Hey, my name is Clarce. This will be my foray into Fanfiction. Not sure if League of Legends is the first place to go. I may do another one as the same time as this story, but I digress. This is the story that came into my head for a while. Not sure if anyone has done this before but this is an AU where a single change in lore occurred. A change that alters many people's lives forever.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own League of Legends or it's characters. They are owned by Riot.

Jarvan II was standing in a group of his men and was perplexed. Earlier that day, he and a troop of Demacian soldiers had raided the city state of Noxus, Demacia's eternal rival and enemy. They did this in order to free a man by the name of Viscero from within the coliseum of the city. They attacked the populace and had freed not only Viscero but all of those captured within the coliseum as well. Now that they were on the track back towards Demacia, they finally noticed something odd.

Standing in front of the now aging king was a young boy, who looked no older than five years old. He had a raven's nest of brown hair. The youth wore brown shirt filled with holes, and his shorts fared no better. His feet were bare of any footwear and was seemingly playing with the forest soil. His eyes were a shade of brown that in a certain light, it was seemed as if it were red. From the look of his physique, he was very malnourished. Far too thin for a boy his age should be. Not only that, but he was ridiculously filthy. Dirt and grime were all over him, and he reeked, as if he had not bathed in a month.

The king of Demacia, who was now scratching his grey beard, stared harder at the boy who was looking at everyone else with caution in his eyes and a bit of wonder. He was staring around him as if everything was new to him. From the trees, to the dirt, to the armor of the soldiers and even to the king himself. The boy's eyes seemed to travel quickly and with interest. This made Jarvan smile a little bit. His grandson, Jarvan IV, who was also about the boy's age had the same look in his face every time he went to the barrack's and training fields for a visit.

The interest in the boy's eyes seemed to disappear when a man would try to approach him. Those eyes that seemed to shift colors would train on the soldier who would take a step near him. His body would tense as if he would run the moment someone got closer to him. The boy would lean towards a certain direction, usually away from the soldier who got closer. Huh, that gave Jarvan a thought. The king noticed that the boy would lean towards a section with less soldiers, a place with a better chance of escape. Why would a child need to know that?

"My liege," a soldier called out. Jarvan II turn towards the soldier who spoke, but was also looking at the child. "What are we to do with the boy?"

"My question is how did he get here?" the king asked back. None of the men spoke up at the statement. They didn't know where this boy came from, let alone how he got here.

"That would be my doing, my king," a man proclaimed as he walked towards the aging king. Jarvan looked the man up and down as he approached. He had long brown hair done in a pony tail. A large metal pauldron was attached to his left shoulder, with a metal bracer equipped on that arm as well. Around his waist was a red leather tasset was around his waist, and underneath it the sovereign could see some chain mail. Adorning the man's feet were silver grieves. He was holding a spiked helmet under his left arm, and a three pronged pike in his right. "I am sorry I did not inform you my king."

"Viscero..."

"Please, call me Xin Zhao," the man insisted. "I would rather not use that slave name anymore."

"Very well, Xin Zhao, tell me why this boy is here," Jarvan inquired.

"He fell in our path during our escape through the slums of Noxus my king." The young man turned toward the only child in the clearing. "I picked him up, afraid that he would be crushed as we ran from the city." Xin Zhao then gave a sheepish smile to his savior. "I forgot I had him in my arms until after we stopped." This caused Jarvan II to chuckle.

"You forgot he was in your arms?"

"We were preoccupied with running my king." Jarvan nodded.

"Very true." He too then turned towards the young boy, who still seemed to be on high alert. "Seeing as you were the one that saved him, you will be in charge of what we do with the young man Xin Zhao." This caused the warrior to blink.

"Um...Excuse me sir? What do you mean by that?" he confusedly asked.

"You get to decide what we do with the young child over there," Jarvan stated as he pointed at the boy. "Whether we leave him in the next city, bring him with us all the way back to Demacia or just leave him here in the woods, the choice is yours." Patting him on his shoulder, the king strode of to speak to his men to see if they were ready to move.

Xin Zhao was now left dumbfounded. He was staring at the boy who kept looking around him and was unsure of what to do. Deciding he might as well introduced himself to the boy, the ex-gladiator walked toward his new charge. As he approached, people made way for him and were greeting him. When he just a few feet away from the boy, he saw the boy lock onto him. Dark brown meet hazel as they stared at each other and Xin Zhao finally made it in front of the boy. The two stood in silence as they stared at one another, and a few other soldiers were watching them as well. To their surprise it was the boy who broke the silence.

"You're the Viscero," the boy said almost monotonously. Xin Zhao could hear awe in the boy's voice. "You survived the Fleshing even with three hundred warriors." That made the man look at the boy with a curious look. "I heard all about it from the gossipers within the slums. You're really strong."

"Thank you for thinking that. My real name is Xin Zhao, what is yours?" He got down on one knee and held his hand out to the boy to shake hands. The boy seemed to take a small step back when the hand came to him. "I'm not going to hurt you, young one." Still the boy looked at the hand warily. Sighing, Xin Zhao put his hand down. "You never answered my question. What is your name?" The boy was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking again.

"I don't have a name."

"You don't have a name? Didn't your parents name you?" The boy tilted his head to the side and frowned.

"I don't have parents either." This caused the man to flinch. He apparently picked up an orphan from the slums.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he replied. The boy shrugged as he heard the man's answer. Suddenly there was a noise and the boy held his stomach. "Are you hungry?" Looking sadly, the boy nodded. "How long has it since you've eaten?"

"A few moons ago," the boy answered still clutching his stomach. "I gave some of my food to a girl who needed it more." Xin Zhao was surprised to hear that. Noxus was a dog eat dog city. You had to fight to survive there. The fact that the boy gave some of the food he had, probably the only food he had, to another person was astounding. "I should not have given her the food." Thinking quickly, Xin Zhao asked another solider for some bread and water. When he got them, he gave the food to the boy. The boy seemed to devour the food instantly and was gulping the water at a rapid pace.

"You must have been really hungry huh?" The boy nodded again. The young on then seemed to take on a faraway look.

"I wonder if Kavyn is okay?" he said to himself. As the boy pondered what happened to his friend, Xin Zhao was also thinking of his answer to the king. What would he do with this boy? He didn't want to leave him on his own here in the forest. Putting him in an orphanage sounded like a good idea, but he didn't know where one would on the way back to Demacia. Maybe he should put the boy in one over there? Nodding to himself, Xin Zhao came to his conclusion.

"Boy," he stated getting the child's attention. "Would you like to come with us to Demacia?"

"Demacia?" he asked confusedly.

"Yes, we could put you in an orphanage there and you can find a good family to take you in." The boy still looked confused as to what was being said, but it sounded nice enough from what Xin Zhao was saying. Slowly nodding his head, still not completely getting the what was happening. "Very well. I shall tell the king." Again the boy nodded. When Xin Zhao left to look for Jarvan again, he took one look back and saw that he seemed ready to run again. To be honest, he was sure that during their entire talk the boy was ready to run too.

"He's not trust is he?" Xin Zhao muttered to himself. "Makes sense in where he was growing up. Well, once we get to be Demacia, he'll go to an orphanage and find a good home." The ex gladiator was sure of it.

Okay there is the first chapter of the story. I'll try to get a few chapters up as soon as possible.

Oh and the age range I see the characters as of this moment in this chapter.

Xin Zhao- 20

Talon, Kavyn- 5

Jarvan II- 65