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Chapter 43

The fighting had lasted for another hour before it was finally over. Garen Crownguard lead his forces to victory and Prince Jarven IV proudly decreed that those responsible for this attack would meet the end of his spear. This decree was followed by a worried faction that had supported Naruto during his time in Ionia, as Jarven's declaration expanded to even Naruto. As a result, Ionia had taken itself out of Demacia's alliance and began to show signs of resentment towards them for their actions.

Jarven's decree and stance didn't stop with just Naruto or Relivash and his forces, but it went directly to the Council of Equity and the Institute of War, and for good reason.

The Institute and made itself very clear that should a magic war happen again, they would intervene. And while this magical attack was small in comparison to the last Rune War, it was a still a heavy magical attack. Thousands of lives were lost to the burning power of Naruto and Relivash's magical might. He brought down Noxus, a City-State that had stood as an opposing force for years to Demacia, and he did it with one man, Naruto. And as proof of their failure, he brought along the evidence of Naruto's inner demon, Kyuubi no Kitsune, the being of immense power from his home world.

To say the public was pleased with his stance on the entire thing would have been an understatement. They were thrilled to know that he was combating a demon that not only took out their greatest rivals for power, but had also been beaten by Garen's forces.

But the Council of Equity had two prices to pay for their transgressions here. As the two surviving members had reasoned, they hadn't known that Relivash had been making moves like this. The very fact that this was even happening behind their backs was as great a shock as it was that Naruto had held a demon of this much power or that he had been turned loose upon their world to do as he saw fit. The world's response was a resounding answer for blood.

Their other transgression was that they hadn't sent any forces to aid them in their time of need.

As direct leaders of the Institute of War, they had failed not only in seeing and stopping a threat before it could blossom into what he had, but they had also allowed the true culprit, to go unpunished in his acts of destruction across their world.

Mere days after the events had transpired, Prince Jarven, Garen, and Katarina, ransacked the Council of Equity and all their documents on Naruto's jobs. Assassination missions were crossed out, yes, but his jobs had always been strange. Naruto had conducted missions all of their world and to make things worse, most of his mission shad been two-fold right in front of everyone, and no one had seen it.

Relivash had played his cards well, but they had ultimately failed him. His winning hand was Naruto and that had ended in a bust. With his death, the world got some peace in knowing that the brains behind the destruction was dead, leaving only the brute. Naruto Uzumaki was now a wanted man and if anyone was caught harboring him, they would suffer the death penalty.

This decree and its following actions had started several months ago. With Ionia boarded off from the rest of the world, they had taken to preparing their forces for the oncoming attack. While they were left unscathed by the battle, they were still in disarray from the war with Noxus.

It wasn't much of a concern for them at start. The island nations had been fortunate with their stance as Demacia had already gotten enough backing to stand against them under the guise that they were hiding terrorists and the rest of Relivash's forces. A strong storm had kicked up mere days after the battle and made passage to their land impossible. This would only last so long and once it passed Demacia would be on their doorstep knocking.

Despite the severity of this, those that had fought and lived now waited for their next bout with their enemy.

The world sat on the edge of their seats as they awaited the rest of the world's response to the decree of the crown prince. With the Institute of Eat now in question, the League champions turned back to their City-States for guidance. Some returned home, finding nothing of value in fighting for a cause not their own while a great many more railed behind the banner of Demacia and their march on the "evil" that had been allowed to roam free. It wasn't hard for them to recruit them with all the injustice that the Council had allowed in the "deplorable" acts allowed by Naruto.

Needless to say, Demacia now had over two thirds of the League Champions at their disposal to Derek vengeance against Naruto.

But just as quickly as Demacia's military had grown, it had lost valuable soldiers to out right abandonment. Seemingly overnight they lost Lux, Vayne, and a detachment or sorceress and wizards. This was not a huge blow to them, but it was enough to keep an immediate deployment to Ionia out of sight till the storm passed.

While all of this was happening, and shaking the world to it's very core, Ashe gave little thought to the entire thing. The day the world collapsed and fell into the hands of Demacia she had done what she had never wanted to do: She struck hard against the splintered tribes of her people and brought them down. Kohaku had not been wrong on anything. Her return had nearly ended in her death.

With Kohaku at her back and the First Born Warden at her side, the slaughtered her people that had fallen victim to the Dreamer's power. It had been quick and very painful, not just to her, but to her people as well. With their destruction, Kohaku assured her that the Dreamer could no longer control her people and was now out at least one move. This was their win and they were now forced to wait on his next move. Whatever that move was, Ashe was almost certain that it would cost them greatly.

(-)

"It always comes down to this."

If Saito was being honest with himself, which he never truly was, this was a waste of time. His power alone was enough. The Dreamer needed no more power at his side other than his. What possible future could he see that he would require the dead to serve him in his stead? Hadn't he proved his might time and again on the battlefield?

Sophia was bad enough, but she had her uses, both on and off the battlefield. This was one of those few times in which her powers were truly useful. Her gift was nothing more than a simple spell that any child from their time could learn. Back when he was created, slicing a stone in half was required by all who served the Twilight. From there, whatever you could accomplish made you special. It made you stand out. It made you strong and desirable, but it also made you weak. Knowing your weakness made you stronger, but that strength always created another weakness. Sophia never went beyond her two signature abilities and her creative mind because she wanted no more weakness, which in turn, made her weaker.

Still, this was what made her truly special.

The two stood before a mass of graves, all of them freshly buried. Each stone had only a name carved into it to show proof of that person being there. With so much destruction done, tending to graves right now was the last thing on their mind when war was upon them. And this person would so want to fight back again. It wasn't her nature when she was alive, but it was her nature now.

Sophia put her hand on the soil and began chanting. It only took a moment of her time before a scream sounded from the soil. A hand burst forth from the earth and flesh began to cover the bone that reformed when it had been removed. A moment later, a second hand followed and then a head. Before long the entire body was surfaced and gasping for air. She marveled at her flesh and looked around for something, as if waiting the return of another.

"Welcome back, Quinn, Eye of Storms." Sophia placed a hand on her chest, alarming the woman. She screamed as a dark light that could not be engulfed her body. "Resurrected and you still think of him. How cliché of you. I give you life, and you wish to return to a man that would kill you on the spot. I love that about you. Always have. Always will." The darkened light faded from her form. She now had her clothes back on and her weapon in hand. Quinn stared at it with ghostly white eyes that held no trace of warmth or life. "We have a lot to do and not much time to do it in. So let's start by finding the Will of Creation next. He'll buy as much time as we need."

"I still say this is pointless." Saito told her. He glanced at Quinn as she stopped marveling at her weapon and stared ahead to the castle behind them. He touched her forehead and took joy in hearing her plea for death again. "Take comfort in knowing that your lover will join you soon. We should take the Hollow King before the Will of Creation or the Hand of Judgment."

"Are you doubting the Dreamer?"

"A stupid question." He turned and left. His duty was done. She had her protector now. Quinn would not allow her to die. It was now her nature to defend Sophia and the Dreamer at all costs. A broken woman and a broken Prince fighting for a justice they didn't believe or want to have anything to do with. Now that was cliché.

(-)

Karma looked outside her window and felt a ping of fear as she did. The storm had begun to slowly let up. But just as quickly as the fear came, it passed, and the storm grew more violent, almost as if it were lashing out at something unseen. Karma knew of many magics and powers in this world, but to make a storm that lasted for several months? Now that was impossible, even for the almighty Naruto.

"How long do you think you're going to stare out the window for?"

Karma didn't dare take her eyes off the storm, for fear that it would let up if she did. She didn't need to look at the speaker anyways. She knew who it was. She'd known since she got the news of Demacia's decree and again when their fleet began to mobilize. As soon as the storm passed, even for a moment, they would be on their beaches, weapons in hand, and leading a charge against them. They had an unknown amount of time to come up with a solution to prove their innocents and to stop the Demacian warpath that they were on. If you didn't follow them, you were cut away.

Zaun had already suffered from their cruelty.

"When Naruto returns, I'll stop looking out the window, Riven."

The former Noxian soldier had taken to defending Karma, under the orders of Irelia. Karma didn't even put up a fight against her now personal attendant/guard. She'd admit that having her around was like having Naruto and Ahri around when they were kids. She was lost half the time and asking questions about inner peace and atonement. While they weren't normal question Naruto or Ahri had asked, the frequency of her questions mirrored them to a great degree, and it gave her some relief in being a mother figure again, even if it was for a woman nearly in her thirties.

Shortly after the battle was over the dead were picked up, King Jarven made a move to kill Naruto. Naruto had avoided the attack and then simply disappeared. Karma had been uncertain of where he had gone and hade made the wrong assumption in assuming he'd returned to Ionia, as it was the only place he could ever return to. She was wrong. Dead wrong, in fact. Naruto had straight up disappeared from the world. Rengar had reported a chance sighting of him to her once, saying that it was a small favor he felt he owed her for the prizes he got after defending Ionia from Noxus. His trophies were many and his home was small. His reward was a larger house to expand his trophy room and free pass to their lands for hunting.

With the storm present, Rengar had seemingly disappeared into the night and to her knowledge, never made it back to the forests that he called home.

News was scarce and what little they did get was generally old information that they received from news crews on the television from Piltover officials. With them aiding Demacia, they had made one small problem at start in broadcasting their fleet count and army status over their broadcast. This gave Ionia some idea of what sort of trouble they were in. With Champions that controlled the sky at their aid, it made fighting them even more terrifying. But what they didn't report at the time had suddenly come to light in a truly horrifying fashion in the form of Lux's betrayal.

With no news on the military status to cover and their resolve to have Naruto captured and killed for his crimes, they had turned to the small uprisings that had surfaced in Freljord and all other places. Champions of every size had gone to put them done. Ashe had destroyed her own people and disappeared shortly afterwards. Piltover was a ghost of a city now with all of its people having left to join the marching forces of Demacia while surviving soldiers and scientist of Zaun took shelter from the small armed troops that were deployed to finish them off. No place was safe. Not even the Shadow Isles were safe anymore.

One day the island had been standing and then the next it was a smoking ruin of fire and destruction. Something had hit them. Hard. Knocked them down and killed all that it could. Only Thresh had survived by the words of someone he didn't know. One moment he was standing fighting an unseen enemy and then the next he was thrust into Ionia. His story was bizarre, but Soraka claimed that it was a truth and that his presence meant a greater power was now moving amongst the chaos. Whatever pulled Thresh was doing this deliberately and that was enough of a reason to allow the Chain Warden to stay on their island.

Riven let out a long-winded sigh of frustration as she collapsed on the couch to stare at the back of Karma's head in annoyance. It annoyed her that she was here. A part of her wanted to curl up and just cry all her problems away like a little child would. She didn't understand what was happening. No one did. A storm like this, Thresh appearing, Demacia actually picking a fight with the entire world backing them? That didn't happen in real life. No one amassed that much power and support in one night. How did they do it?

Leaning against the cushions, she ran a hand through her hair and wondered if she should get it cut soon. If a battle started up tomorrow, she'd want it cut before she went marching to the frontline. She'd probably end up doing it herself as she made the march, too. If the fighting was bad and it was raining, she didn't need her hair in her eyes, even if she used a clip to hold it in place. Those flimsy items never did their job right, or at least Noxus couldn't produce ones that actually worked properly on her paygrade at the time.

This whole thing just stunk and the former captain side of her really hated not having information. Even the inner child she accepted as being a part of her hated it. There was something wrong and she wasn't being told about it. She could take being betrayed by Noxus like how she was. Why would they tell her that they were going to send her out to die with her men while they bombarded them chemical weapons? She'd just divert her forces to get them out of the line of fire to keep them safe and then attack. Them not telling her did her some justice though. She was here in Ionia, alive, a now former Champion to the League of Legends, and unhappily watching the most spiritually gifted person wallow in self-pity and fear.

She loved this place and all the choices leading up to it.

"Do you really think he's just going to show up in front of the window, in front of you, and then the storm will pass or something?"

Her words carried too much barb to them, and she hadn't meant to, but Karma didn't seem mind or even be listening to her. Go figure. Ionia needed a leader and right now, Karma wasn't it. They were turning to Irelia and to a lesser extent, Syndra.

Syndra had taken command beside Irelia and got their forces ready for combat. She spoke of danger and a man coming to take them. Her words of warning were ignored and viewed as the ranting of a woman lost to the sorrow of being a fatherless parent. She was pregnant, confirmed by Soraka, and while not very far along just yet, people got wind of her pregnancy and made claims that her warning was nothing but smoke. Irelia and Ahri defended her as best they could, but she accepted their criticism, and not because she was trying to play nice, but because whatever vision she saw was real to her and that was all that mattered now.

They had other problems to figure out right now aside from what Demacia was doing, a storm, and Naruto's disappearance. Not a single day of being back in Ionia had the Kinkou came to them with a rather large problem, one that might have been bigger than Demacia at the time. The Order of Shadow had vanished, leaving their banners, weapons, and most importantly, their forbidden scrolls behind.

Shen had never been so fearful in his life. Zed was their leader and while their two factions might have been at odds, but the idea that their leader being dead would cause them to drop everything that made them a terrifying group to contend with was even more frightening.

For days Shen had traveled with Kennen to find out what had happened, but returned with no information and with a guarded secret they would tell no one. Whatever they learned seemed to change them and no one had the strength or desire to press them for information.

"I think he'll show up soon," Karma replied after a long moment of silence. "Naruto has never been one to backdown from a fight and he sure isn't going to back away from this one."

Riven said nothing on that. She didn't know him that well, and their one and only fight on the battlefield hadn't taught her enough to know how he was.

As the storm grew strength, Riven moved beside the window and peered out, she saw the faint whispers of light breaking through the clouds. Part of her wished that the sun would break through and put an end to this terrible storm that had brought nothing but fear and misery to so much of this proud land.

Death may be the fate of all warriors, but our fate isn't written in stone. Riven moved back to the couch and contemplated their next move.

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Prince Jarven didn't know where he was the very moment he woke up. An unfamiliar presence lingered in the back of his mind and as he jumped out of bed and tore the sheets away while in doing so. His mind screamed in protest the small body that had been laid out beside him.

It was Quinn.

He for his weapon, ready to kill the imposter when his weapon scurried out of his reach like a thing possessed.

Jarven swore as his weapon disappeared into the shadows of his room and he faced a hard fact that killing her would now be more difficult than he wanted. Nevertheless, he grabbed her throat with both hands, ready to throttle her when she turned to him, her eyes full of life and love as she sat up and held the thin sheet up just enough to cover her nudity. He stopped and broke as her smile turned to a frown and then her very form rotted away before his very eyes. He reached to take her, hold her, and delay the inevitable.

He couldn't even do that.

A rumble echoed across the land and his eyes darted to the window. His mouth hung open in fear as he watched towers fall and the earth split wide. His people cried in terror and were swallowed up by a darkness he could not see. The shadows came alive and ate whatever stepped within their reach.

The sunlight faded and the world slowly began to turn dark. Coldness crept over him quickly and Jarven felt his breath hitch in his throat. His entire being hurt and his eyes began to burn.

"And the power they took from the people, will return to the people."

Jarven spun around and found a man sitting on his bed with a large, jagged sword resting in his lap. His silver eyes didn't leave the sword. He traced circles on the blade as he reached out to the remains of Quinn and brought her back. She gasped for air and stood up as though death was a common thing outside of the Institute.

"Who are you?"

The mystery man smiled and looked upon him with his silver eyes. Jarven felt his very soul wail loudly as if this man was taking it from its home. "Someone who can save your city." Jarven doubted that very much so. But the stranger seemed to sense his doubt and smiled as he raised his massive sword. The very tip of the blade glowed purple for a fraction of a second. A moment later it turned blue and then he turned the entire blade as if turning a key. His eyes were shut and a smile graced his features. "What the Eternal Weaver has destroyed, he may yet restore."

Sounds of life came from beyond his window. Unbelieving of what he heard, he turned back to the window and saw his city, his people, flourishing with life. The sun was radiating brightly and his destroyed city was bigger, better, and statues of him were made throughout it.

"I can bring all of this to you, but I need your help, Prince Jarven." The Crownguard dared not take his eyes off his kingdom for fear of its destruction again. "My mortal enemy is gathering his forces now. The Eternal Weaver plans to make Ionia his capital and will launch an attack on Demacia next. He already tried by taking command of Relivash and forcing Naruto to attack your city. He was successful in destroy Noxus. You are the only power left to stand against him. But to do so, you need more than what you currently have. I will give you the power to do that which is just."

"And if I refuse?" The stranger blinked, but almost as though he were tired, not surprised. Before Jarven could ask another question, the city turned to screams and the sun was bloated out by a darkness so dark that it drained all of the light from the world around him. His people ran in fear of monsters and his soldiers fell to the shadows. Quinn turned to dust on his bed and her pleading eyes were the last thing he saw. "Stop! Please!" He ran to Quinn but it was too late. She was gone, once more. A rumbling echoed across the land the roof of his room was torn off by something unseen to him.

"GIVE YOUR WILL TO ME!"

Jarven looked for a weapon but found none.

"Take my sword," the stranger commanded. "Take my sword and finish what your ancestors started all those years ago. Kill Kohaku, the Eternal Weaver, and you will have what you want back!"

A large hand reached for Jarven. Seeing no other option, he took the sword and a felt a rush of power like none he'd felt before. His very body burned and he felt a thousand voices cry out around him. He swung the weapon and clove through metal and flesh and bone and destroyed the darkness around him. The very swing he'd taken drained all of his strength, but the darkness was gone. Quinn stood beside him, as did Master Yi, Fiora, Renekton, and Azir. The shadows birthed Zed. A single, red, eye peered from behind the door, but made no move to enter. Jarven looked at the weapon and then to those around him.

"Let us march on Ionia and bring this war to an end," he declared, his mind set. "We fight to destroy Kohaku, the Eternal Weaver, and bring justice and salvation to the Dreamer!" They cheered and followed.

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"The hearts of men are so easily controlled."

Saito looked over his shoulder and spied his god, his master, floating above him. His powerful leather wings flapped to keep him above him. His clawed feet twitched as if waited for an enemy to make itself known.

"Now Kohaku, let my Eternal Eight best your Timeless Seven, once and for all. And when this is over, my answer will be the one of truth." With a single wave of his hand, the storm protecting Ionia fell and the fleet began their approach. You will fall here, Kohaku. If you had only let me continue my work, you would have your answer to this question. After all, we all know that there is no such thing as free will.