grey bed sheets she currently was sitting on.

The off-season was probably the most enjoyable to the fox, no fights to be had unless it was needed. The League took a lot out of her, various summoners wanting to see her prowess in combat. It was rare to see Ahri not on the battlefield. She wondered what the reason behind it was. She was still rather weak in her mind. She really didn't deserve the amount of fame she truly had; or so she thought.

Ahri felt a slight disturbance, like something was about to happen but instead of going and confirming her feelings, she opted to stay on the bed and continue reading. The feeling only increased as she tried to dismiss it more and more. A loud buzzing sounded from outside her one floor home. While Ahri was in a remote place in a forest, she was still relatively close to Piltover; in fact it was the sheriff herself who had given her the home.

Ahri finally gave up and let out a loud sigh of anger. As she started to get up she found herself sitting right back down, eyes wide with shock. A loud explosion was replaced by the buzzing noise; Ahri's front door imploded inwards as an object came soaring through the door at high speeds.

The object gasped. "Ugh." It groaned. "That hurt like hell. Damn computer." Ahri realized that it was not an object, but a person. With out opening his eyes the man continued to talk to himself. "Just gotta figure out where I am…" The man opened his eyes to reveal hazel colored eyes. The man looked around the room for a moment before his eyes rested on Ahri.

"I… Uh… This isn't…" The man said nervously. He was wearing a ocean blue sweatshirt, faded blue jeans, and what looked to be shoes popular in Piltover. The man slowly got up and shifted his eyes nervously. Ahri just stared back with wide eyes. "Sorry… You know… About the door…" Ahri just stared. "I'mna go." The man said running through the now empty doorframe.

"Wait!" Ahri called. The man seemed not hear her. She used her unique ability to dash after the man. She grabbed the man by the collar and threw him to the ground effortlessly. Had she really gotten that strong since her training in the Fields of Justice?

The man landed with a thud and a groan. "Please… Don't kill me." The man managed to say between coughs for air. The man remained on the ground staring terrified at Ahri.

"Are you okay?" Ahri asked softly.

"Huh?" The man asked. He was in a confused state, Ahri could tell just by looking at the man.

"I asked if you were okay. I didn't realize I was so strong." Ahri laughed nervously. To the man the girl's voice was like a silk blanket, soft and inviting. There was a mysterious aura around the girl. The man had now realized he was talking to the Ahri. Her nine tails flowed in the wind and her ears were pointed in interest.

"Oh…. Shit." The man uttered to himself. The man flipped himself to his feet now on high alert. "I know you past Ahri." Ahri took a step back and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh do you?" She asked playfully. "Then you know I regret it as well." She added. "You don't have to fear me and another thing, who are you?" Ahri asked this time almost as if it was a demand.

"Not from here. That's for sure." The man commented.

Ahri let out a long sigh. "Okay then. Who are you?" She asked this time still a little frustrated at his pervious answer. The man took back a second and pondered the question. Did he really not know his own name?

"Uh…. Well… Ya' see…." The man stopped nervously scratching his head and put his arms down to his side. "I have no clue who the hell I am. But, I know a lot about this world." There was a pause. Ahri was certainly not pleased with the answer she got. "One thing is for sure. I'm glad I found you before I found anything else, mainly FiddleSticks."

Ahri laughed. "You would have still been better running into someone like Jace or Garen. Hell, even Lux. She seems to like helping people in need." The man smiled back.

"I actually would prefer running into you. However, I wish it was under better circumstances. Ya' know with the uhh… Door being blown off its hinges." The man admitted rubbing his hand through his curly black hair awkwardly.

"Yeah. I wish that had been a bit more subtle, announcing your presence and all. Speaking of… I just had a thought." Ahri pointed out. A second passed. "Wait… Prefer me?" She asked confused.

"Not like that! I know what dirty thoughts you have. You're just preferable to anyone else in this world. However, maybe if I would have ran into Caitlyn, Vi, or Teemo… What ever. My point is I found you and I'm off to a great start."

"Does that mean you know your goal?" Ahri asked confused yet again. He knows his goal but not his name? How odd.

"Nope. All I know is the history of this world, and who to trust. My goal is not getting myself killed." The man admitted. "However, I would like to hear the theory you came up with."

"You're a summoner." Ahri said happily. "You summoned yourself to this world from your own." Ahri explained.

"That could be very possible… Given… This." The man gestured to his current clothing.

"Well… Whatever the reason you're here. I guess I could offer you a place to stay." Ahri offered. She knew that it might be more of a hassle than what she wants, but she may as well be kind to the stranger.

"As long as you don't mind the burden. Otherwise I could seek out Teemo. Maybe another champion." The man admitted. "I realize that it would be rather hard to put up with someone you just met. And it will probably be costly."

Ahri let out a sigh. "Just come in. We have some things to talk about. Also, I want you to fix the door." Ahri added.

"Got it."