DISCLAIMER - I know Syndra was actually released before Zed in LoL, but for the purpose of this fan fiction, please pretend that Zed had joined long before Syndra. Other than that, please ENJOY! (Also, I personally think Zed would have white hair, but pls no salt.)

Zed's weakness will be explained in later chapters too, maybe even the next, I'm not sure yet.

"HYAH!.. AHH, HAA!.. YAHHH!" Zed watched the Dark Sovereign intently as she practiced throwing her magic orbs. How this woman was a threat to Ionia he'd never know. She was aiming her orbs at a tree stump infront of her, but was missing 2 out of every 5 shots.

"I thought she was supposed to be a sovereign.. How weak." Zed thought to himself.

Syndra was in the middle of a grove, surrounded a mix of bright green and yellow leafed trees, big boulders with some symbols carved into them and not to forget the endless amount of nature that was around her - birds chirping, wolves barking in the distance and the sound of trickling water. The winds lightly blew against each and every branch of the trees, the wild patches of grass around her, making them sway, creating an almost romantic atmosphere.. Syndra was surrounded by what seemed to be small ponds, each containing different coloured Koi fish. There were six ponds all together, in a circle around her. She looked to the right pond which had a golden coloured Koi in it, and Zed scuttled along the tree branch to get a better view of what she was doing.

She lowered herself to ground, stumbling a little as she wasn't used to walking, and slowly walked over to the pond, holding out both arms as if she was performing a balancing act. She took a few steps and stumbled over, Zed's heart sunk a little bit, almost feeling sorry for her, but he was relieved to see that some of her orbs catched her.

He moved back to his original position and contemplated his viewing so far. Although he had been asked to assassinate her, he didn't understand why. She was a peaceful soul, simply practicing her magic. Zed could definitely feel her magic flowing through the soft winds of the Ionian forest, but it seemed wasted as she was using the orbs to prop herself up, as well as missing a few shots on a static object. He lowered his head, and sighed heavily, but silently. Zed was sitting on a thick branch, one leg either side, with his legs swinging in small movements. He was about 7 metres off the ground, and had only taken him a few swift movements to climb between the branches. He had been sat up the tree for almost 2 hours, and Syndra hadn't said a single word to herself during these two hours, which felt strange to him. He lifted his head back up, and rested it against the tree. "I've encountered her before, not in the league, but someplace else.. I remember her eyes.. Those, dark, purple eyes. Her hair is also like.. Mine." He thought nothing of it, and tilted his head back forward, and upon looking back at the grove only to notice that she was gone. He panicked, and frantically looked around him, when suddenly..

"HYAHH!"

"FUUUUCCK!"

-thud-

"What the fuck..?" Zed exclaimed softly, lying motionless on the floor, and lifting his hand up to rub his head. He felt a breeze hit his face, so he opened his eyes only to notice that his mask had fallen off. He shot up to life, stood up, desperately trying to find his mask.

"This is really weird, how does it fit your fat head?" Syndra innocently said, floating above a nearby rock with her legs crossed as if she was sitting. It was at this point that Zed noticed how dark it had really gone, it was the middle of the night.

Zed gasped, as he crouched to leap at her. "Give that BACK!" Zed jumped forward with all his might, reassuring himself that he'd grab it at the right angle, but Syndra just knocked him away with one of her orbs.

Zed landed on his butt with an almighty thud, his vision had gone blurry, but he could see Syndra moving towards him, he readied himself for battle, but Syndra lifted her arms, and clenched her hands into fists, lifting and encasing him in a strange magical field, disabling Zed from any movement. His shoulder length white hair floated around as if he was in water, and all sounds from outside the bubbled were muffled.

Syndra floated close to zed and slowly laid her arms down. She stared at his hair, only inches away from his face. Her eyes slowly trailed down his face, to his eyes, then his nose, her eyes lingered for only an extra second at his lips when they both looked each other. Zed looked at Syndra's lips for a split second, and looked back at Syndra only to notice she was blushing. A lot. He too, started to blush but he couldn't turn his head away because of the bubble that Syndra put him in, so he instead closed his eyes in shame. She smiled, and continued down his body. His breastplate armours caught her eye in particular. "So shiny.." she said, softly. She brought the mask up to the breastplate and held it to the side. "This is pretty." She murmured. Zed watched her as she slowly got closer and closer to his crotch. His eyes opened wide, and he only looked straight ahead of him. His face was a bright as the cloth attaching his armour, he began breathing heavily as Syndra stared at his crotch.

"So.. What's between your legs?" She asked, innocently.

"What?!" Zed could just about mumble a single word out.

"Never mind.." She replied solemnly.

She rose up again, simply looking Zed in the face with a calm, natural expression. He was fighting against the urge to stare at her face. "Why can't I close my eyes!" He thought.

"I thought she was weak.. This magic.. It's.. It's far too strong!" he said aloud.

"Strong.." Syndra repeated.

She let him go, and he fell to the ground. The atmosphere was neutral. Although it was a fairly warm night, Zed suddenly felt cold all over. He stood up, shivering, rubbing his own arms in a fickle attempt to get warm. Syndra had already turned around and begun floating back to the center of the grove, Zed sheepishly followed, chattering through his teeth. "Why am I s-so cold?"

"Sorry. That was my fault." She apologised with a monotonous voice.

"What d-do you mean i-it was your f-f-fault?" Zed was unbearably cold by this point. He dropped to his knees, still rubbing his arms, headbutting the floor with a hard thud. Syndra stared down at him, and quickly lowered herself to him so that she could lift his head up. She did so, but struggled as he was so heavy.

"Your head is limp.." She said.

"I-I know.." Zed's eyes slowly closing.

"Sleep.." She said softly. Panic filled Zed.

"No, no!" He cried, his tone slowing down. "I don't want.. to.. slee-"

For Zed, everything went black. He felt himself hit the floor shortly after everything went black. The cold grew on him ground-up, eventually getting to his head. Still shivering into a coma-like state, Zed begun to shed a single tear.

"Real mean don't cry.. Not men like this.." Syndra said, softly, wiping the fallen tear. "Men with facial scars like you don't cry." Her fingers begun to run along the long, deep scar going down Zed's right eye.

Men like Zed, were not supposed to feel emotion.