A/N: Hey guys! I'm back and with a new story! I just love Kindred so much from League of Legends that I HAD to write a story about them. This story is about how they met and how they became who they are. I realize that in game Lamb tells a story to Wolf, and while I was considering doing something along those lines this story might turn to not follow the one that Lamb says, or it might. But this is enough babbling, enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I could never own riot or Kindred, and I never will XD

Chapter 1: How We Met

There was a time long ago where death went unchecked, many beings lived past their designated time of death and others died far too early. There was no one to regulate who died and when. There was no one whose purpose was to track all the deaths or be the bringers of death. And that's where the story begins; Lamb and Wolf lived during this fragile state of the world. We know who they are now, but who were they back then?

~ Lamb P.O.V ~

The first thing I remember is my mother. Standing tall and proud on her hind legs, as all lambs did in this forsaken world. Her white coat shimmered brilliantly in the soft moonlight, a feature of hers that I inherited. Whenever she moved she was always graceful, nothing seemed to spook her. We were in a makeshift shelter on our herd's main land, we traveled a lot as I grew up but we always came back here. My mother was who I looked up to; she was the most important thing to my life. She showed me the world; I started walking around on all fours before I could begin to walk on two. I wanted to be as graceful as my mother, so I tried to walk on my hind legs as soon as I could. Many times did I fall, but Mother was always there and I thought it would be impossible to lose her.

The first place she showed me was the wolves' hunting grounds, rarely did they leave but sometimes they did. She showed me the lines that shouldn't be passed; otherwise the wolves would eat you. I loved to sit by that line and watch the wolves play with each other. The other lambs that were my age now avoided this area as much as possible. And none of them knew how to play any of the really fun games that Mother taught me. I never wanted to be away from her but sometimes I had to. She had to do her job as the leader of the herd. I had been told that my mother took that role when my father died shortly after I was born into this world. He had been defending Mother so she had a safe birth, but he lost his life to a wolf that left its boundary. We never figured out how that wolf had managed to come so deep into our territory but it died with my father.

My father's bow hangs on the wall next to Mother's when she isn't using hers. I love looking at dads bow, it's dark blue almost black coloring makes it look ominous; and that's what I love the most about it. It's not any kind of traditional bow that I've seen before, it was recurve by nature but it's shaped more like the number three with its top and bottom curve slightly flattened to attach the string. Mother's is the same except hers is colored a gold red. Father represented the moon while Mother represented the sun.

My attention turned back to watching the wolves play, I want to play with them. But Mother would be upset with me so I never crossed the border. The wolves always ran around each other in circles, occasionally pouncing on each other and play fighting. They never drew the blood of one another, except one wolf. The other wolves seemed to avoid their packmate that was a bit more brutal than the rest. This wolf drew the most of my attention, and while I felt fear for the other wolves I never felt fear looking at the one that was ostracized by his pack. In the moment I first saw him, I knew there was a bond between us.

I returned home when I heard Mother returning with the other lambs. I eagerly sat at the table to wait for Mother to come in through the door. The sight that greeted me was not the best, Mother had been wounded in battle and I had to help wash all the wounds and bandage them. I made sure to not cause any more injury to Mother; I'd needed to do this a couple times already. Once that was finished we sat back down at the table and ate our dinner of different leaves and herbs that us kids gather while the parents are away. She never told me what happened when they left. I looked up at dad's bow, Mother's had been placed next to it as usual shortly after she came home.

"Why won't you tell me what happens when you leave Mother?" I ask in a soft and sweet voice.

"When you inherit your father's bow, you will find out," she responded in a singsong voice.

"Okay, I've been practicing with my bow!" I said excitedly.

Mother smiled and we talked for a while before it was bedtime. I didn't realize that when Mother told me I would inherit Father's bow, she meant I would inherit both of Father's and hers. My mother is the leader of our herd, while Mother was home she taught me how to be her successor, I was really excited since she was going to retire when I came of age and I'd still be able to talk with her and get her advice. I never wanted Mother to leave the herd. But I also wondered why none of the other herd leaders who retired were no longer with the herd.

That night was the most dreadful night the herd had ever faced; I wished I had talked to Mother more about the wolves before we went to bed. That night, the entire wolf pack crossed the border and attacked us. Mother and I reacted first.

"Grab your Father's bow!" She yelled as she grabbed hers and charged outside.

I quickly grabbed my Father's bow and followed closely behind her. The wolves had already begun slaughtering members of our herd. Mother let loose a volley of arrows hitting three nearby wolves. I felt the bow in my hand radiate a power I had only ever felt small amounts of. I realized then that I didn't grab my quiver, but I had no time to go back and grab it a wolf was charging at me and I could barely follow its shadowy figure.

I placed my hand on the bowstring and pulled back, an arrow made of pure white-light formed in my fingers and notched itself in my bow. I let it fly straight and true and killed the wolf in one hit. I had no time to marvel in my newfound powers, a large portion of the wolf pack was attacking Mother. I moved to help her when a single shadow wolf stepped in front of me. He was large and black with purple glowing eyes like mine. It was the same wolf that I would stare at when I was alone.

"You're Mother is gone," he said sitting in front of me calmly.

"What are you taking about!?" I yelled back, "She's right there." I say using my hand to point at the area where she was.

"Haven't you ever wondered why you never see old herd leaders around?" He lifts his snout and sniffs the air; "They sign a contract with the wolves to keep their herd safe. Your Mother went against that contract. She has doomed your herd to their death."

"My mother would never do something like that…"

"Then tell me Lamb, why do you control the astral arrows of death?"

I looked at my father's bow and the gentle glow in my other hand.

"Kill your mother Lamb, and your herd will be safe."

I notched an arrow aimed, and let it fly. I fell to the ground in a fit of crying, Wolf never left my side, even when the rest of his pack returned to the other side of the border. The astral arrows are a sign that you are destined for something important, but they also mean you must be alone. I never wondered Wolf stayed by my side that night, and he's never left it since.