Chapter 10
The earth realm, the realm which invaded Runeterra a long time ago; enslaving and using the champions for war. Not all humans however, it was only a select few among the humans who called themselves summoners. Their organization found a gateway into Runeterra and with the use of ancient Runeterran technology they created the Intitule of War. The summoners orb was the weapon they used to enslave the minds of champions. After the great war, they were executed on King Jarvan's orders, their children spared; but became inhabitants of Runeterra never to learn the truth of their origin. This day is a day at the human world, the second cycle of the red moon. It is a night where the gateway to Runeterra is floating between realms. It remains open for several days, but the location is now known to many.
John Lockhart was still shocked about the event he witnessed in the apartment, but didn't bother overthinking it. It was probably just some creepy old guy being bored, that was what he believed. Walking outside, the street was as busy as ever; it was night. The cars honked and the people screamed, it was a vile and disgusting town to say the least. John made his way to the local bar, he was familiar with the owner here. Although he had a tab open, which was due pay; John always visited the place with false promises of soon payment. John entered the building which had a broken sign saying 'The Irish Tavern'. Inside not many people were being noisy, it seemed rather quiet for a Friday night. John made his way to the bar, where he was greeted by Macon the owner of the Tavern.
"Well Well, Look here. John Lockhart, did you finally come to pay the bill." Macon said. John ignored his statement and took out a few coins from his pocket. His face still sweaty from walking that long distant he laid the money on the counter. "A pint Macon" John said. Macon looked frustrated, but took out a glass from the cabinet anyway. Pouring it full with brown ale, his hand reached for a lat. Clearing the foam at the top of the mug, he placed it near John. Taking the coins he placed on the counter, Macon went along to sit on his chair at the end of the counter far away from John. John took a sip, it felt refreshing. Thirty minutes passed, but it still wasn't crowded. In fact more people seemed to leave. John was the only one left in the Tavern.
Something was happening, John was feeling dizzy. His head beginning to feel lightheaded, and this wasn't the ordinary drunk effect. John tried standing up, but was met with a unnatural numbness in his legs. His body feeling weaker than usual, he could barely stand "Ma-Macon. What is happening" John said. His eye's too heavy to keep open, he fell on the ground. Macon came to stand next to him, lifting John over his shoulder "I'm sorry lad, they paid me a great amount to get you wasted" Macon said. "Nothing personal, but your tab isn't going to pay itself. Consider it paid now." He added. Dragging John to a room behind the Tavern, Macon went back to the front to close the door. Two men came out of the dark corner, they were barely visible; but have been there for quite some time. One of them went to Macon and handed him a bag filled with gold coins "Now get out" One of the men said. Macon took the bag and shook it, it sounded filled beyond believe. Macon took his leave, and closed the door behind him.
The two men now went to the back, where John was still completely wasted. He could barely talk anymore; but saw the two men entering. He knew Macon betrayed him. His conscience being slowly drained, he soon fainted and left at the mercy of these men. Not long after he started regaining his conscience minute by minute. His leg, high in the air he was being dragged along to some basement beneath the Tavern. John slowly gained his sight in this darkness, and adjusted quickly; seeing the two hooded men dragging him along the floor. John still felt weak and dizzy, hovering between his conscience and nearly fainting.
A few moments later, John started gathering his strength. This time he was strapped to a chair, a gag was blocking his mouth; preventing him from speaking. The men were at a alter, it seemed weird; but strangely familiar to John. "Are preparations set?" One of the men said. The other men nodded, but remained silent. Behind them a door opened, a third men approached and went to stand beside the alter. "You both have done well" The third man said. In an instant he stabbed one of the man with a huge blade hidden under his cloak. The other was scared, trying to run away. The third man vanished from where he stood, leaving a purple cloud of high tech dust behind. He appeared behind the scared man stabbing him right through the chest. With both dead, he now approached the Alter himself. John knew this man, it was the same man who he encountered at the apartment.
John froze, his fear rising through the roof. "Do not fear little dove, your time has not yet come." The man said. John was sort of relieved in the moment, hearing he wouldn't get murdered like the other two. "Don't worry, I will not murder you like those two" The man said. John was shocked, that was his exact that a moment ago. How did he know what John was thinking. The man turned around and came closer to John. He had some kind of needle in his hand "Your questions will be answered in time, but first you will sleep" The man said while shoving the needle in John's neck. John couldn't last a few seconds before his eye's slowly closed and his conscience drifted away.