Chapter 1 – Two Days

It was a normal Sunday afternoon no different from any other ordinary day. The sun shone brightly in the sky. Its light reflected off the pale skin of the beautiful fox woman walking through the street. A man followed close behind her. He couldn't have been more than 20 years old, and his eyes were full of lust.

Come on. You have done this many times before. You shouldn't feel any different about it now, the fox woman though to herself. Her nine white tails began to droop behind her. Finally, the two stopped at the wooden door to the local inn. "Well this is where I am staying. Don't be shy and come on in," the woman commanded seductively to the charmed young man. "Oh right away," he stammered excitedly. She led him by the hand and was careful to make sure no one saw them. The inn keeper had left not long ago and would not be back for some time she knew.

They came to her room door. She opened it and walked inside with the young man quickly following behind. She closed the door and quickly locked it while he was not paying attention. They made their way to the bed room. "Lie down and make yourself comfortable," she said in a very seductive-sweet voice as she began to undress herself. The young man began to undress himself as well before lying down on the bed. Before him was a magnificent view of a naked woman. Her skin was pale and perfect, and the light coming through the window reflected off her large, magnificent breasts. He was at a loss for words as she got onto the bed and began to crawl towards him. She kissed him softly on the mouth. He tried to kiss back but was too stunned to do so. She then lowered herself onto his hard member and began to move up and down. The feeling he felt now was unlike anything he had ever experience before. He reached up for her heaving breasts and began to fondle them as she moved faster and faster on him.

After a small bit of time, he felt like he couldn't take any more. He was near ready to climax. The woman sensing this pinned him down. The look on his face suddenly changed from one of pleasure to one of pain and horror. Her fox-like claws began to dig into his arms, and a strange blue aura began to drift out of his chest and into hers. He felt himself dying and began to scream. She dug her claws in harder as the young man panicked and tried to kick her off of him. After a few more seconds of struggling, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and the blue aura faded.

The woman dismounted her prey and went into the bathroom to shower. She dried herself off and changed. When she looked in the mirror, she was shocked to see the young man's screaming face looking back at her.

"Ahhhgh." Ahri suddenly woke up from her nightmare and sat up in her bed inside her room at the Institute of War. I hate having these nightmares. It just reminds me of all the terrible things I've done. The dream she had had been of her last kill before joining the Institute of War. She currently resided there because only bound champions lived with their summoners. No one had been bound to her for a long time. Many summoners either hated her, feared her, or looked at her with lust. Her last summoner was a kind woman, but they did not always get along, and the summoner decided not to renew their pact after the six month period.

Champions and summoners were bound together every six months to fight in the League of Legends for their factions' interests. After the six month period, a summoner can choose to renew the pact for another six months, start a new pact, or return home. Ahri had not been bound for the last 3 ceremonies. The only fighting she got was in practice matches. She didn't miss the action of constant battle much, but she wanted a friend. I've been so alone for so long now. I wonder if anyone will truly want me for me. These thoughts had often troubled her mind the last few months. Sure she had some friends at the institute. There were many unbound champions that would talk to her, but it just wasn't the same. The next ceremony is in two days. I'm sure I'll find someone this time, she thought to herself as she put her head back down on the pillow and cried. Who would ever want me?

"Urg. Alright I'm up," Eylic shouted as he launched a small fire ball from his hand that incinerated the nearby alarm clock and reduced it to ash and a few pieces of metal. His sleep the last six months could be described as mediocre at best. He had been bound to Malzahar his last binding ceremony. While a summoner can choose to refuse a binding and ask for a different champion, he did not see anything wrong at the time. He quickly learned that that was a mistake. If Malzahar was not up all night doing his ritualistic chants, his snoring could keep all of Runeterra awake. Eylic had been living on very little sleep and high amounts of caffeine these last few months in particular.

He got out of bed, showered, and got dressed. Two more days, he thought to himself as he headed to the kitchen. Malzahar was at the kitchen table. Vel'koz was floating next to him. No doubt they were talking about some super-secret void-related stuff. Eylic did have to admit that talking to Vel'koz was always very interesting even though he knew that the floating eyeball would like nothing better than to disintegrate him. As long as he was bound to the League rules, Vel'koz was a very amusing and knowledgeable person to talk to.

Eylic made his morning coffee and set it down on the table. He turned around to wash out the pot. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of purple light. Eylic turned around to see that his coffee had vanished, and a small scorch mark remained on the table. "Hmmm. Caffeine, epigynous berries, an abundant amount of sugar, and a large amount of high fat content cream. Should you not be more concerned for your health Eylic," Vel'koz questioned the young and clearly grumpy summoner. "Vel'koz, was disintegrating my morning coffee absolutely nessesary," Eylic angerly questioned the floating purple eye. Vel'koz laughed and replied, "Clearly I have offended you. I will take my leave now. Thank you for your contribution to my collection of knowledge." With that, he left the house.

Eylic turned back towards the counter to begin making a new cup of coffee. Malzahar got up from the table and walked towards a cabinet containing a box of powdered doughnuts. Who knew a prophet of the void could like his sweets so much. As he sat back down, he spoke to Eylic for the first time that morning. "The binding ceremony is in two days. I imagine that you will not be renewing our pact. I know we have had our differences, but I would like you to know that I did find you to be a very worthy summoner. When the void comes, I will make sure that it devours you last." "Thanks Malzahar… That's nice to hear," was all Eylic could say to reply. "No I will not be renewing our pact, but I will say that you are a very powerful and intelligent champion. I'm just looking forward to getting a good night's sleep. I don't remember the last time I got a full eight hours, and I'm really losing the taste for coffee." Malzahar finished the doughnut he was holding. He placed the box back the cabinet, bowed, and then returned to his room. "AND YOU BETTER PAINT OVER ALL THOSE RUNE SCRIBLINGS ON THE WALLS IN THERE," Eylic yelled after him. The only reply he heard was a slight echo-y chuckle from the void prophet. Sigh. Two more days, he thought to himself again.