Chapter 1

The rushed footsteps of a running boy can be heard on the polluted streets of Noxus. A sack full of bread and a few coins was the only evidence that suggests why there was a man chasing closely behind him,

"Stop, thief!"

Of course, the boy did not stop. With a twist of his heels, the boy turned a sharp corner into a darkened alley. Unfortunately for the boy, he ran into a wall much too tall for him to climb. What is worse is that he could still hear the footsteps of the man pursuing him. The boy looked around the alley, but he saw nothing that can be of use to him. He turned around to face the man that was chasing him. He had a very plump belly that only seemed to get bigger when he was panting. After the man caught his breath, he looked straight into the boy's brown eyes,

"I got you cornered. Hand over the bag and I promise, no harm will come to you," The man said with a stern expression.

The boy's eyes looked around the alley again, but he saw nothing he could use to his advantage. The plump man took a step forward, and the boy, a step back,

"My patience is running thin," The man said as he stretched out a meaty hand. "Give me the bag now, or I'll be forced to use other means."

The boy gripped on to the sack tightly. No way was he going to just give back the goods he worked so hard to steal. He needed to think of something, quickly. The man took another step forward. The boy tried to take another step back, but his back was already up against the wall. The boy looked behind the man and noticed that the two of them weren't the only ones in the alley. The fat man gave the boy a sinister smile as he pulled out a steak knife that he was carrying with him,

"Alright," The man said, "you leave me no choice!"

The man raised the knife to strike at the boy, but then a sack was pulled over the fat man's head! The man dropped the knife on the floor and reached for the sack that was pulled over his head! The boy saw this as an opportunity and swiftly brought his leg around the fat man's meaty leg, tripping him! The boy then started running for the exit of the alley! The large man had finally got the sack off of his head and was in the process of getting up,

"Get back here, twerp!"

The boy, with a renewed spark of energy, ran out of the alley and back onto the streets! As he was running he noticed a boy that seemed to be about his age yelling at him,

"This way," The other boy yelled at him.

And as if the boy knew that he was the one that saved him earlier, turned around and started to run with him,

"My hideout's over here," the other boy said, "you can hide there!"

The two ran through the streets and crowds of the slums, they couldn't help but notice the all familiar smells that littered the air. The yelling and stomping of the mad, fat, and now very sweaty man could be heard behind them, but he was much to far to ever catch up.

"My hideout's just around this corner," said the boy.

He led him into another alley that looked identical to the last one, but there was a wooden board wedged into the ground. The boy that saved him grabbed the board and yanked it out. Where the board was, was now a tunnel that the boy assumed led to this hideout,

"After you," the boy with the board said.

With a little hesitance, he crawled into the tunnel. The tunnel that led to the hideout was a short tunnel, and he soon found that he could stand up again. The boy found that he was in a fairly sized room, but the only furniture was a somewhat rotting chest and an old bed with old blankets. As he came further into the room, he noticed a picture on a shelf of a man, a woman, and their child being held affectionately. Another body popped out of the hole and the boy turned around,

"Welcome to my home/hideaway! it might not seem like much, but at least it's better than living on the streets," the other boy said as he sat on the old bed.

The boy with the sack took a seat on the ground and started to inspect the contents of the bag. Inside was a couple loaves of bread, some dried fruits, and a few coins,

"What's in the bag?" the boy asked.

No answer. Instead the boy tossed him one of the loaves and started to chew on some dried fruit. As the other boy gave him a look of appreciation and started to chow down on the bread, he noticed he forgot something,

"Oh! We didn't introduce ourselves yet! I'm Kavyn! What's your name?"

The boy looked up at Kavyn, he had hazel eyes and messy, dark brown hair that went all the way to his shoulders. His face was dirty, but that's usual for someone living on the streets. He was wearing a stained brown T-shirt and pants with extremely faded shoes. The boy gave Kavyn a slight smile before saying,

"Well I... Don't exactly have a name," the boy said to Kavyn as he took another bite of the dried fruit.

Kavyn gave the boy a confused look . 'He must have been on the streets all his life' Kavyn thought. "Well how 'bout this: let's team up! I mean, it's easier to survive if you can rely on other people. Like earlier when I helped you escape that fat man," Kavyn stretched out a hand towards the boy, "What do you say, teammates?"

The boy finished his fruit and looked at the outstretched hand 'Having a partner would be easier.' he thought. He gave Kavyn another smile as he clasped his hand and shook it. Kavyn gave an even wider smile as he released his grip on the boy's hand,

"Sweet," Kavyn said with delight. "You can stay here if you want, I got some spare blankets in the chest over there."

And with that, Kavyn lied down on the bed and closed his eyes. It was getting late and the boy was tired, so he grabbed some blankets from the chest and made a makeshift bed on the floor,

"Yeah, teammates." Is the last word the boy spoke before drifting into asleep.