A/N: Another chapter, more questions for you. No, I am not giving away answers, so, first, I will mention somebody. Yes, that's you, Kathelll. Only because you asked nicely. So, next up: MOAR DEATH. Wohoo, everyone's gonna die!

It was simply emptiness. At first, he had thought there was light, but then he realized that there was nothing, only ethereal space. This was quite interesting, because ethereal object were rare, and he himself had seen only a few. Strange thing, he didn't feel his wounds, and he remembered that there was a nasty cut across his face, which had gotten an infection, and he was going to have problems.

But now, he wasn't allowed to worry about wounds. He wasn't allowed to worry about anything actually, only think about it. Was he dead, was the first thing which nestled into his mind. He was not in Heaven, that was sure. But he wasn't in Hell either, because that method of torture was really infective. So he decided to look at himself, and there he was. Blue hand, purple robes, sandals. The battle axe was strangely missing.

He blinked once, and winced. Feeling the pull of gravity made him feel a Nausea, but it quickly went through, for a trained warrior didn't feel those things. The ground, which he was now standing on, was strange. Simply a plain... Desert? Passage? Rocky waste? In any case, it was really plain, just as plain as the roads of Demacia were. He blinked again, and looked up, towards the supposed end of the road. There was, sadly, no end to the road.

The Endless March...

He started walking, slowly, feeling his legs, his feet, if they were still the same. After a few test steps, he revealed that his feet were still the same, and a light jog was not going to hurt him. So he ran forward, and looked there.

Forwardsss, Forwardsss...

While jogging, he started thinking, because walking led to thinking, so why wouldn't jogging do so? And so he thought, that if he was not in Hell, neither in Heaven, where could he be? An endless hunting land? Was that where he had placed placed? And what if he wasn't dead, just in another dimension? Well, that was going to be a really dumb dimension, he decided, and a smile crept to his lips.

The wind blew at his back, while his robes, or at least the remains of them, flew towards. His eyes narrowed, as the flows of air turned surprisingly, and it blew in his face. His hair struggled to go free, in attempts to make him bald. His golden knots were blown by the wind. Rain started pouring over him. He sighed, and sat on the ground. Thinking it will take long, his eyes started darting over the ground.

Upon The Wind!

He noticed that the rain had made the earth brown. A few green sticks started tunneling their way out, showing the refreshing color of their beings. Their leaves shook with the force of life as their bodies grew. He smiled, but then silenced himself. The plants gained size, then their leaves blossomed. It was beautiful.

Nature can be a real Mother...

Jax felt strange. For the second time, he was seeing the transformation of a waste into a wilderness. The little and short plants had became a forest, a deep forest, which was surely going to become something magnificent in the eyes of those who lived in the woods. Then, stones started forming around the trees, then the purposeless rocks formed buildings, while other things started appearing. Tables, roads, lanterns. The armmaster even recognized his own lamp post, which had formed next to him.

He couldn't keep the smile within him, because his eyes were going to water if he didn't let it go. This was a truly, truly beautiful dimention. Jax started walking slowly, attempting to take everything he saw in him. The little doors, the big houses, the small chairs, the big stools, even the funny practise dummy.

Silhouettes started appearing around him, their faces where shadowed by darkness, yet he felt that he knew them. The first thing he noticed where the little people who were running around and throwing water balloons at each other. One was simply throwing balloons at them, but never seemed to miss, while another was placing down turrets and yelling 'eureka!', and a third was shooting them with a canon.

Jax saw one more thing, a giant tree walking along with a small fae. They looked to be in a deep conversation, because they didn't seem to notice the balloons which flew around them. There was one little man who was sitting with a woman, and they were practising throwing orbs at the same target dummy Jax noticed a while ago. There were those others, women chatting with each other, men playing poker and the currency seemed to be a beer. There were even couples, kissing or just looking at each other, smiling.

Then, the darkness which covered their faces lifted. Jax froze, and grabbed his heart, or at least the place where it should have been. His eyes widened, as the identity of all those men and women became clear to him. They were here, because they were no longer on Valoran. Jax fell to his knees. Here they were, the dead, the chosen dead, the champions. The dead champions. Impossible! He screamed in his mind, as his eyes watered.

"Jax?" A familiar yet annoying voice sounded from behind him. It was one of those, the dead champions. The grandmaster at arms turned and saw him, recognized him. It was Ziggs. The hyperactive bomb throwing yordle. Who had died in the attack at the Institute. A balloon splashed all over Zigg's head, and a laugh echoed trough the settlement. But Jax no longer found this place beautiful. It was cryptic, terrible.

"Hey, that's no fun anymore! We have the grandmaster. He came!" Ziggs triumphantly shouted. All of the champions who inhabited the village turned towards the yordle. Some started whispering, while other smiled and started walking towards him. Olaf, Master Yi, Udyr. They came in front of him, and started congratulating him about something. The grandmaster's eyes were still watered.

Syndra came, followed by the same short person, who turned out to be Veigar, but without his hat. She smiled at Jax, and looked at the others.

"It is him! We have to go and tell them!" She announced and all of the champions who were in the crowd. Olaf helped Jax up and they started walking on the cobblestone road, followed by all the champions who were dead. The grandmaster was stunned. H - How? If I am dead... Where is Irie? Where is IRELIA!?

"They will answer your questions, Jax. Do not worry my friend." Said Olaf, as if he had been able to read the mind of the Grandmaster. And there it was. A giant staircase, which led up. Olaf signaled their followers to stop, and left Jax to go up alone. The armmaster started ascending, slowly, but surely. He was going to get to the top, even if only to ensure himself that he was dead. Thrown to Oblivion by his own deed, by his own attempt to save both his and Irie's lives. He seemed to have failed in saving his.

Reaching the top of the staircase, he entered a grand hall. Behind him, two giant doors closed behind him. The hall seemed empty, but then different lights started appearing. Shadows were hiding in those lights. The green light, there were two shadows. Maokai, and Zyra, looking at Jax and smiling warmly. The blue light, Nautilus and Nami, simply looking at him, while the tidecaller smiled for both of them. The grey light, where Viktor was simply kneeling and looking at the floor. The yellow light, where Leona and Lux shined like suns. The white light, where Janna was smiling to him. The white light, where Anivia and Trundle had raised their columns of ice and were looking at the armmaster. And, in the end, the black light. It was not light, actually, it was more of a... Shadow. And, forth, from it surged a masked man. His purple coat was gracefully flowing behind him, a lantern lit a path in the darkness, while two red eyes started intently at Jax. Yorick, the gravedigger was looking.

"Greetings, Grandmaster Of Arms, to the hall of elements." They said together, in a booming combination of voices. "You have came. You will be gifted, as you are the chosen one."

A/N: BOOM! Headshot. I win, you loose. Never thought of that, did you? Well, you might have. BUT I DO NOT CARE. I am the winner. Made you wonder for 3 days. No one is as good as me. So, next chapter expect to meet someone, who was quite forgotten, and the next next chapter will be a special appearance... Only to Dissapear again! ;D