Hello folks! I've been playing Dota for nearly a year now - Obviously I love the game, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this fic. The inspiration for this one came from when I was practicing Earth Spirit Offlane and I discovered the trick of pulling creeps into the trees to gain an advantage. I started to wonder "Just what does that poor creep think of?" And thats how this was born. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this introduction.
Introduction: What Did You Do To Me?
The Ancients of the world, Dire and Radiant. Both locked in a battle that has spanned the eons, now shackled to their prisons in the mortal world, they have been calling legendary heroes to battle it out in a five vs five esquire battle – Their intent? Total victory. Having manipulated the desires and needs of these heroes to fight for them, for an unknown length of time the clashes of friend and foe is endless, never stopping. Not even death can free these slaves, as the Ancients power brings them back to life – Forcing them back into the fray. For victory. They believe their will is their own, that they are there to regain honour; or avenge a friend - perhaps even chase down the Fundamental that destroyed your world. Whatever their desires they have are simply amplified to further their lust for battle. No escape.
And then, there are the creatures known as 'Creeps'. Mindless beings created by the Ancients will. Weak and feeble creatures, waves and waves are sent out in fours, fives, sixes. They clash in the lanes and repeatedly butcher each other. Sentience is completely stunted and they exist only to server. They are born to die in the simplest sense; their death only serves to greater strengthen the heroes on each side.
And then, Angus was born.
To begin with, he was nothing more than a basic 'Melee Creep'. He thought nothing, he felt nothing and his instincts told him to rush towards the enemy tower, and butcher as many creeps before his eventual, and quite imminent death. At this time, he didn't even have the name 'Angus', he was simply another creep destined for destruction, a Radiant Creep charging towards the Dire side.
And thats when it happened. He'd noticed the great Earth Spirit, known as Kaolin head down to the lane known as 'Offlane'. What that meant, no creep knew – And nor did they care to know. The Earth Spirit was a formidable foe with the power to manipulate the very ground they walked up. Surely with him on their side, they were destined to win? The tiny thought sparked through his mind momentarily before his mind went blank once more, and his grip on his sword tightened.
The wave pushed up, over the steps and past the first tower, and thats when it happened.
Angus felt the world tighten around him, and letting loose a cry of fear he was pulled towards the tree-line. The trees snapped sideways to accommodate his size, before snapping and trapping the creep in the middle of three trees. Looking around, panicked suddenly his head surged with pain, a pain that would spark the rest of his life. Screaming in pain he dropped his sword and held his wooden hands towards his head as thoughts and emotions surged through his neurons and sparked his mind into action. Ideas and feelings he'd never even imagined exploded into his mind and it took every inch of his will to keep himself from flat lining there and then.
As he looked around, his gaze settled on the Earth Spirit himself, standing outside the clove of trees. A smile crossed the craggy face and the Spirit nodded once to Angus.
"Stay here, little Creep. I need you safe and sound, I will be at an advantage then." Kaolins voice murmured, his voice as crumbly as his appearance.
Angus's eyes, now a dark red colour instead of the normal blue looked up at Kaolin, and he found he could spoke. "W-What did you .. Do to me?" He asked, his own voice deep and soothing.
The Earth Spirit looked away, heading back to his position. "I gave you life, Angus."
Eyes wide in shock, he watched as Kaolin wandered off. Leaving the creep there, to contemplate his fate, and the gifts that had been bestowed upon him.
