Chapter 1–How did I get here?
Why am I doing this?
Magnus the magnocerous swatted Gondar away as he leapt on his back, as one would swat a fly. By the time Gondar landed and stopped rolling, half his ribs were broken, he'd lost three teeth, and he could barely stay conscious.
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How did I get here?
When the Radiant came looking for the greatest warriors of the realms, I thought they meant The Realm, and I thought they meant warriors. Being the realm's justice, I thought I qualified.
So I got here. Other guys are, what? Archmages. Prophets. Psionic assassins. Magnoceri. Gods. Titans. The fundamentals of the universe.
Me? I run around with a glorified fishhook and a little knife.
I can't run; there's only two ways out: victory or death. Miracle I've lived so long.
Oh well, here they come to finish me off, I suppose. Gondar the bounty hunter, signing off.
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Gondar sat up and regarded his the saviour. An old, white-bearded man he was, with light seeming to come from all of him, not just the radiant staff he carried. He wore a white and yellow robe and rode a pure white mare, and a more magnificent steed Gondar had never seen.
"Hello Keeper.", Gondar said flatly. "I guess you have a lecture to give about not trying to rodeo a magnocerous or something?"
Keeper of the Light responded in his obnoxious tone "No. Look within, you are here for a reason." And without another word, he rode off.
More of his bullshit. You'd think I'd've gotten used to this after he saved me so many times, but why argue with the… the thing which just saved your life?
Anyways, Magnus and his crew are launching a highly offensive offensive on our bottom outpost, and someone needs to point out targets for the big guys.
AN: Alright, first of all, I don't own DotA 2, nor any of the characters therein. This text is mine.
Secondly, In case you haven't noticed already, there were significant changes made in the transition from the hard-mechanical game into a storytelling medium, such as the power differences and the larger scale of the war, so i hope you'll forgive me for a little adaptation.
Thirdly, thanks ever so much to Matt Fraction, David Aja, Javier Pulido and everyone else who worked on Hawkeye: My life as a weapon. It, particularly the opening scene, in many ways inspired this story.