Greetings!

I have updated this chapter, so I have improved most of it's parts. Though some will still be a bit confusing though. Well, maybe...

Oh, and thanks again Winkleson. I'll take your suggestion, and perhaps... I will only write when I have the time to do so.

I was rushing so I wasn't able to think the stories through.

Anyways, Tell me if there I need to make any improvements about myself, I'll take it as a suggestion. I wouldn't mind.

Anyways, here's the next chapter.

The Institute of War.
9:00 PM, February 1.

The first thing Lekhron noticed were the people rushing off to somewhere, the corridors were being decorated, and there seems to be a different kind of feeling in the air.

Something that Lekhron hasn't felt for a very long time.

He cracked a rare smile as he continued his way.

He felt... Empty.

The summoner sighed, and continued down the corridor. Observing his surroundings while doing so. But he didn't notice the other summoners who were looking at him.

Lekhron didn't notice that he was... Walking very slowly, and an aura of loneliness was around him.

Small bits of his past went into his mind.

He shook this out of his thoughts and walked faster.

'Why would you even love someone?' Lekhron asked himself in his thoughts.

When he found himself in the Institute Square, he paused.

And his past memories invaded his mind, like an unstoppable force, he was unable to take them out of his mind. He screamed.

Lekhron ran, rushing towards his room.

'You're insane!' A familiar voice shouted in his mind.

'It wasn't me!' Another voice shouted.

Lekhron struggled to keep on running whilst holding back his tears.

Reaching his quarters, he slammed the door shut. Taking sharp gasps of air and trying to comprehend what has just happened.

'You're lonely...' An unknown voice whispered in his mind.

He closed his eyes, sliding against the door before finally falling unto the stone, cold floor.

'Weakness...'

Gasping, Lekhron was unable to keep his memories locked forever.

Flashback.

"You're insane!"

Lekhron took a step backwards, his eyes wide as he held unto the bloody knife. He looked down to see a mutilated corpse, the unknown man's arms and legs were either separated or was turned into a bloody pulp.

The culprit looked up, panicking.

"I- I don't know what happened!"

"Liar!"

Lekhron dropped the knife, his body trembling in fear.

His own Father was willing to kill him.

"It wasn't me!"

"I saw it with my own eyes, boy! You can't lie to me!"

"But-"

He was cut off as his Father slashed his sword towards him. Luckily, it only left a tear on his clothing.

Lekhron stumbled back before getting back up and running off.

"Get back here you fucking scum!"

Lekhron didn't look back as he ran.

'How did it happen?' He asked himself.

"I regret treating you as my son!"

Lekhron paused.

Stopping in his tracks, he slowly turned towards the armored man.

"W-What do you mean?"

His 'Father' returned a glare towards him.

"We just found you in the streets, covered in dirty rags and covered in filth. I knew you were up to no good, but thanks to my wife's sympathy, you're here now. Alive. And I regretted not killing you there on the spot." His 'Father' said in disgust.

Lekhron felt his chest tighten, tears flowing freely down his pale cheeks.

"I treated you like my real Father!"

"You killed my son!"

Lekhron fell unto his knees.

Silence.

"Kill me." He said. His tone was final.

...

His 'Father' did not hesitate to bring down his sword.

"Go to Hell you fucking bastard."

Lekhron gasped, Holding unto his chest.

He looked around, eyes darting around as he did so.

Breathing heavily, Lekhron slowly calmed himself down.

With a quiet grunt, he got up. Still trembling as he did so. He was still scanning his surroundings, still panicked and such.

Taking shaky steps. After a few minutes, he finally reached his bedroom.

And so he sat down, looking out of a nearby window.

Even he could not comprehend what had happened that day.

He couldn't remember how he lived.

Turning his head to the left, he stared at an old book resting on the desk near his bed. There were a few tears and scratches on the cover.

Taking the book, he opened it. Only to find out that it was his Journal.

He took a nearby quill and dipped it on ink, and started writing. His hands still shaking while doing so.

'Perhaps it will remain a mystery... Even to myself.'

Freljord, Frostguard.
5:27 AM.

Lissandra yawned, getting up from her bed just like any other day. And Just like any other day, she keeps falling asleep with her Armor.

She sighed.

'This is going to be uneventful just as any other day.'

Either not caring or just going along with it, Lissandra stepped out of her room and headed downstairs. Still a bit sleepy.

"'Morning."

The Ice Witch looked up, facing none other than the Cryo-Maniac.

"'Morning..." Lissandra said sleepily, just like any other day. She didn't get enough sleep. But this was a different morning...

Sitting down, Lissandra watched Cassandra eating some Freljordian Bread while reading a book of sorts.

Lissandra eyed the Cryo-Maniac.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

Cassandra paused, and looked up from her book.

"What do you mean?"

Lissandra sighed impatiently, her fingers drumming on the surface of the table.

"Oh nothing really, except for an upcoming match on the Rift... Hm, Yup. Nothing Important." Lissandra sarcastically stated.

Cassandra literally jumped out of her seat and rushed to her room.

The Ice Witch had to restrain herself from laughing.

'Oh, Typical Cassandra.' She chuckled.

Summoning her Journal, she started writing more plans, ideas and some strategies. Which may help her on either upcoming battles or by conquering Freljord.

"Hm, Yes..." She said quietly, immediately jotting down a few notes.

Lissandra groaned in annoyance as she felt the magics of Summoning.

'Perhaps world domination could wait.'

Shurima Desert.
9:16 AM.

Nasus trudged through the hot sands of the desert, his mind occupied.

Taking a brief glance to the person beside him, he sniffed the air around himself.

"It's refreshing to take a walk around here, is it not?"

Nasus looked down, looking at none other than the Gunslinger, Xeran.

"Indeed, It's good to see my home again..." Xeran said quietly, her voice trailing off at the end of her sentence.

Nasus felt the trouble in her voice, 'Perhaps she has a problem of sorts?' Nasus thought to himself. He quietly thought of something to say, But is unable to do so.

"Is something wrong?" He finally asked.

...

"No, Nothing..."

"There's no point of hiding it, Gunslinger."

Xeran sighed, Nasus was right.

"I've been longing to find out about my past, yet I still have not a single clue about it." Xeran answered, looking down while speaking.

There was a long silence.

Xeran took this time to think. To think of different scenarios of her past.

Was she an important person?

Or perhaps just like any other person out there?

The ideas were endless. Yet Xeran seems to be willing to think of these possibilities without any hesitation or second thoughts about it.

For the Gunslinger, Her past was nothing but a blurry shadow.

The whistling of the desert sounded a bit more louder for a second, but the pair dismissed this and continued their conversation.

"I find it amusing that most champions in the League does not know their own pasts, But do not take this as an offense."

"I understand." Xeran said, smiling slightly underneath her mask.

Walking down a hill of sand, they slowed their pace as they needed to be careful here.

"I wish you the best."

"For what?"

"About your past, I hope you find something about it."

Xeran smiled.

"Thank you, Nasus."

The jackal chuckled.

"Anytime."

After a short silence, Xeran spoke.

"Can I borrow some books from you?"

The Institute of War.
3:33 AM.

"Zynthia!"

Said woman laughed as she ran through the halls, dodging summoners and champions alike. The person giving pursuit did not give up.

"Catch me if you can!"

Ironically, as soon as she turned left, She bumped onto someone.

Which was none other than her chaser.

Thresh.

"Got you..."

Zynthia started backing away.

As she continued to do so, she finally felt a wall behind her. She looked up, knowing there's no hope in escaping.

...Then the Chain Warden tagged her.

"You're it."

Zynthia, stared back.

"You son of a..."

Thresh cackled maniacally before flying off, his lantern feeding on the Pain and Agony the new souls were receiving. Having just stolen the Soul Orb that Zynthia had and transforming it into magical energy. Thresh held out the lantern in front of him as he glided through the air. Using it as a navigator of sorts.

Zynthia smirked and gave chase.

'You're not getting away that easily, Chain Warden.' Zynthia mentally said to herself.

Once more, she ran, dodging summoners and champions alike in her way. A grin under her mask as she ran.

Flashback.

"You know... This is the reason why I hate you."

"Oh, really?"

Zynthia smirked, holding unto an Orb.

"Just give it to me..." Thresh, The Chain Warden spoke.

"Play with me."

"No."

"Oh, C'mon."

"Why do you have to be so childish?"

"And you said you'll be my 'big brother'."

Thresh groaned in slight annoyance.

"Just. Give me. The souls."

"Hmm... No."

"GIVE IT TO ME!"

"You have to catch me first!"

Immediately, Zynthia vanished. Leaving a puff of purple smoke as she did so.

"I fucking hate you."

With that, Thresh gave chase.

"Those souls will be mine!"

His lantern glowed, waiting for incoming souls to feed and torture on.

Sooner or Later, the Chain Warden got into the game. Deciding to have a bit of some childish fun.

It wouldn't hurt anyone right?

For once, Thresh felt a bit embarrassed of himself.

The Institute of War.
Unknown Time.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Creak.

"What do you want?"

Cough."I have an important message for you."

"Oh, really? Well give it to me, and you better not be wasting my time."

...

Thwack. Thud.

"Where the hell is she?!"

"She is supposed to be summoned later today, and you're on the enemy team."

Crack. Crack.

"I'm going to bash her face in."

Alright, I hope you enjoyed.

I got another one up my sleeve, but I'll have to think about it before I post it.

See you on the next chapter!

Oh, and this chapter was updated. Did I say that before?

Review please! Criticism appreciated. Tell me any improvements I need to make.