-Chapter 1: The Winds Of The Past-

Another success on the battlefield; if slaughtering your enemies who happen to be your friends off the battlefield is considered success, not to mention you are forced to work with those that you exiled yourself from. The atmosphere within the Noxian summoning chambers was one of excitement, shared by all of them, but one. Riven tried to leave the summoning chambers quickly, not wanting to spend anymore time then she had to around the Noxian champions. It was only a practice match for new summoners, so nothing was lost on either side politically, though it would have been perceived strangely to any watching the match if they were just looking at the champions on each team, and it may have given people the wrong ideas about alliances. The Noxian team, was Katerina middle lane, Draven as ADC with Morgana as support bottom lane, a (as the summoners call it) meta-breaking jungle, Singed, and Riven top lane. The Ionian team, was Irelia top lane, Udyr jungling, Varus ADC with Soraka supporting bottom lane, and Yasuo middle. The teams were strange, simply because of Riven and Yasuo being on teams from where they originated from, especially when they both left their home countries behind them and in the past.

"You shouldn't of left Noxus Riven, you would have become an even better soldier if you had stayed." Singed said to her as she walked by, continuing to taunt her as he had throughout the entire match. His taunts would haunt her within the next few hours, she knew it, and so did he.

"Cut it out Singed..." Riven muttered as she walked past, ignoring the mad chemist the best as she could.

He smiled wickedly as he spoke, "Oh no, I don't cut, I poison." As he spoke, Riven stiffened ever so slightly and narrowed her eyes slightly, so that it was almost unnoticeable. To one who was looking however, as Singed was, it was easy to see. "Spark a memory?" Singed asked smugly as he walked towards the rest of the Noxian team, laughing.

"...Damn...It's going to be a long day..." Riven muttered as she left the Noxian summoning chambers, and fell into the memory of why she left Noxus in the first place.

Flashback

From a distance, one could see the battle field tucked within a valley. The land that was known as "no man's land" was getting smaller each passing day, and both sides knew that a clash would occur very soon. Of the two forces, Noxian and Ionian, Noxus had smaller number, as the majority of their troops were recovering from an assault the day before. An assault on a temple, one that taught swordsmen, where the Elder was a master of wind techniques. Upon receiving an order to attack at sunrise, and word that they would be getting support early the next morning, the general of the current forces gave the order to ready an assault. The next morning, as the sun came high enough in the sky to light the valley they were in, the Noxian forces charged in, ready to give their lives for their country and home, led by a woman with piercing red eyes, short white hair, wielding a green metaled sword larger then herself with powerful old magik runes running down the blade. As they clashed with the Ionian forces, there were shouts and cheers from the back of the company. The reinforcements had arrived, and the warriors gave out a cheer; they were going to win this battle. The cheer was cut short, when the screams of terror and pain, and the sounds of men choking broke out, and all that could be heard was the evil and sadistic laughter of a mad chemist as he rained down poison on both sides of the battle. Running through the cloud as the poison rained down and burned, the white haired woman covered her mouth with an arm as she ran, not breathing the poison in but being burned by it all the same. As she ran through the valley, a single tear fell from her eyes. Her home, that she had grown up thinking was amazing, that she trained herself to protect, that she clawed her way up the ranks of the military to become a general, had just sent poison raining down on its own troops, not caring about the casualties caused. It was at this moment, as she ran through the poison filled valley, that she realized what her home really was. It. Was. Nothing.

All that could be seen, was the cloud of poison rolling through the valley as the sun rose, painting the rest of the landscape in it orange glow, while it painting the gas the color of blood as it rolled through the valley, killing the majority of the warriors on both side of the conflict that were within the valley, with the 'support' the Noxian's had been expecting were still raining poison into the valley, as a lone surviving soldier escaped out of the cloud, running towards the center of the island known as Ionia.

End Flashback

meanwhile

An absolute domination within your own lane, while the enemy who ruined your life, is one lane away, and you are forbidden to anything about it. Forbidden by one who can seize complete control of you, from within your own mind. Unlike within the Noxian chambers, the Ionian summoning chambers were silent, with an air of unease and distrust. Mostly directed to one, Yasuo, an unforgiven swordsman who was accused of treason and murder. Within the Ionian chambers he was the only one who currently had a disposition of anger. The anger led him into a flashback of his past, of why. Anger towards Riven, the one he accuses for the murder an Ionian elder of a temple that he was supposed to be guarding, and indirectly, his own Brother, Yone.

Flashback

"We know you are the best fighter of the temple. You are to guard the Grand Elder with your life and follow any orders he gives you. Any. Orders. Do you understand?"

The man he was speaking to, was on one knee, with his right hand curled into a fist and held over his heart, and his left hand resting on the pommel of his sword. The position one of the temple would take when promising something, when one would even give their life to keep the promise. The man, Yasuo, nodded, "I understand."

"Then go!" The other shouted as the Noxian troops approached the temple. The one who had been kneeling ran towards the building that the old Grand Elder resided in, and he escorted him to the highest level of the building, and sat ready to keep his promise to guard the elder. While it hurt him to listen to the cries of his comrades, and know that he could help, he didn't move. He knew what disobeying his promise meant. It meant his death.

"I can see how it pains you to not be helping them fight off this threat. It does pain you to hear their cries as they fall, does it not?" The Grand Elder asked, expecting him to answer a certain way.

The man hesitated before speaking. "Yes it does pain me to hear their cries. However.." He got a pained expression on his face as he spoke, "I am to guard you even with my life, if necessary." As he spoke, the man tightened the grip he had on his swords handle. It truly did pain him to not be able to help.

"Then go. We both know that without you fighting the chances of us defending this place are slim. Go help them fight, and that is an order." The Grand Elder said after watching the man's reaction to his previous words.

"With all due respect sir, I made a promise to guard and protect you, I cannot go back on that."

The Grand Elder smiled and chuckled, "You know I tell you to speak normally here. Not to mention, you didn't just make a promise to guard me, along with that you promised to follow my order. Do you understand what I am telling you Yasuo?"

"Thank you, Grand Elder." The man said as he bowed. After raising from his bow, the man ran to the lowest level of the building, and into the courtyard that was slowly filling with more Noxian soldiers.

When he arrived it was clear who was winning, and it wasn't looking good for the members of the temple. Without hesitation, he pulled his blade from it's sheath, and jumped into the fray with a shout of ancient Ionian, summoning the wind techniques that he had mastered. After half an hour of fighting, and cutting through wave after wave of Noxian soldiers, they pulled back and retreated. A victory cry escaped the throats of the Ionians who had protected the temple, but it fell silent after a moment, mourning those who were lost in the battle. The man who had been guarding the Grand Elder sheathed his sword, and walked towards the entrance the Elder's residence, but was stopped before he could take two steps. The man who had given him orders to guard the elder stood before him.

"Why did you do it?" The man simply stated.

"Do wh-"

"SILENCE. You know what. Why did you murder the Grand Elder?" The man shouted as he held up a bloodied piece of fabric from the cloak the Grand Elder had been wearing. The other was speechless, he fell to his knees a moment later, and it dawned on him that the Elder was dead.

"So you accept that you did. You shall die, here and now, traitor." The man drew his sword, and rested it on the shoulder of the one who was kneeling, the sharpened side of the blade on his neck, where a thin line of red appeared from the pressure of the blade. "Any last words?" The man remained silent. The man rose his blade, and started a horizontal slash towards the others neck. Before the blade could reach its mark, the man on his knees drew his sword up, still in it's scabbard, and blocked the slice.

"I. Didn't. Kill. Him." After speaking, the man pushed the blade away, and fled the temple, incapacitating any who tried to stop him by using his still sheathed blade.

The man ran for months, looking for the true killer, but had no leads. His past would catch up to him, and he knew it, and when it did, it had been family that caught up, his younger Brother.

"Why did you run brother? If you truly did it, why wouldn't you take the sentence that would be given?"

"I didn't. I made that clear before." After speaking, the older Brother began to walk away, when the other called out.

"Stop! Do not run again. You know one of us will find you again, and if it is not me, you know they will just kill you on the spot. I challenge you to a duel, you win, you get to go free. I win, you come back and face what has been done." The younger brother shouted as he drew his sword and bowed. The beginning of the duel had commenced. The elder brother could not deny the fight without automatically losing. He turned, returned the bow, and drew his sword. They both knew who was better out of the two of them, and they both knew who would win.

The fight started with a dash towards one another, meeting with clashing blades. The younger could not seem to land a blow, no matter how fast he moved. He slashed once more, and again it was deflected by his brother, who seemed to never return an offensive move.

"This is a duel, you cannot win just be blocking Brother!" he shouted as he slashed once more, aiming for the eyes of his brother, who moved his head back slightly to avoid slash, and the only blow his brother landed appeared, a cut that would scar across his nose and under his eyes. The only attacking move the elder brother did, ended the fight. Once his brother finished his strike, leaving his sword to his left side, unable to be brought back in time to defend. The elder brother sliced from the right shoulder to the left hip, ending the fight before it really had begun. The strike landed, and the younger brother dropped his sword, and fell towards the ground. The elder brother dropped the sword that he had held dear to him his entire life, and the metal clang rang out as he caught his brother before he hit the ground.

"You knew this would happen if you did this Yone... Why?"

The younger brother, Yone, winced as he spoke, "You know why I did Brother. Why did you murder the Grand Elder? Why Yasuo?"

"I didn't do it, I told you all that before. Why do you all accuse me?"

The younger brother spoke once more, as he drew his last shaky breath, "He was killed by a wind technique, who else could it have been?" Yone asked as the light faded from his eyes and he silently passed. The elder drew a shaky breath as the light faded from his brother's eyes, "Why?" He asked to know one, as he held his brother's lifeless body. As saddened as he was, he also now had some hope. His brother had given that to him. He had a lead to find out who had ruined his life.

He buried his brother under a maple tree, and set his brother's sword as the grave marker. He knelt there for hours, giving his last respects, before turning and walking away, never looking back.

End Flashback

He now knew who the user of the wind technique was, Riven, the Exile, and on the promise he had made to himself that day after his brother had died, he would bring the truth forwards. He exited the Ionian summoning chambers, heading towards the dorms assigned to the Champions that had no home, and of all people, who was the one he ran into, heading to the same place.

"Yasuo." The white haired woman said.

"Riven." He growled in return.

End Chapter

(A.N.- this is going to be a full fledged story, but the updates may not be as often as I hope. I will try for one a week, but it is unknown if I can keep up with said schedule, but I sure as hell will try. Side note: chapter also may not all be very long. maybe about 1000 words each if I can. End A.N.)