Chapter 1: Aatrox
Another victory for me. Nothing special about that, I win every single battle. To some I am a hero and a god and to others I am a demon and a monster. No one can defeat me...except the other of my race, the Darkin. I'm known as the Darkin blade, there's also the other four like me. There's Timor, Mortem, Fortis, and Malo. Timor is known as the "Dark Fear", Mortem is known as the "Dark Death", Fortis is known as the "Darkin Shield", and Malo is known as "Dark Chaos." There's one more... but we don't talk about him anymore. Fortis, Timor, and I are the only ones people know about. Malo and Mortem are too dangerous to be let into battle. We're nothing compared to those two. They could wipe out this entire race of humans if they wanted. Anyways, we haven't been in battles together for some time now and we don't plan to any time soon. One of us is good enough. I'm in the league now, so I don't have time to be battling for fun anymore. I miss those days sometimes though...
I had just beaten the last enemy on the opposite army. Easy I thought as I turned back to the side I fought on. We had beaten the enemy team and only lost about 10 of our own. These battles are getting too easy. I sighed. I was bored ever since the league hadn't needed me for some time now. I glanced one last time at the army celebrating over their vicotry before flying off. They would most likely go mad soon anyways... I flew over the fields and scattered with their dead enemies. This is getting boring I sighed. There's no challenge anymore. It's too easy.
Suddenly, a dark figure darted in front of me. I backed up a little as it went by. Something about it seemed familiar. It froze after passing me and slowly turned it's head. I immediately knew who it was...
"Fortis, what are you doing here?"