I like how in the few months after I wrote the first chapter of this, I tried several times to write a second. I had one with Ahri, one with Shyvana, and one with Irelia, before I gave up and figured that I'd never touch this story again. Then Riot released Kindred, and I figured it would be cool to see how those two interacted with Varus. So a few ideas ran through my mind, and one took hold. It wasn't long before I figured that the idea I had would fit better with Kalista rather than Kindred, and with a few minor adjustments, this happened. I'm not too happy with how short it is, and if I ever get a case of inspiration on it I'll probably end up either rewriting the whole thing or just touching up and adding details. But until then, ah well. I just hope it isn't complete crap.
With that out of the way, Enjoy the story.
2. The Spear of Vengeance
It was approaching midnight on this calm Ionian spring night when Varus came upon the large tree that was sitting alone atop a small hilltop. He gave the tree a quick once-over, before deciding that this tree was a good one. He braced himself, and with one quick leap, landed upon the topmost branch that he was confidant would support his weight. Laying back on the branch, he allowed the magic that he nearly constantly kept disguising him to dissipate, revealing the purpling skin on his upper half and the dark corruption on his lower half. He gazed up at the light of the half-moon falling down upon him through the leaves above, and sighed wistfully to himself. Before he could relax too much, however, an eerie presence made itself known to him.
He knew this presence as not one, but a collection of spirits. They took the form of a human woman with unearthly blue skin, wearing an ancient armor with ethereal spears protruding from their back. From their head splayed midnight blue hair, so dark that to most people it appeared black. Over this the spirits wore a helm that framed the form's face, minus the underside, and formed a funnel slightly behind the forehead on the top, allowing for more of their hair to be funneled upwards.
Varus was pretending that he wasn't aware of the spirits' presence, and they were pretending that they didn't know that he was aware of their presence. Varus found this to be very annoying, as he didn't want to be the one to break the silence, yet he also wanted the spirits to begone sooner rather than later. He allowed the stalemate to persist for another few moments, before his desire for the spirits to leave overwhelmed his unwillingness to speak.
"Haven't I told you enough, Kalista, that I will not take your oath?" The form smiled. "Haven't you heard the tales that speak of our persistence, Varus?" Varus slid back against the tree's trunk so that he could face the spirits sitting up. He took note that the spirits were standing on one leg at the very tip of the branch, far beyond the point where the branch would have broken if their form had had a reasonable weight for it's size. "Of course I have heard the tales. In the tales, however, The Spear of Vengeance is usually persisting against their target, not one whom they might wish to have reason to call upon them." "Is persistence not something that may take many forms?" Varus took note as the spirits switched which leg they were standing upon.
"That is a whole other discussion in and of itself. If you have only come to me on this night to pester me with your request for me to take your oath, then begone, for I have already answered your request." Varus knew that the spirits would not leave, however, until the morning dawn forced them to, as was the case with every previous time the spirits had come to offer him their bond. "You know that we are as much stubborn as we are persistent, Varus. We can and will remain here until the dawn's first light, as you well know." Varus was preparing himself for another sleepless night spent having a staring contest with the spirits, when the form suddenly stiffened.
"You are granted reprieve from us for this night, Varus, for we are being called upon elsewhere. Know, however that we will continue to return to you, until you accept our pact." With that the form of the spirits slowly faded from view, until Varus was left alone once more upon his branch in the tree. He did not move, nor did he take his eyes from the spot that the spirits' form had been for a good long while. Once he was satisfied that the spirits had actually departed, he allowed himself to slide into a position where he was lying down again. His thoughts were on the spirits' offer. As much help as they would be taking out the Noxian invaders, Varus would not accept them. He knew that his vengeance was something that he must take with his bow, not with their spear. After reaffirming this to himself, Varus allowed his eyes to shut. As he drifted off to sleep in the branches of the tree, Varus told himself once more that, no matter how persistent they turned out to be, he would not take the Spear of Vengeance's pact.