Prologue:
A wolf howled in the distance signaling the arrival of night in Valoran. A full moon shines above the land with a sun-like radiance. A crisp, cool night breeze gently blew through a dark shadowed forest, rustling the leaves as it went. Then there was silence as the forest grew still, as if holding its breath in anticipation. A twig snapped as the pounding of footsteps echoed throughout the forest and a hooded man swerved around the trees dodging low hanging branches hastily. He glanced down at the golden medallion in his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before returning his focusing on the ray of moonlight up ahead as it grew ever brighter.
'There! A Clearing! I can signal for help!' he thought to himself. He allowed himself a quick look back relieved to see that his purser seemed to have given up, but he couldn't be sure.
'Better safe than sorry' he thought as he began chanting a short spell. A small dark orb started forming on the tip of his index finger hoping to fire a signal flare when he hit the clearing. The channeling was cut short by a loud crack as a silver arrow struck the man square in the shoulder, piercing through his shoulder blade. With a loud yelp of pain the man fell to the ground and skidded just outside the tree line.
"Please! Spare Me! I beg you! I'll do anything!" he cried eyes darting left and right scanning the forest for signs of the assailant.
"You have already sold your soul for Black magic your only savior is death!" came a woman's voice from within the shadows. The man turned towards the source, but only caught a glimpse of a red glint before a bolt of silver pierced his skull and his body went limp.
"tsk just another rogue Summoner." Vayne spat as she emerged from the shadows to examine the body. Moonlight reflected off of the Night Hunter's signature red glasses, the last thing any of her prey ever sees.
"Hmph, there's only petty work these years."
Vayne blankly stared across the clearing towards the large dark structure to the Far East, The Institute of War. Since its creation, justice and evil alike have been embraced within its walls.
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of living near such vile creatures. She had been at the institute for over a year now, but she still couldn't get used to the presence of black magic being so close. It frustrated her that these creatures were not put down, but instead given a safe haven to further spread their corruption of the evil black magic.
After a moment of silence, Vayne gave a short sigh as she pried the golden medallion out of the dead summoner's hand and began her long trek back to the institute.
'Eventually she will destroy the so called 'League of Legends' and it's High Council of Equity and purge all the evil within, but alas she was still too weak. She must gather a force for her cause.' she nodded. Satisfied with her analysis, she sped up to a light jog and disappeared amongst the shadows of the trees.