The pain was to much, the numbing feeling coming from his head quickly started to weigh him down as he dragged what little life he had left across the gas ridden fields, once holding a fierce battle between Ionia and Noxus. He coughed up blood as he felt his insides turning to liquid.

"This is insane, to believe that the Noxians would sacrifice there soldiers like that. Its sickening to think monsters like them exist, so willing to kill each other to obtain there goals."

He stumbled of the corpses of both his comrades and his enemies, mortified he quickly lost anything left in his stomach, seeing their faces...some of his best friends, all gone in an instant. He rubbed his face, trying to wipe the toxins out of his eyes and the vomit off his face and push himself past the battlefield as quickly as his body could go. This only added to the painful irritation on his skin and increased the pain in his lungs.

"Dammit...damn these bastards to The Void for what they've done!" He yelled, quickly gasping for air as he realized his anger was doing nothing more than killing him faster. He went on for went felt like hours, endlessly pulling himself across the wastes until he finally saw it: An opening at the end of the field! He could see clear blue skies and luscious forestry in the background, far away from this tragedy.

I made it! I'm so close now! His entire soul jumped for joy and he quickened his stride as best he could without further injuring himself, though it came to only a brisk walk. As he closed in to the edge of the gas cloud he started to push himself into a jog, then a full blown sprint trying his best to ignore his pain. When he finally threw himself out of the toxin gas he crashed straight to the floor, his body

giving out.

Dragging himself away from the cloud, his armor falling to pieces as he struggled to scrap himself of the ground. "C'mon body, the worst...is over. Don t give out now." He kneeled and slouched slightly, resting one of his elbow on the shattered remains of his steel knee guard, now broken and burned after the battle. "Its only a forty mile hike to the closest nearby town...no problem." He sighed and looked up soaking in his surroundings. It seems the much of the damage was contained within the fields, though some trees had taken damage, for the most part the area had remained intact. He had also spotted, far off in the distance what appeared to be people, a small group of six. He strained his eyes to try and get a better look, but only managed to hurt his already burning eyes.

" I can't tell if they are friend or foe, but I have no choice. I have to confront them. I need medical attention and this is my only chance to get some anytime soon, even if it means being captured or taking the risk of being killed..." He shook his head and forced himself to stand. "I really have got to stop talking to myself, maybe its just the gas making me crazy." with that he began to walk towards the group, squeezing in between trees and cursing all the way.

The closer he got to these strangers the more he began to notice the signature black and crimson colored armor that only Noxian troops wear but it was to late for that now, as his rambling and footfall had already caught their attention. Fear immediately began to wash over him but he forced himself to speak up. " H-help me! Please!" What was supposed to come out as a yell instead was heard as a wheezing attempt at it. The armored squadron finally took notice of him, some of them making gestures at each other, one seeming to run off in the opposite direction as the others walked in his direction.

It became crystal clear what was happening when he saw two of them draw crossbows. Hunting party. Gods damnit my luck never ends. As he tried his hardest to take cover behind a nearby tree he felt the first bolt fly by his head, cutting his left ear and hardly skimming his hair. The second bolt hit its mark, planting itself in his right shoulder. Howling in pain it whipped him around and sent him to the floor.

His arm quickly began to lose feeling in his entire arm as it started to numb slowly. Great. More cheap Zaunite Toxins. He heard victorious cries in response to his own, and with that he began to crawl, dragging himself as fast as he could with one arm, the sound of troops gaining on him with increasing vigor. He threw his right arm out to pull himself further, but a blade sent threw his hand stopped any further movement. "AGH, SHI-" A sharp pain flooded through his body as a steel boot was quickly applied to his ribs to silence his screams. "Shut it filth! Your going to be in worse pain after we take you to Singed, he will make sure that Ionian scum like you are treated just the way your supposed to be. As lab rats for his new poisons. Don't worry, me and my squad here are gonna have a little fun with you first." He laughed as he kneels over the hurt Ionian and sheathed the long sword across his back. As the rest of his squad finally caught up with him, two carrying crossbows and the other three carrying long swords and shields.

This is my only option, like hell I'm spending my life as a lab rat. He was eyeing a large stone near his wounded hand roughly the size of a baseball. I'll probably get butchered for this, but I'm fine with dying for what I stand for. "I won't be your plaything Noxians!" As he yelled he grabbed the stone, temporarily forgetting about the pain he spun himself around smashing the stone against his helmet. A small grunt was heard from the now unconscious leader as he fell. He caught the now sleeping Noxian as he leaned up, bracing his now numb shoulder against his body he quickly wrapped his good arm around the back of his neck embracing him as he grabbed the long sword on the mans back,unsheathing it. As the onlooking soldiers drew their weapons as the were clearly caught off guard he flung the blade straight into the chest of one of the panicking crossbowman as he was attempting to fire, turning him sideways as he fell, firing the bolt intended for the Ionian straight into the throat of his sword wielding

comrade.

"Ugh!" was all the man could muster as blood sprayed from his neck as he crashed to the floor, his blood blinding some of the others causing them to reel back giving him the perfect chance to continue his assault. With all his strength he pushed the man off him, rolling him to the side as he dived for the fallen Noxians blade, still coughing and struggling for his last moments. With his adrenaline pumping he dove far, landing on top of the Noxian. Looking up he saw two remaining, one immediately charging him sword drawn, the other man with the crossbow circling to the right around him to a get a clearer shot at the downed Ionian. He rolled swiftly off the corpse, scooping up the blade and swinging blindly to parry the strong downward strike the Noxian was about to give him.

Instead he heard the coughs of the man that attempted to kill him as he coughed up he own blood, as apparently his swing was faster than the overhead downward strike of the enraged soldier, cleaving the mans chest open, the slash going from his midsection all the way across the left side of his throat. As the man stumbled backward the Ionian tried to stand up but fell onto his back as an arrow pierced his stomach. Screaming he hit ground, but not before he glanced to the right, seeing the crossbowman in his peripherals he threw the blade once more, lodging it deep in his chest the man was quick to fall, dropping his crossbow as he hit ground with a hard thud.

The Ionian coughed up his own blood. He knew it was over. Is this really how my story ends?It cant be..I have so much left to do before it ends! He couldnt stand, or hardly as he was losing feeling across his entire body as the Zaunite poisons made their final marks on him. He was beginning to panic as the poisons began to take him when he felt and large gust of wind pass over himself and the now deceased. A voice as rough as gravel ran through his mind, giving an unnerving and disturbing chuckle. "You wish to live?Your actions would prove otherwise." The voice had shocked the Ionian to the point were he couldn't respond, instead he continued to gasp for air. "If your body hasn't given out than neither has your voice. ANSWER ME!" The voice bellowed , snapping him back to the realization that the voice inside his head was not an illusion of death, but very much real.

Yes, I wish to live! As long as Ionia is in danger I will defend it. No matter the cost. There was a long pause before another gust of wind, a much stronger one than the first lifted him roughly to his feet and shoved him forward, more or less dragging him deeper into the forest. The world around him grew dark as the trees grew taller and limb intertwining with each other, blocking out the sun. He faded in and out of consciousness for minutes. Along being kept awake by the rough way his body was pulled through thick brush or vines. After a while he was let go, he mind shook awake as his body was thrown onto hard stone. Looking up his eyes widened at what he saw.

He was in a long forgotten shrine...one his Elders had only spoken about in fairy tales. Vines covered the hard cobblestone tiles, worn away by years of neglect, wrapping around broken statues of wicked idols and broken stone tablets. The area was wide open revealing one of the only spots in this part of the forest were the sunlight touched the ground. In this sunlight was a single, large shrine of a Dragon made of stone curled around a blade, its jade talons gleaming in the sunlight. The stone plate it sat on was flawless, untouched by time. The inscription the Ionian read on the shrine confirmed his suspicions. " It cant be, you are supposed to be a fairy tale told by Elders to scare children. You cant be real..." His hands shook at the very though. "Now you know what beckons you, what is giving you a second chance. What is my name human? Say it."

"You are...Ao Shin, Terror Of The Empty Sky."