Chapter 2

Here's the next chapter. I'll just spoil that Malzahar and Kassadin will play a part int he plot later on. Before we start though, I'd like to point out that this is BEFORE Yasuo joined the League of Legends, which puts him at around 20 years of age. Because of future plot though, I'm going to say he's currently 17 years old.

Ice crunched, the wood of Yasuo's sandals pressing into the permafrost of Freljord's ground. Since he had stepped onto the path of becoming a swordsman and wielder of the winds, he has not every put on any other type of footwear. The way the hard but ergonomic fit his soles offered what little comfort of familiarity left available to him in his long, exhausting travels. Right now however, doubts were springing into his head as the cold win bit into his skin. Looking down, Yasuo noted the frost clinging to his toes and sighed. He'd need to swap to something else. Not unless he wanted frostbite.

Trudging along a worn path for hours and hours tended to cause things that didn't help one's awareness, so he couldn't be blamed that he hadn't noticed the gradually changing atmosphere around himself for quite some time; From the slightly amethyst tint in his surroundings to the faint trace smell of charged electricity in the air, until a spark of purple light flickered to life beside him and extinguished himself. Two eyes began to flick left and right, taking on an edge of suspicion as more flickers began to surround the swordsman. A hand began to edge towards the sheath strapped to his side.

As the elders said, when the shadows dance purple and lightning scents the air, beware the demons of the void...

If that didn't alarm him, the sudden roar of rushing air carrying the now unmistakable of ozone certainly changed that.

Yasuo's head snapped up, his hand instinctively unsheathing his sword in the smallest fraction of a second, only to see a wall of darkness with heliotrope lightning dancing within rushing towards him.

The world went dark as if someone had flicked a light switch, leaving behind darkness, and silence so soundless that Yasuo could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Flashes of varying shades purple streaked past him, from below him to far above in instants. It would have seemed like he was falling, if not for the complete disappearance of gravity from his senses.

And all that came before he lost consciousness entirely.

Usually, it's not difficult to notice when your eyes open. In the case of absolute darkness though, that was not the case. As such that Yasuo could only doubt whether his sight still existed. He forced down the panic that had begun to well up inside him, consuming like decay, as he realized just what might have happened.

This had something to do with the void. There was no doubt about it. Classes regarding the otherworldly dimension had been one of the few that he had decided to pay attention to, the gruesome and supposedly terrifying descriptions of monsters lurking within attracting his morbid curiosity.

Years of experience allowed Yasuo to calm his nerves, forcing himself to take an inventory of his resources via touch. His sword was still in hand, thank the gods, and it appeared he still had his small pouch of coins, and the small vial of health potion he brought at the last village's small apothecary.

Now there was the main issue, however. Where on Valoran he was.

You're probably not on Valoran, a small voice in the nitpicking section of Yasuo's mind whispered. it was also one that he ignored.

You are very. CLEARLY, not Kassadin.

"…" It wasn't that Yasuo was calm enough to remain silent, it was the apparent lack of air that silenced any sound that would have left his vocal cord that would have been along the lines of "WHAT WAS THAT!?"- as stupid as that would sound. But that didn't make sense. How was he breathing? How wasn't he dead? And more importantly, what was the voice that he had just heard?

'Heard' wasn't exactly the right word, either. The sound seemed to resonate from the back of his skull, completely lacking in vibrations that should have been easily noticeable in an environment as isolated as this...

Well I must say, that this is a most… Irritating, turn of events. I suppose I'll have to settle wi-

The echoing, haunting voice was cut off with a sudden burst of what sounded like static. The one that replaced was altogether more tense and seemed to be layered with an artificial, rasping tone.

I am sorry, but the balance of power must be preserved.

With that, a blossom of light bloomed in the distance, throbbing.

I will bring you back one day. I leave you that promise.

And that blossom exploded. The world ignited, increasing in brightness until a searing white light was all Yasuo could perceive. He could vaguely feel himself being thrown backwards in an unknown direction.

Yasuo knew he was spinning. The force he experienced had been directed clearly towards his lower half of the body. There was nothing to confirm that, however. Lack of any visual reference whatsoever tended to disorient, so he simply decided to shut his eyes. How a day could take this insane turn of events was beyond him and if he was to die now, well... he'd at least have a chance to apologize to Yone.

Hah, that might have sounded hella cheesy/weird. I had a really clear image in my head but it was kinda hard to put it into words. I don't know. If anyone's confused about what happened please let me know and I'll just tell you next chapter. I think it should be clear enough what I implied to have occurred, though. Anyways, there'll be interaction next chapter. I'm going to give a tiny little spoiler here and say that there will be misunderstandings at first, so I guess look forward to a fight scene?