Hi, thanks for stumbling upon my story, this is my second attempt at writing a fanfiction and I hope you enjoy. I have been doing some updates on other chapters after seeing how cringe they were. I do not own any of the characters within this story besides my own, all rights belong to Riot Games (it is their characters). Well then, let the show begin.

The rain drenched the dense forest, no bird would leave its nest or creature its den. As each drop reached the floor the soft noise would accumulate into a dull roar. The squish of the mud covered boots moved between trees and the cloaked figure pushed aside shrubbery to continue forwards.

The scabbard along his back swayed left and right, he gave it another tug to make sure it wouldn't go anywhere. He pushed back some of the thick brush with his calloused hands, taking a few more steps.

As he stepped towards the clearing, he hoped that what he found was no worse than a little cold and rain.

He peered past the edge of his hood, the young Ionian warrior looked at the falling sky and the swaying of the trees.

Carefully he traded to the middle of the clearing, lifting the sword off of his back and laying it on the ground in front of him. The man took a deep breath and bowed his head. There was an aura of fear coming from him, as he bent downwards his hands were already on the ground, his head came to rest a few inches from the ground and he shut his eyes tightly. He looked as if he was praying.

"Great spirit please, my village does not welcome your presence, and we seek only peace." There was a pause, the warrior still had his head resting on the ground. "I was sent as a warning, please leave here, or they will not hesitate to send more."

There was no response, rain continued falling from the sky. After a moment the warrior carefully raised his head.

In front of him on a small rock ledge was another figure. It was a humanoid, wearing deep red loose clothing. Although in the pouring rain, the red cloth still flowed like a flag on a castle battlements, it didn't look wet at all. It was crouched down on the smooth rock ledge, elbows resting on its knees and hands loose in front of it. The figure was not moving at all, staring blankly at the kneeling warrior in front of it.

The warrior met its eyes but saw nothing but black pools beneath a mask. It was a simple mask, made of wood, oval-shaped to cover the face and two single holes where the eyes would be. There was another hole near the mouth, slightly off center. The mask had been may with a dull grey wood as if it was to represent a skull.

The figure moved, tilting its head 90 degrees to the right without a sound. There was a soft humming in the air and the warrior froze, keeping eye contact. He had been sent with a single mission, to try and force the spirit to leave. The elders had called this thing a great evil, claiming that they could feel all the lives it had taken. Somehow the elders had known this thing was here without even seeing it, the soldier tried not to shiver in the cold.

The sound of rain hitting the ground stopped, an eerie silence reverberated through the forest. The warrior looked around, water droplets were hanging in the air, halfway down the rough bark of trees. The thin lines of water that had been cascading in between the bark and wetting the ground frozen in the air. He focused on a single drop in front of his face, the small reflection of his passive face looking back at him. Time felt like it had stopped, freezing him in that moment.

He took in his surrounding before turning his attention back to the thing in front of him. His jaw tightened as he again looked into its eyes. Now instead of the deep inkwell pools, there was a soft red light, glowing beneath the mask. The first real sign that it was not just some statue.

A voice started mumbling in the air, coming from all around the warrior. He wanted to move closer to the sword in front of him but held his ground.

The whispers seemed to wrap around him as if the forest was talking to him, "Do you believe in fate?" The voice was not menacing but soothing, very quiet but coming from every direction except for the figure on the ledge. The trees were speaking to him, speaking for the thing in front of him. The voice had an echo to it, the question was still hanging in the air. Neither moved, the warrior still afraid to answer.

Eventually, the man spoke, he had fear in his heart but he was able to make sure it did not reach his voice when he replied.

"Yes." He answered steadily. The silence that had come with the stopping of the rain was almost louder than the rain itself.

"Why do you wish me to leave?" The voices came back, this time they were not as soft. As the man clenched his teeth he could feel it, death, he was looking at death. He peeled his eyes away from the figure in front of him and glanced at his still surroundings.

"The elders of my village say you are an evil spirit, that you bring suffering, and are not supposed to be here." He words tumbled over one another, he spoke much faster this time, worried that the p spirit would be angered by his response. The red behind the mask flared before dimming back to its charcoal glow.

"Do you fear death?" The figure on the ledge tilted its head back upright, the question created a lump in the warrior's throat. Both watched each other and neither moved. Without the dull roar, the warrior could hear his heart beating faster.

"No, I do not fear death, but only that mine would mean nothing." He replied in an earnest tone. The figure on the ledge didn't move. There was another pause, stretched by the encasing silence.

"Strange, most run." The voices had quieted, even more, making them barely audible. The warrior bowed his head once again, shutting his eyes.

"Will you leave?" The man asked hesitantly, cautious to not threaten the strange figure before him. There was a long silence. The warrior looked up from the ground to where the figure was. In front of him, was only the ledge, empty.

"Yes." The voice came from behind him, he spun around but saw nothing. Only the trees were there, standing tall and still. All at once the rain started crashing down again, dampening the earth and stopping the silence that had consumed the clearing.

He looked around, the figure had not left a trace. The man was left kneeling in the damp grass and he breathed out a long sigh. He reached for his sword, strapping it to his back before viewing the clearing one last time. Then he left, heading back the way he came. The feeling of eyes watching his steps haunted the back of his mind but he dared not turn around. It would be another long walk home.

High in the branches of a nearby tree, two glowing red eyes followed him as he left. A sly grin formed behind the mask. Now it would not stay, because it had promised not too.

The wind whistled, a branch shook in the breeze, reverting back to its position without the weight settled on it.

Soon the figure was in a different part of the forest now, this time closer to civilization.

"We wait till night to hunt." This time the clear deep voice of a man came directly from the mask. The voices started to mumble around it, whispering and sliding through the air.

"Why." Said the trees.

"Because we made a promise." The mumbling stopped for a moment.

"Why the night?" The voices asked. The figure tilted his head back towards the sky, rain streamed down the sides of the mask like tears. It stretched its arms upwards, reaching for the stars behind the cover of the clouds.

"Because I look for the wicked, and the wicked do not rest."

The wind whistled, the figure was gone.

Soooooooo, I hope you liked it, it was fun to write (and edit). This is the start of much more to come so stay tuned :3. I usually keep the chapters short just because I normally update this story once every two weeks and I do have life to attend to.

Also, you might not have noticed but I did re-edit this chapter.

Thanks for reading!