A/N-Hello everyone, this will be my first ever fan fiction ever. I am open to any kind of suggestions to the future of this story and will update often. Any constructive criticism on my writing is welcomed. I am also eager to hear how people liked to story so make sure to leave a comment. However if you did not like the story tell me what you thought was wrong and ill try to change that aspect of my writing in future uploads.

This story in particular has been written up to a certain point so sorry if I ignore any suggestions. Also, eventually I will begin to slow down in uploading because I will have to start writing the rest of the story. I will let you know when i actually start writing more (This is when ideas for the future of the story are wanted). As for the actual content of the story there are also many other characters involved in this story but Zed and Riven are the two main characters of this story. If anyone wants me to add another character in I will try my best if I like the idea. Thank you and enjoy the story!

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The Shadow that had a Soul

His name was Zed. He was born alone; he had always been alone. He was branded a killer, a soulless inhumane creature whose only purpose in life was to spread chaos and destruction. He hated this thought even though he knew it was true, but what he resented even more was being alone. From birth he was an orphan, left on the streets to fend for himself as soon as he could walk. Years went by, never fast, only slow and each more painful than the last. He was in and out of orphanages every few months, and each time it was because all the other children hated him; they were scared of him, they told him to leave, that he could not stay with them anymore. He never really understood why, but he knew there was no use fighting because everyone in the world either resented him or they were afraid of him. Eventually there was no place for him, but the streets. He did whatever he could do to stay alive. He stole, cheated, and even begged people for the things he needed to live. Throughout this time he always thought "Why does everyone hate me, all I want to do is be your friend, all I want to do is have fun and be loved like everyone else, so why must I be alone?" Then one day he was given a glimmer of hope.

This glimmer appeared after he became desperate. Zed was desperate because times were tough, too tough. No one would even give him a thought, so much as to give the beggar boy some food, water, or even money. So, he made a decision, one which he would always regret. He waited for night to fall and broke into the nearest blacksmith. He procured a large shuriken; its length was the same as his forearm and was razor sharp. He decided to use this to murder the next person he found and pilfer their belongings. It pained him to think about murdering someone but he knew it was necessary, he knew it was right, because what gave others the right to ignore and treat him like dirt when all he wanted to do was love them?

He was ready. Time passed slowly as he waited in a dark ally, using the shadows to conceal himself. He waited for his time to strike down the person most unfortunate to come across him. He no longer was going to be treated like dust. He wanted people to at least accept him, and if they didn't, they would pay. So, he waited…. and waited, until he heard the sound. It was the sound of footsteps. He could not be sure how many people were there, but he was ready. Adrenalin pumped throughout his veins and confidence surged in his being. Time passed as if minutes were hours and seconds were minutes. As he heard their footsteps draw closer his heart felt like it was going to explode. Then, finally, he saw them walk past; it was a man and a boy. The man had dark black hair, brown eyes, and looked like a warrior with scars littering his face and arms. The boy looked to be the same age as Zed and had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a very composed look on his face. Thoughts of doubt and discouragement crossed Zed's mind but were quickly thrown aside after he remembered all he had been through.

After they passed him, Zed left from the shadows which hid him and appeared behind them. Zed thought to himself, "They don't even know what's coming, this will be easy." Zed aimed for the man because if he killed the child first the father would surely retaliate. He cocked his arm back, aimed for the center of the man's back and released the deadly projectile with as much force as he could muster. Zed was confident; he knew that he would succeed. His ego and thoughts of success quickly vanished once he heard the clang of metal against metal. Zed looked and saw that the man produced a katana from his clothing and deflected his rash attack with one fell swoop. Soon he was slammed against a brick wall. The younger boy who was once at the man's side was now pinning Zed to the wall. Zed struggled, but found it no use because his frail body soon availed him of any power. This was because he had only eaten scraps for the last few weeks. Zed did not know what to do or what was going to happen to him. The man, however, looked at the beggar boy who had just tried to murder him and saw something no other person would. What he saw on the outside was a malnourished boy who would do anything to just to stay alive, but what he saw inside of the boy's soul was a misunderstood child who was never given the chance to be someone, never given a chance to be loved. He saw the ambition and dedication the boy held within him and also saw parts of himself and his son inside of the beggar boy's soul. He stood and thought for a moment and said to his son, "Let him down." His son held a puzzled look on his face and was about to say something in retaliation, but decided it was best to not interfere with his father's judgement. As the boy released his hold on Zed, he fell to the ground and the man spoke to him and said, "Child, what is your name?"

"It is Zed," he replied barely managing to respond. He pulled himself up and leaned against the brick wall and waited sensing the man had something to say. The man stood and thought what to do with the poor child that lay before him. Feelings of sadness and guilt soon washed over him like a flood as he continued to look at Zed. The man was in a very conflicted state of mind. He thought to himself "He is going to die if I don't take him in. We have room at the temple for him to stay, but how will the others accept him if I just bring him into their lives so suddenly? They will not take kindly to this but I cannot just leave him here to die," so he said, "Well Zed, do you wish to stay out here in the streets another night?" Zed replied to the obvious question by saying "No, I do not wish to stay on these decrepit streets any longer than I must." "Then follow us" he said and continued to follow the path he was originally on. His son stood confused and shocked for a moment and started to say something until the man shot a silencing glare at him. Zed, however, was even more confused and scared than he had ever been in his life. He knew that he wouldn't last another day out on the streets, but was unsure on whether or not to follow the unknown man who just offered him a chance. He leaned against the wall thinking until he noticed the man and his son began to walk away. His only option was to follow. His mind was filled with fear and confusion, but this all gave way to a new emotion that sprung up inside of him, as well, one that was a mixture of hope and curiosity.

The trio walked for what seemed like ages and Zed became confused when they told him to continue following them out of town and into the wilderness. His mind began to fear where they were going as they ventured deeper into the unknown and eventually his mind began to feel weak. His vision blurred and the world began spinning. He stopped and audibly said so that the two could hear, "I think, I'm going to ..." but before Zed could even finish his sentence he fell upon ground with a thud. The man said to his son "He is in worse shape than we thought, we must hurry and get him to the temple." The boy did not speak but only nodded to show his answer as the man picked up Zed and threw him over his shoulders. The man said, "We must make haste," as he began running along the path they followed. The boy quickly followed leaving no distance between them.