The-Warden-Who-Saved

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AN: Hello all, this is my first story, please read, review and enjoy!

Prologue: hollow past

The Shadow Isles, a place that seemed to never graced with sunlight, a land where the very air feels cursed by an unknown cause. The wind Howled, the sea crashed against the shoreline, rain beat down in a steady rhythm while thunder boomed in the distance.

Among the stone ruins that dotted the island a figure stood, listening to his surroundings. He wore a black cloak, frayed at the edges, black boots, metal belt hung around his waist with skulls on his hips, a key ring hung from the belt with keys swinging. The being himself was a black skeleton with bone tendrils hanging around his head in a mock imitation of hair, and covered with an ethereal green fire.

The name of this being was Thresh, the Chain Warden, a revered member of the 'Isles' and a champion of the League of Legends. He stood in the rain with his 'eyes' closed in thought.

"Freak…Boy!"

"Didn't you wonder… it all?"

"It's brother…scar. Great things indeed."

"I'm….-er"

"it does not….on dreams."

"can you not…despite to suffer such a life?"

"…what I've become…?"

"Love…..love"

"Not to…-Kaban?!"

"…dore was driven out by….memory of me!"

"…is free!"

"Warden?"

"….Vilest creatures…"

"..er's Map!"

"I solemnly… no good."

"Twelve… in Askaban!"

"You are truly your father's son"

"WARDEN!"

Thresh was jerked from his thoughts by a feminine voice. Turing, he saw a caramel-skinned woman, wearing the oriental grab of the Ionian nation, with tattoos her skin staring at him with jade eyes.

She spoke: "you wanted by council warden?"

"Karma… that was a month ago, where have you been?!" his echoing voice filled with irritation.

"My services are valued by many; you are not the only one with issues of the soul."

The apparition glared at the woman before sighing and nodding, "Fair enough, thank you for coming anyhow."

The Ionian woman smiled before taking a neutral expression "what could trouble one who the screams of the tortured are like a lullaby to him?"

His response started with a dark chuckle, "the screams I can take, that I can't are voices that seems familiar but not, that's my problem."

"Your past perhaps?"

Thresh spread his arms out, "Must've been a pitiful, unfulfilling past then."

"Be that as it may, who were you?"

"Highly personal, but unfortunately, besides what is common knowledge, is speculation and conjecture, but who knows; I may have been of some importance."

"Very well there are techniques to help you focus and find you answer, I will have it sent to you quarters at the league, practice them every morning and night." With that she turned, and headed off into the mists of the area.

Taking this as an end to the meeting and any other questions he would have, he departed. While walking back to the prison ruins he wondered what else could surprise him now?

"You're a wizard" said one of the vices he had been hearing.

'What?'