Prologue
The air was fresh, and the night was dark, as the moon was hidden behind looming and threatening clouds. Some crows were waiting on the branches of the only tree around. Its trunk was dying, and all the leaves had left its branches. The crows looked up and, with a panic scream, they all flew away in a chaotic whirl of black wings. A bit further in the meadow, a figure moved slowly, swinging a short scythe around. Fiddlesticks reached the tree and leaned against its rotting trunk. He waited for a while, but he had all the time in the world. He finally heard the sound of heavy hooves hammering the earth. A green shape appeared in his field of vision. It was a spectral being with the shape of a centaur, holding a spear in his right hand. The Shadow of War cantered towards the scarecrow and stopped in front of him.
"Greetings, Fiddle," he said "long time no see."
"I'm afraid I have been out of business for a time," the scarecrow replied "but I am now ready to set up what you have been working on for the past years. Are you sure it is going to work? I do not wish to risk it all on a plan which might fail anytime."
Hecarim had a slight laugh before answering "What do you have to lose? The bag you use as a head?". Fiddlesticks glared at him aggressively, but didn't make any comment, patiently waiting for the undead to continue. The idea of teaming with Hecarim did not please the scarecrow, but it was the best way to fulfill his own plans.
"Everything is ready," Hecarim said "I need you to do your part now. You know what you have to do. When you are done, meet me at the Shadow Isles. I will get to you as soon as you arrive there."
"Are you my superior?" Fiddlesticks curtly asked.
"We are partners"
"Then do not command me ever again. After all, you need me as much as I need you."
Hecarim shivered in anger and held it back with difficulty. "I'll wait for you." he retorted with his voice from beyond the grave.
The Harbinger of Doom watched as his ally galloped away at top speed, leaving nothing but death in his tracks. A crow landed on his shoulder. He looked at it before taking it in his hand. The animal did not seem scared at all. Fiddlesticks roared and crushed the bird in his hand before heading towards the Institute of War.
Note: I hope you enjoyed this prologue. It is a bit short, but I do not want to reveal the whole plot.
You might have noticed that English is not my first language, but I try my best not to make mistakes (if you see any, feel free to notice me).
Of course, reviews are more than welcome :)