A/N:

I've been watching the forums for some time now and everyone seems to want a scythe-wielding girl. Here you go.

Dirt? How long has it been since I felt this? It hurts to open my eyes. The sun is too bright. All of this feels so strange. I was in the darkness for so long. Or was I? Did time even pass? I push my fingers through the rocky soil to help myself get my bearings. I finally open my eyes, looking down at the brown and grey beneath me. Where am I? Wait, who am I? I'm wearing some sort of purple and blue robe. In my hand I have a long scythe, purple tendrils running down the length of it, stopping at my hand and wrapping itself around. I can't let go of it. I use the strange weapon to pick myself off the ground and look at my surroundings. Stone everywhere. Just rock and dirt as far as I can see ahead of me. I turn around to see if there is a way out. There's some sort of stone bed, but it looks worn. Had I been sleeping there? Using my scythe as a walking stick, I begin to head forward, hoping that I'll meet someone. Someone like me. Not another one of those monsters I had seen for so long. Even in the pure dark, I could make out some of their features. The tentacles, the teeth, the glowing eyes. I can't even look down at my left hand without thinking about it. "Anyone?" I call out to the nothingness. My voice is faint from exhaustion, but I have hope that someone will hear me. "Please." I try to call out again.

Some rocks slide down the wall of pure stone, and as I look up, I see someone. His strong figure looks familiar, but I'm not sure from where. "Everyone! Come quickly! I've found someone!" He slides down the rocks, using his giant blade to keep himself steady. He approaches me. "Are you alright?"

I can only manage to start crying as I collapse to my knees. It's another person. After all this time, another person.

"Garen, how is she?!" The voice catches my attention and I look up the rocks once more. This time seeing a woman, dressed in blue with a bird of the same color on her arm. I don't know who these people are, but I'm glad they happened by.

"Quinn, I think she may be injured! Get Akali and come back quickly!" the strong-looking man, who I now know is named Garen, calls back to the woman. He offers me a hand and I accept it, pulling me up to his arms. "Easy now. Who are you?"

"I. I'm." I don't know my name. I can't think of it. I try to think of the last name I heard. "Var'rix?" I try to steady myself of my scythe.

"Var'rix. I am Garen Crownguard of Demacia. What were you doing out here?" He introduces himself to me and asks me another question I don't know the answer to.

"I. I woke up here. That's all I know." I am telling the truth, but the look on his face shows that he doesn't believe me.

He utters an "uh huh", sounding like he is going to believe my story for now. As I steady myself against him, I can see how battle-worn he is. Scratches all over his armor, even pieces of it seem to be missing. "Listen, we're going to have someone check you out, then we're headed straight for the Institute of War. They'll figure out what to do with you." The large man looks at my left hand. I feel him study it before he speaks again. "I would ask you to remove your weapon, but that seems impossible."

"Yeah. I guess you're right." An awkward silence follows. I don't know what to say. Luckily, I hear a bird shrieking from above. It's the same eagle that Quinn had on her arm.

"Good job, Val!" I hear the woman's voice again from the top of the cliff-side. This time there is another woman with her, dressed in a white and red nurse's outfit.

"Garen, do you see any injuries?" The second woman, who I assume is Akali, asks the man who is still holding me up.

"Nothing that I can see beyond amnesia and her scythe." Garen lets go of me and heads to the cliff-side, where Akali gracefully skates down to meet him. While they talk quietly, the bird lands on my scythe. It brings its face close to mine, inspecting me. It shrieks, the sound piercing my ears before it snaps its beak at me.

"Valor! I told you not to do that!" Quinn, who must have made her way down the cliff while the bird was staring into my soul, shouts. The blue bird squawks once more at me before flying to Quinn's arm once again. "I'm sorry about that. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Other than the ringing in my ears, no." I answer honestly. "I don't think he likes me."

"Val doesn't like anyone." Quinn chuckles to herself, reassuring me that I'm not a special case of hatred. "I'm Quinn," she lifts up her arm to show the bird, "and this is Valor. He's a Demacian eagle. Trust me, he gets offended if I don't mention that." The bird squawks and the woman in blue takes an offended look on her face. "Valor! We just met her!"

"What did he say about me?" I want to ask how she understands him as well, but right now I don't care.

She turns from the eagle to me. "Trust me when I say it was something very, very nasty." She then turns her attention back to the eagle. "Behave yourself. We don't know anything about her."

"But, we're about to." The woman in the nurse's outfit steps forward, having finished her chat with Garen. "I'm Akali, a league nurse. Let's have a look at your hand."

I turn the scythe sideways to put my hand out to Akali, trying not to seem threatening, while Quinn helps me steady it to keep my hand in the air. As Akali tries to touch my hand, however, the tendrils lash out, whipping at her hand, leaving a red welt. The nurse jerks her hand away. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would do that." As I look up from my hand, Garen has taken a defensive stand, Quinn is glaring at me, and Valor is following Quinn's lead.

Akali continues looking at my hand before nodding to Garen. "Get Kassadin before Malzahar shows up. Quinn, send Valor to keep an eye in the sky for the cult." She looks back into my eyes before giving me some words of comfort. "You'll be okay."

We stand, uncomfortably, for what seems like an eternity. I'm allowed to put my hand back to where it is comfortable, so I use the scythe to lean. Valor calls from above and dive bombs to Quinn. "We have to go. Now." She relays the message, short and sweet. Quinn grabs my right hand, pulling me with her. "This way. Akali, get back to Garen and Kassadin." Akali simply nods and runs off, opposite of us. As we begin to run back to the stony bed where I was spat out by the dark place. What was that place called again? I can't seem to remember even when I'm so close to where I ended my long, or short, journey ended. I can see people dressed in the same robes as me on atop the cliffs. Who were they?

Valor leads us to the very back of place we were in. Alaki said it was the league's quarry, which would explain all the rock and the mining equipment we were at. "Quinn, you should know it's futile to run from a prophet!" The voice echoes from above us. It's strange. Nobody's voice has echoed before this, so why is his voice different. The owner of the voice comes into view. Wearing purple robes as well, with blue splashed into the design. His arms are not covered, but he wears purple gloves. I think he's floating, but that's impossible, right?

"What do you want with her? We Demacians were taking her to the Institute." Quinn remains calm, using her hand to push me behind her. I don't even know what's happening here. Why am I so important to this man that he'd bring what seems to be an army. "We've already got Kassadin on the way."

"That fool? I have seen it through second sight. Why do you think I was waiting at the end of the quarry? I know that Kassadin is on his way, and I also know that he will not make it in time." The man motions for the other people in purple robes to scale down the cliffs. "Give up, Quinn. You would not be saving her. You would be stifling her. Snuffing out her gift instead of embracing it." Gift? What gift? The scythe? Or does this man know who I am? Is that why I can't remember anything?

Valor screeches, bringing me back out of my thoughts. He soars down, diving at the face of one of the cultists. A scream, then a pile of robes on the ground, clutching at their eyes. Quinn pushes me away, slamming her arm against her back, causing the crossbow on it to click onto her arm. Her accuracy is either deadly or poor, since she begins firing bolts into the legs of the small army. I see a flash of dark purple in front of me. It looks so much like that place. Has it come back to claim me? Screaming, I slice the scythe at the tear in reality. It just dissipates. Maybe this weapon closes those gates? Another tear. I slice it again. This time it stays there for a second before closing in on me. It hurts so much. I fall to the ground. I just want Garen to come back. He looks like he could fight off every single one of these people. Not like me. I'm useless. "Get up! Off the ground!" I recognize the cries. They're coming from Quinn.

I roll onto my back to see the people closing in on me. I don't even know where Quinn is. Valor flies again for another dive bomb at one of the cultists. He takes out another one, but its place is just filled again. I want to do something, anything. "Var'rix!" I hear Quinn one more time before I see the leader once again. His eyes are glowing as he levitates to me. "Take a nice nap now. You'll so be with your people." As he speaks, he stretches his hand out and I'm back in the same darkness that I left before, but this time, Quinn is screaming my name in the background.