I apologize for how stinking long this took. I got on a League kick and started playing and I couldn't stop. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, here's the second installment of the We Are Warriors series, the Kindred Arc.

Chapter 1

It wasn't quite yet sundown, the sun still blazed above her even as it cast orange rays across the deepening sky, but Dianne Faye knew that this was when the best hunting was. The sixteen year old girl quietly slipped out of the house with her precious bow in hand. She cast a look back at the silent dwelling before giving a slight smile.

It was good to get out of the house every few days or so and just be out hunting. She wasn't exactly considered the most normal of teenagers…even her mother and older sister thought she was strange. Dianne had an uncanny ability to tell when someone was about to die…more often than not, it came true.

Even with that, Dianne preferred to be alone…well, at least that's how it was after her father had died a couple years ago in an accident. Before he died, Dianne and her father enjoyed hunting together. Her father would set traps and wait for the animal to come to them. Dianne didn't care much for it. She preferred to track down the prey and give it a swift release rather than let it struggle and try and free itself by causing more harm than anything.

Her father teasingly called her his 'Little Lamb' because of that peaceful nature. But make no mistake…if you got her riled…

It just wasn't a good thing and we'll leave it at that.

When Dianne wasn't hunting, though, she was mostly found on her computer…most of the time playing League of Legends with a few of her friends. She wasn't close to anyone, mainly because she didn't enjoy the company of others, but she'd still speak if spoken to and be civil if treated kindly.

Just as Cira found resonance with Leona…Dianne had a champion she had gotten very good with as well.

Kindred, the Eternal Hunters.

Dianne figured that Kindred, while just characters in the game, were actually represented in the 'real' world and not just in Valoran. Kindred decided who died when and where…also how. The all-knowing yet emotionally lacking Lamb provided the swift release with a single silvery arrow…while the all-feeling yet wisdom lacking Wolf provided the slow, violent end of a soul struggling to hold on to those last bright tendrils of life.

The two completed each other and were never without the other. Where Lamb walked, there Wolf prowled and where Wolf stalked, Lamb hunted.

"May the Hunt be good tonight, Dad," Dianne whispered with a faint smile as she continued into the woods.

It was getting late, but Dianne was not turning back. The girl was so close to actually getting something after a month of being away from the Hunt. Dianne knelt down onto the soft, muddy ground, placing her fingers into a depression in the mud. She gave a thoughtful hum as she looked up.

Her quarry had led her on a merry little chase through the woods. Dianne had seen her limping through the brush earlier and decided that if she was that hurt then the deer would be better off in a better place.

The doe was still limping, so that hadn't been something to throw Dianne off her trail. Judging by the slight drag to the prints, the doe was tired and slowing down. She also had just been in the area as the tracks were fresh and not dulled over by the passage of time.

"Alright, girl," Dianne whispered, renewing her grip on her bow as she nocked an arrow to it, "Time to end the Hunt,"

Dianne never used guns…loud noisy things scared off the animals after one shot. Her father tried a gun before…they got a little buck. Nothing else. For the whole day. That wasn't a fun trip…it had rained the whole time and it was freezing and then adding the fact that they only got one deer that day made the whole day worse. Oh…and then there was the part where they slid down into the creek and had a mud fight before coming home and scaring the living daylights out of her sister and mother. That was fun...

She shook her head, smiling as she quietly crept forwards, keeping an eye out for the wounded doe…and then stopped. For there, taking a drink from the creek, was the doe. Dianne quietly picked up a handful of leaves and released them into the air, watching in satisfaction as they blew towards her. She was downwind of the doe…there was no way she'd smell her.

Dianne quietly brought up her bow, pulling the arrow back until its fletching just brushed her cheek bones. She let out a long, calm breath, focusing on her target and releasing…

Right as a wolf's howl rifled through the air. The doe's head jerked away, staring in the direction of the howl and the arrow thudded into the tree bark with a solid thwack! The doe immediately limped off as Dianne growled and grumbled under her breath. It wasn't fair! That was hers!

All thoughts of anger and rage went out of her head…as a low, rumbling snarl rifled through the air. Dianne whirled around, another arrow nocked, right as three very large wolves stalked out of the brush. They looked like they hadn't eaten for a while and to her sinking heart, it looked like they'd just found a meal. Her.

The wolves came closer, snarling as strands of gooey saliva dripped from their open maws. Dianne barely had enough time to raise her bow, much less run, when they pounced. She's be lying if she said she wasn't terrified. The largest, and probably the leader, leapt for her throat. Dianne raised her bow, slipping the weapon between the wolf's teeth as it chomped at the bow's curve, saliva flying everywhere as it snarled and the two smaller wolves ravaged her legs, chest, arms…anywhere they could reach. The lead wolf backed off suddenly, getting ready to charge in and take Dianne by surprise…only for Dianne to give a desperate cry and level the bow so that the arrow was locked on target.

Time seemed to slow, her heart beat in her chest faster than a hummingbird's wings…and she let the arrow fly, hearing it go with a wet thud through the leader's mouth and into his throat. The wolf gave a strangled gurgle before skidding to a dead halt at the girl's ravaged feet. It's two companions froze, staring at the lifeless body of their leader before looking at the wild, scared gaze of the black-haired child before them…from down the shaft of another arrow. The two wolves panicked, scuttling back into the underbrush in hopes of finding something that wouldn't fight back.

Dianne gave a breathless, wild laugh as she shook horribly. She'd lived…some way some how she'd lived through the attack. The adrenaline started to wear off and Dianne took in the situation as she stared dazedly down at her blood-stained form. No…she thought she'd gotten away with minimal injury but it turned out it was very possible she wouldn't make it.

The white strand in her black hair, now stained crimson with her and the wolf's blood, flopped in her face, spattering the copper-scented liquid across it.

"I'm going to die out here…" she thought dimly as the twilight became deeper and darker, "But I guess that's ok. All life is temporary…embracing life means accepting death and I think I lived my life the best I could. I'll get to see Dad again…so I'm ready for your arrow, Lamb,"

And she closed her eyes, waiting.

Unknown and unseen to Dianne, a pale figure wavered into being not too far from her, an ornate silver bow in its hands as it knocked an arrow and aimed at the girl. A dark, violet-black shadow swirled around the pale figure, two pale blue lights flickering in the darkness.

"I want the tender-thing," a gruff, deep male voice rumbled as the shadow swirled around more and more frequently.

"She has not run," a soft, silvery female voice replied, "She's accepted me,"

"Then why haven't you shot her?" the male asked.

The pale figure lowered it's bow, cocking it's head as it saw the girl's labored breaths spew clouds of pale mist into the air.

"This one fascinates me," it replied, "Not here, not yet,"

The figure turned to go as panicked cries and blazes of light shone through the area as a crowd of people barged into the clearing and gently picked up the 'dying' child.

"Soon and very soon, Dianne Faye," Lamb said as she stroked Wolf's head, "You will meet the Kindred…but not in a way you'd expect,"

"Dianne? Can you hear me?" a muffled voice asked as Dianne's eyes fluttered open.

"What…" she croaked, "Where am I? What's going…"

Her mother, Milena Faye, put a hand on her deathly cold daughter's shoulder.

"There was an accident," she told her, "But you're…"

"The Wolves…" Dianne stammered, reaching for something but not finding it.

"Here," her sister, Eva, started, handing her a pair of black glasses and helping her put them on, "Better?"

"Much," Dianne nodded tiredly, "I thought I was dead…"

"You very nearly were," Milena replied, "And…"

"You're still very much so at risk," a male voice replied, making Dianne's head snap towards the speaker.

He was tall, had dark hair, probably in his mid-thirties, early forties, and wore a dark fedora along with a crisp suit and tie.

"My name is Andrew Summers," he introduced himself, "I work for Riot…creators of League of Legends. You're familiar with it, right?"

Dianne nodded, of course she was…it was what she passed the time with when she wasn't hunting.

"Look, you're still at risk for dying," Andrew stated, "You have multiple wounds that the doctors can't fix as well as internal bleeding in multiple areas,"

"So why bother bringing me back here at all?" Dianne asked.

"Because I have a way that'll save you," Andrew explained, "It'll be painful, but worth it in the end. It…it does come with a price though,"

"What in this world doesn't," Dianne deadpanned, making Andrew chuckle.

"It won't cost you or your family a cent," Andrew explained, "But your time…you'll have to answer summons for the rest of your life,"

"For what,"

"To be a Champion for the League. Or rather, let them become part of you," Andrew said simply, making Dianne give a loud laugh.

"You're pulling my leg. Nice way to get a dying girl's hopes up,"

"We've had a success,"

Dianne shut up, staring at the man carefully.

"You…what?"

"Believe me, you're not the first to be Chosen," Andrew told her, "We've had another Chosen and her accident I'd say was worse than yours. Broken spine and her skull was shattered in many different places. She threw a girl out of the way of a speeding car only to get hit and thrown about twenty feet onto a concrete brick pile. She's perfectly healthy now and doing very well,"

"And…who is she?"

"You'll meet her eventually if you decide to take my offer," Andrew told her, "Your mother and sister agree with me. Seems they want you to live just as much as the other girl's family did…I want that too,"

Dianne looked at her family, who looked back at her a little guiltily. They'd thought she was crazy…multiple times and they didn't hide that from her. But, that didn't mean that they didn't love her and wanted her to live at all cost.

"Who," Dianne asked.

"What?"

"Who's chosen me?"

"That would be the Eternal Hunters themselves," Andrew told her, "Kindred took a special interest in you, Lamb especially,"

He gave a soft smile at Dianne's shocked expression.

"I honestly wasn't expecting them to choose someone, I guess that means that there's a chance everyone will at some point in time," he added, "But, that said…will you accept and live on as a Champion of the League to be summoned and fight on the Fields of Justice? Or will you refuse and accept death by Lamb's arrow or Wolf's teeth?"

Dianne's eyes flashed and she gave a determined smile.

"I accept the offer,"

I really hope I did Dianne justice, she's not mine...she belongs to The Kitsune Girl Ahri after I constantly bugged them about it. Don't be afraid to give your champion choice to me! I will so as many of these as I get champions before I decide to work on the big story with all of them. Next up, Dianne will probably get used to having not one but two voices in her head and eventually meet her fellow Chosen.

Champions already taken:

Leona: me

Kindred: The Kitsune Girl Ahri

Gragas: RoboticFreeze

Diana: MMiladinova

Jinx: minifox1

Kayle: sop56

Fiora: Oceanbourne

Pantheon: boyfriend

Viktor: ckies

Shen: HLZB

Tahm Kench: Tourvelix

Wukong: Unbiased Friend

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.