14 years ago
It is said that great legends always have humble beginnings that's what my master told me while struck a training dummy with a training sword.
"Humble beginnings basically tells us that anyone can be a great hero for Noxus, for Demacia, for Ionia, or maybe, for Valoran." He said as he stroked his long grey beard with his wrinkled yet rough hand. Me and him were both outside, he was sitting on same old porch, not needing a cushion or a chair to sit on, while I was still striking that same old training dummy made out of logs, hay and a wooden bucket on the top to have a make-shift head.
"Always fight with respect for your opponent . Even if his head is a bucket." I chuckled amusingly while he laughed heartily, strong for his age, he was always strong.
I was exhausted after a couple of hours and my results showed, with a battered training dummy and a satisfied master, he pats me on the back and began to spit out more overused quotes
"Hard work always pays off." He said with a smile showing off his yellowish teeth
"And speaking of hard work paying off, how about some dinner?"
I smiled back and nodded, and proceeded to head inside his house for a delicious meal.
Present day.
I breathed sharply, using my hand to flatten and spread the dirt, with my unarmored hand feeling the soft soil, I look up to his tombstone,a stone cross covered in moss, if he would have looked at me now,he would have been proud.
It was my fault of not ever thinking of visiting him, it was completely foolish of me, thinking that a feeble old man can take care of himself in the middle of a forest. When I finally came to visit to see how the Old man was doing, his house was nearly destroyed, he was dead, a large gash across his stomach,he looked long dead. So I did the only thing i could do was to give him a proper burial.
That was two years ago, I'm able to accept his sudden demise but that pang of guilt was like a noose of the neck from now on, I'm only here to clean his tombstone that's my main goal, and maybe rummage his house for any anything involving his name, seriously throughout my life with him, he never told me his name,quite bizarre but then again, Master himself was bizarre.
Despite me cleaning a grave, I never bothered to clean his house, so then I guess I have to do some spring cleaning for the old man, I got rid of all the broken and burnt parts, the only rooms that has remained untouched were his iconic sitting porch and his sleeping quarters, I'm surprised his whole house isn't completely burned, it was made in a Ionia fashion, which is basically flimsy walls made of thing wood and paper yet a roof of stone and small torch can set the whole house ablaze.
What I founded that was looted or partially burned was several paintings of Ionia wisdom crap, a couple of pictures of people who I don't know or probably won't care about but i also found a heavily sealed letter that on the front has the words:
To:Sycalla Wonders
To be honest I got kind of pissed off when Master wrote a letter to this so called Sycalla and not to me, his only student. Nevertheless though, once I was done rummaging through the wreckage I threw away the Ionia paintings but I did kept the pictures , maybe I can see and talk to this Ms. Wonders . When I just about finished, I notice something that was a bit out of the ordinary, it was a piece of armor, it was of Noxus design, it was flat and green and a bit bulky, and strangely I found a round of recently bloodied bandages, someone must have been tending there wound here, well it doesn't matter I need to get going anyway.
I started my way out of the forest, the clouds were starting to disperse and the sun has finally came out, I would have liked a that long time ago to lighten up the mood while I clean Master's tombstone, on the plus side, and means to pass time I decided to look at the pictures, one was an attractive woman with wearing something like a sultry looking bunny suit, I didn't know Master was a horny old man, what a overused trope. One picture was a man dressed in a purple robe, his hood completely masking his identity and the third one being a Picture of me when I was young, real young, seems hard to not notice my wild and unkempt brown bangs, fortunately I managed to solve my hair problem and kept it a clean and short cut.
My Interesting thoughts of hair was suddenly interrupted by a scream of pain, I instantly jumped and without thinking rushed to the source of the voice I ran soon enough I was at the scene, or at least in the bushes where I couldn't really be seen, what I saw was a Woman with white hair who was clenching her side her white blouse being stained with the red. In front of her was six cloaked figures with their swords unsheathed, the swords did not intimidate the woman even with the wound.
"We'll say this one more time Riven, either come with us sparingly or die." On of the more heavily armed cloaked figure said pointing his long sword to the woman.
"I rather die then go with you murderers." She responded as she raised her weapon which is a broken great sword with a green rune markings
This Riven chick got some balls, even when she's outnumbered and injured she's still got some fight in her.
"So be it." The head cloaked figure gave a hand gesture and three of the cloaks charged forward with their blades raised
Maybe I should do something.
With that said in mind I wanted to do something nice and more fear producing than just charging in sword ablaze. I quickly pulled out my bow and arrow first, ready my aim at one of the figures charging and fired.
what came out was a scream of pain from one of the cloaked ones running towards the woman with my arrow sticking out of his neck then he fell to the ground with a loud thud, what came next was all ten people looking towards the direction the arrow went and now its the time to reveal myself.I jumped out the bushes with a loud stomp and unsheathed my axe and shield with crude iron spikes protruding out of the wooden kite shield. I ran in front of the woman with my shield in front of me and my axe raised.
"Looks like I'm the one who going to be your end!" I yelled. I charged forward swinged my axe to one of the cloaked figures who was too shocked to react resulting in a slash to the man's chest, he slowly fell to the floor a pool of blood forming the ground under him. With that three of the figures charged directly at me, I blocked two of the swords but the third one had an open shot on me, he thrusted his sword to my midsection, before he could do that he was stab in the back by Riven. I pushed off the two both of them falling to the ground, i quickly hacked one to a bloody pulp allowing the blood to splatter my armor, and used my weight and pushed down my kite shield on the other impaling him. I grabbed my axe picking it out from the corpse and pulling my shield out from the other. I looked to see the leader still here was trembling in fear.
"So, how about my offer...run now or die..." at first he didn't say anything, then he ran away quickly. I sheathed my axe and shield and pulled out a healing potion from my backpack.
"Here miss." before I could hand her the potion she raised her sword.
"Are you another bounty hunter?" She said with a glare.
"Me? of course not, if I was, why would I help you kill your pursers?" upon hearing this she dispersed her battle stance and took the healing potion and drinked it down quickly. The healing effects were miraculous in a matter of seconds the wound was healed leaving only bloodstains and a scar.
"Thank you." She said.
"But why are you helping me?" She said as she sat down on the soft grass.
"Well, my Master always told me about helping people, you were out numbered and those cloaked guys didn't look so friendly and you did called them murderers." I said as I sat down a few feet across from Riven.
"What's your name stranger?" She asked.
"Frederick."
