A girl sat cross legged in the middle of a field. Her brown hair flowed in the wind, and her blue dress yanked around her legs. She breathed deeply and sighed, "Why must I go to school?" In a tree nearby, a boy that was slightly older than her spoke up, "Because, you're not smart yet and goin to school will make you smart." The girl grumbled, "But I already am smart, the wind teaches me things that school can't."
The boy jumped down from the tree, he held an apple in his hand. He took a bite and began to speak, bits of apple jumped from his mouth. "The wind is only a force of nature, it can't teach you things." The girl frowned at him as bits of apple floated between them, a small amount of wind kept them aloft. In a huff the bits flew back at the boy, and the girl laughed as a gust of wind knocked him over.
He looked around dumbfounded, not sure why the wind suddenly turned on him. The girl giggled and smiled innocently, the boy saw through it easily. "Do that again sis." She frowned that she'd been found out easily, but nodded and willed the wind to blow the leaves off the trees. Then the wind howled and the leaves blew from the tree as if it were autumn. The boy was awestruck, he turned back to his sister. "Tell me what else the wind has taught you, and I may convince father to not make you go to school." The girl liked the trade and nodded.
The boy, now older, stood across a sparring mat from the girl, also now older. He held a staff made of oak wood and she held a bamboo boken. Between them stood twelve fellow students who all wielded staffs. They whirled them in intricate motions, making an impossible path to the boy. She girl smirked.
As the wind blew her forward she moved like the breeze. She weaved between the staffs spinning, however to her they were not fast, but slow compared to her wind. The boy watched patiently as the girl made smooth progress to him, and also didn't flinch when her speed picked up at the end of the obstacle and her boken was held at his neck. He nodded, "Very good sister." In a blur of motion her boken went flying and the boy held his staff to her chest.
The only problem was the fact that she wasn't there anymore. The boy looked around confused, suddenly he felt his sister's slender arms wrap around his neck and pull him down. She threw him to the ground and halted her punch an inch from his head. "Don't try to trick me brother, the wind never lies."
Her eyes flew open, the fire still cackling. A tall teenage girl sat up from her bed roll. She rubbed her head and stared into the night sky. "Just a dream…" She looked out over the field and sighed, "The institute is only a days journey from here and when I arrive… the whole world will fall apart. The wind foretold it."
She stood up and sighed, the morning sun rose over the horizon. She stomped out the fire and shouldered her pack. The road was only a few dozen feet away, but she reached it slowly, "It may end when I get there… but I'll give my brothers the time they need."
Riven grumbled at Scantor as he left the room, a plan gleaming in his eye. A familiar face left the crowd that was now dissipating, she grumbled as Talon walked up to her. She grunted and crossed her arms, "Old man…" Talon chuckled, "I don't know why you insist calling me that, I'm only thirty. Wolf…" Riven shot him a glare of daggers, "Don't call me Wolf and I won't call you Old man." Talon laughed more audibly, he seemed a bit on edge. Well more than usual. "Never gonna happen Wolf." He glanced around the room, even though it was practically empty, he leaned forward a bit and in a hushed tone said, "We need to talk, meet me…" Just then Swain and Darius entered the room, they looked around.
Talon seemed to curse silently then leaned back as they came closer. "So Riven, we'll discuss battle strategies some time, you need to work on that arm of yours. Don't want to slack off eh? And maybe we'll discuss my battle mistakes." Swain and Darius came up near to them, "Talon… You should be getting ready for the match eh?" Swain's wispy voice made Riven wince. She didn't like the way he could manipulate things with it. Talon nodded and walked away with Darius. Swain cast a glance at Riven, sizing her up, he then swiftly turned away and followed the other Noxians. Riven became noticeably worried, at the end Talon was speaking in an old Crimson Elite code. His real meaning was, "Theres a plan going around, you are involved and in danger, I am a part of it." Basic double agent stuff, but it still made her all the more worried, She ran off to their meeting place, the old watch tower in the courtyard.
Riven climbed over the edge of the tower roof and was met with the relieved sigh of Talon. "Good, you remembered the code, and trusted me enough to come." Riven rolled her eyes, "You're the only person I trust more than my Summoner." Talon smirked slightly, "You're going soft on me Wolf. But thats not the point. Swain and his advisors are planning a coup d'état." Riven was confused, "But I thought Swain was already the High Commander of Noxus." Talon's eye showed a very large amount of worry, "Not on Noxus Riven… on the League."
Then, as if in response to his revelation, an explosion shook the tower. The structure tilted to the side and fell. Riven and Talon jumped off and rolled to the side, away from the debris. The dust jumped up and covered the whole courtyard, leaving Riven and Talon coughing. The dust settled and they rose, searching for the origin. Their eyes locked for a moment then a line of blood spread out from Talon's arm. A moment of fear crossed his eyes then he vanished.
Riven's mind went into panic, Talon had never been snuck up on, and he never used his stealth outside of the arena. A mad chuckle interrupted her thoughts. She looked to where Talon once stood and saw the attacker, Blizz stood there holding a dagger covered in blood. "Damn fool, going stealth after I sliced him. It'll take him hours to bleed out, I could have ended his life quicker." She reacted instantly, her sword arm lifting up, and her blade humming with energy.
Blitz was caught off guard, but he still uttered a quick spell. Riven froze in place mid dash. He gulped slightly and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the dagger hand. "Bit close there Exile, but I'm lucky I'm a mage. Now onto business, Swain has need of you." Riven glared at him, "Go to hell." He laughed, "What an odd thing to say? A man with no religion going to hell, rich, stupid… but rich. I suppose we could have some fun first." The crazed summoner licked his lips
He jumped forward and came close to Riven's face. "Oh my, a battle worn beauty I see… Maybe we should dirty that face a bit." He pressed the dagger into her cheek slightly and cut a thin line across the flesh. Riven grimaced but did not make a sound, she'd experienced worse. Why wasn't anyone coming? An entire tower just fell over from an explosion! The summoner seemed to see the confusion on her face, "Oh don't worry about people coming here. Our group is attacking and capturing key individuals as we speak. We're in a remote area of the League so I expect little resistance."
A labored breath gasped out behind him, "You forgot me you summoner bastard." Then a large blade jutted from Blitz's chest. The blade slide back and he fell to the ground gurgling up blood, then nothing, his body went limp. Talon stood in front of a now free Riven, he held the gash on his arm. Talon smiled weakly, "Nothing but a scar waiting to happen Riv. Let it be." She ignored his protests and removed his hand to examine the wound. The cut was deep, the muscles severed, she could see bone clearly between the blood pooling.
She ripped a bit of her tunic off and tied a tight knot just below the gash to stop blood flow. "Not much else I can do, we need a healer or a medical station." Talon didn't seem to be paying attention, his gaze settled on something behind her. Riven turned and gasped. In front of them hovered her sword, completely reformed, and a green aura surrounding it. Riven studied the blade's integrity, the cracks that normally covered it when she reformed it were gone, the surface was smooth.
A familiar voice shouted into her head, Grab it Riven! The Wind beckons you, we must flee and find the third. She didn't know why it was familiar, she'd never heard the woman's voice in her head before. Riven took a deep breath and grabbed her Rune Blade. It hummed to her touch then went silent. Riven glanced at Talon, he glanced back and shrugged. Riven sighed and clipped the blade to her back sheath. "Lets go." Talon nodded, and they ran towards the main League building.
Scantor and Yasuo ran down the hallway, their minds satisfied, confused, and questioning of the explanation the Elder summoner had given them about the Three Wind Champions. Suddenly, a summoner jumped out at them, she slashed at Yasuo with a sword. He swiftly dodged and cut her in two with a quick flick of his katana. Scantor turned away from the severed body, the blood pooled behind him as they ran. He thought not of who she was, for he knew who that summoner was, but what she was planning to do, which was kill him.
Yasuo seemed to see the strain on his face. "Do not dwell on it Summoner. It will only hurt more." Scantor stopped, "How can you say that? She was a friend before today! How can I not think about her death!" Yasuo looked back at him with a face of sorrow, "There is time to be human later, but in a battle. We cannot be human, then we would die."
Hasagi! Yasuo slashed his blade towards Scantor, the wind curved harmlessly around him. Instead another hostile summoner was blown into the wall with a sickening crunch. Scantor cringed… He shook his head and ran again with Yasuo by his side.
Yasuo felt pity for the Summoner, he too had once hated death. Now that it was a driving factor, things were different. his mind froze as Riven helped a man around the corner ahead of them. Their eyes locked for a moment. Yasuo reacted, Sorye Ge Ton! His body flew forward, the wind blasting at him back, Riven dropped the man and lifted up her Rune blade. As Yasuo came upon her, she shouted something and he froze mid air. She swung upwards, and Yasuo barely deflected it with his thin Katana. The man she dropped roared, "Enough!" Both Riven and Yasuo stopped, a few meters between them. Scantor helped up the purple cloaked man that Yasuo now recognized as Talon. He spoke, "I don't care what conflict you had before this day Ionian, Wolf. But It ends temporarily NOW. My arm will not heal itself and I will not die because you two are acting like Children!"
The exile slowly lowered her sword, and put it back onto her Back. Yasuo regrettably sheathed his sword as well. They all began to move again, this time towards the infirmary. A familiar champion entered their path. Katarina. She stared at them for a moment, her gaze shifting to Talon, sheer shock registered on her face. In an instant she threw her daggers at them. Yasuo shouted, Son! A blast of wind knocked the daggers to the ground. Scantor cast a quick spell, making Riven vanished then reappear in a bright light next to Kat, she released her energy, then hit Kat's head with the hilt of her sword. Talon sighed, "They'll know I'm a traitor once she awakes." Yasuo pulled his Katana free, "She does not have to wake."
Without a moment for Yasuo to react, and with obvious pain from Talon, he raised his own blade to defend the red haired Noxian. "She does not die, not today. Not for believing in her cause." Yasuo was tempted to argue, but he knew he'd be out numbered, "Fine. But tie her up quick." Talon shook his head, "No, it'd take too much time And she'd just cut herself loose anyway." Yasuo growled, "Fine." And they were off again, leaving Kat to lay there.
Scantor cleaned Talon's wounds, and sewed it shut. Then he wrapped the entire cut with a few layers of gauze. He packed more medical supplies in a bag and hung the pack over his shoulder. They all leaned around a table. Talon cleared his throat, "Much better thank you summoner. Swain's plan is to take out any major military leaders from each faction. So Jarvan IV, Garen, Lux, Yi, Shen, Ashe, Sejuani, Caitlyn, Vi, Tristana, and Corki. And various powerful summoners, if they haven't already turned them. Everyone else is either KOS or capture. I was just an assassin for Scantor, but I have defected in favor of you guys. I believe in the League, I do not think it should be overthrown. Scantor, is it possible for you to to message the people I just said, tell them to get out of here and regroup with their factions. Noxus has officially declared war, Valoran has entered the sixth Rune War.
The faces around the table were grim. They understood the implications. Another Rune War could destroy the world. Riven spoke up, "We can't let that happen. We must stop Swain." Talon shook his head, "I fear there are greater forces at work here. Yasuo, Scantor, care to elaborate for me." Riven turned to the two of them, Scantor seemed to look away from her, she made him look at her with their mind link. He sighed, "Alright, let me tell you about the three Wind Heroes… and their sacrifice during the world before the world."
