The Dull Axe
The air was seemingly unbreathable. The smell of ash and decay ran strong over the once beautiful battlefield. Darius began to lifelessly drag his blade toward his war torn opponent. By all accounts, Riven should be dead. More than just her blade was shattered, and its remnants were the only thing keeping her up. Darius used the pommel of his ax to smash Riven across the head for a fatal blow, but once again death had been cheated. She was able to retreat to the safety of her tower.
Suddenly footsteps became known behind Darius, and he sharply turned to meet his foe. "What went wrong, Darius?" Leona asked. "I've never seen a foe escape your axe." Darius began to see something new in Leona, something he hadn't noticed before. Over the past few days, Darius felt disconnected as if something he never knew he had went missing. With this realization he began to see the world around him begin to turn. He looked at his ally Leona and began to wonder to himself. "Has Leona always fought for Noxus? How long have I known her for? Where did we meet?" These questions originally had found no purchase, and seemed like an insane mans fascinations, but things had changed.
"I don't know Leona, I feel like something has been lost within me, a fighting spirit! A yearning to draw blood!" Darius began to seem panicked, as if the battlefield before him was of no importance and he did not know why he was there. Leona's face began to shift into impossible dimensions, and her voice was in flux. "Don't worry about it myan!" She responded strangely. "To victory!" She then drank a strange potion and drew her sword. She ran ahead with an interesting cantor. She did not run like any soldier he had ever seen. She did not fear death, it's as if it was all a game.
Darius followed behind Leona into the heat of battle. Soon more allies joined them at their flanks. Vi, Heimerdinger, and Sivir followed them into what seemed like an impossible conflagration. Vi then charged into the middle a pack of dangerous foes. She was torn asunder immediately, and the scene drew a cold sweat and nausea from Darius, but no one else seemed to mind. Leona began to yell at Vi even through she was clearly dead.
Darius felt a hand on his shoulder from Sivir. "What's wrong bro?" Sivir asked with a look of confusion. The look was the final blow to Darius fragile psyche. The world began to spin as he felt the void from his soul begin to suck him into a pit of disillusionment and insanity. "W... WwW... ...Wi..?" Darius asked frantically. "I am nothing! I am an empty vessel, with no purpose or feeling! Please, someone end this rotten core within me that begins to turn. Fill me with purpose again, sharpen my ax and my mind." Darius collapsed. His mind began to sing.
"Bring me back."