Author's note: again, I apologize for every english error, my first language is italian .

I hope you enjoy this first chapter, which is more like a prologue, and please, review even to correct me. I will accept all the critics, and I will be happy to receive both positive and negative comments ^^

Will add an image of Xyreos when my gf will finish his draw and his color XD

The night was falling on Demacia, on that cold winter day; while the snow was still covering all the roofs, a young boy walked near to a small fire he had lit.
Born into Demacia's slums, and abandoned by his natural parents in them, Xyreos didn't live a good life until that night. He grew up robbing and stealing to people, drinking polluted water, eating garbage: only at night he could roam in the city, like a shadow in the dark, spying the happy lives of the noble Demacian families, like the Laurents or the Crownguards. He saw their children, happy in their expensive clothes, with their expensive toys, knowing not of him, and of his miserable life.

But that night, he would've hit the jackpot: stealing gold from the Royal Demacian Vault, as a gift to the city which did never show pity to him.

His light green eyes glowed in the dark, while the cold wind brought snow on his dark brown hair; leaping from roof to roof, like he did almost every night, he was approaching his target.

But he slipped on the last roof, the one who covered the Vault, and fell upon one of the guards near the main entrance.
"Oh well, what do we have here?"
The second guard spoke, while the first was getting up with Xyreos' hair in his hands.

"It seems like a thief… and a very young one."

Xyreos didn't even try to speak, and the guards learned it after they tried to ask him his name twenty or twenty-five times.
"Wont speak, huh? Well… the constables are coming. Demacia's world-famous prisons will have a new resident: I hope you enjoy your stay, little rat."
And Xyreos, after fifteen years of homeless wandering and terrible living conditions, finally found a place worth calling 'home'.

"Come on, all in line!"

Four years laters, Xyreos was still imprisoned: he tried to flee almost all the time, being bullied and beated. He reached nineteen years doing all days the same routine: sleeping, eating, being beated, eating again and sleeping. Surely it was better than his previous life, at least here he had some actual food and medical care, but nothing more… until that day. The Crownguard household needed a young and good-looking boy to serve in their mansion for a party, since they were short on servants, and, to respect their good name, of a family which was always merciful, they thought to pick him from the prisons, with hope to reform him.
Garen Crownguard, in his armor, was accompanying his younger sister, Luxanna, while she was examinating every face.
"This one, sister?"
"Ugh, too ugly and old… and look at that scar!"
Garen surely was bored: he was a good man and a perfect soldier, but he had no beauty sense at all, unlike his sister.
"Stop!"
The sharp order from Lux was immediately fulfilled by her brother, who asked:
"This young one? Are you sure, sister? It doesn't seem very manly to me… and look at all that bruises."

"Our doctor will take care of that: he's tall enough, well fit and pretty good looking. He just needs a good medical treatment and a good suit. And, of course, the handcuffs."

And so he was chosen, and brought back, even if only for a night, into the same city he hated, and hated him in response.
Once arrived, after a proper medical care and a beauty treatment, he was standing in front of Lux and Garen: being taller than the girl, but shorter than the soldier, he didn't know where to watch. Too much expensive things, too much fake kindness. Luxanna begin to talk:

"So, prisoner… what's your name?"
No response: Xyreos didn't talk once since he was imprisoned, and he didn't want to start now. But a fearsome look from Garen quickly made him change his mind.
"Xyreos."
The soldier replied:
"Xyreos what?"
The prisoner sighed.

"Xyreos, my mistress."
Garen gave a nod of approval, and he let his sister continue:
"What did you do to get imprisoned, and when it happened?"
"I tried to steal gold from the Royal Vault, four years ago, my mistress."
The examination had only a couple of questions more, then he had to learn how to serve in a proper manner at an high-class party. All the noble families would be there, even the Lightshields, so he had to be instructed on all the right actions to do and on all the wrong actions to never do.
It took a couple hours, and night fell upon Demacia another time, but the party started, and Xyreos was doing all the things he was assigned to. Only Luxanna sometimes called him, to bring drinks or some food, but most of the time he was standing near the door, far from the Demacian royalty and noble society.
"Hey bro."
Xyreos looked near him, but no-one was there.
"I'm in your mind bro. Name's Xeryve."

The feminine voice was still talking, and he, since no-one was needing him, he listened.
"Must be hard, right? Being a prisoner and looking at the life you never had… I can make a deal with ya. I'm a goddess of night, and a pretty powerful one, if I can say it."

Xyreos replied mentally:
"And how come I never heard of you?"
"Because Demacia banished my cult a loooooong time ago. But, ya know, I'm pretty vengeful, and I sense your hate for Demacia… it might even surpass mine. Sooooooo… I'm dying, k? Gods and goddesses needs faith to survive, and I was like, sleeping, when I sensed ya."

"Just a thing… why are you talking like a teenager?"
"Because I AM an eternal teenager! Yay!"

Xyreos was going to facepalm himself, but he resisted.
"So, like I said before… I'm dying. Even if ya start to worship me now, I won't survive but a couple of days. Still, I want my revenge on Demacia, and I know ya wants the same thing. I can give ya my powers, even if it would kill me on spot. So… deal? I give ya my powers, ya carry on our revenge against Demacia. Yeah, ya can't do it like a rebellion or a war… ya have to humiliate them… and I know the perfect place where ya can do it… the League of Legends."

Xyreos made a little smile.
"Deal, my dear Xeryve."
"I knew ya were a good boy, bro."
All the lights in the hall suddenly died, while a powerful dark flame was engulfing Xyreos: his hair turned gray like ash, and his eyes became of a dark shade of blue. His blue eye started glowing, while in his hands appeared two black flame-bladed swords; his clothes were jet black, and he was wearing a pair of tight pants and a tight shirt, all clad by a light armor.
"Huh? Why I'm still here?"

"Xeryve?! Didn't you said you die after giving me your powers?"
"Weeeeeeeeell… let's just say I only heard about it... hehe…"
All the people gathered there were looking at Xyreos, and he said, inspired by Xeryve:
"My name is Xyreos. I'm the last follower of Xeryve, the goddess of night. We'll have our revenge on this city… but not there. We'll meet… on the League."
And he disappeared, with a dark portal, travelling miles and miles, and coming out of it right at the door of the Institute of War.
"So, Xeryve… you ready?"
"What are ya waiting for, idiot! Want them to hunt your ass and sending ya back to prison? Enter and become a damn champion!"

"We're miles away from them, but… you have a point. Let's go."
Xyreos opened the doors of the Institute, and walked in: his adventure was starting right now.