A/N: Well, if we are not getting back to Popular vile! Hah, how are you there, friends? I just noticed that there are less and less stories that affect original champions, the older ones. I feel bad for saying this, but... We need more Jax, Taric, Ashe, Trynda, Sion, Kayle... Those who originate from the beta, you know? By the way, shoutouts to: 111none, darkhorse691, Tannercw, Taren, zaperent and Ducksworth For favourites, reviews and follows. Thanks!
"NASUS!" Someone screamed. Draven was already opening the door by the time LeBlanc left the bed, yawning and stretching her hands. The Glorious executioner had taken one of his axe in the rush, in case it was something bad. But it probably was, because Nasus was not in the refugee camp. He sighed as he thought who it could have been. After Rengar had brought Jax and Irelia, along with a miniature version of Zac, Nidalee and Sona were next to both of the injured, counting Irelia's illness and Jax' broken bones and infected wounds. The treating had passed on for five days, with both of them in something like a meditative state, but much deeper. Irelia had been alright for the last day, and she was taking care for Jax, while Zac was explaining what happened through their journey, or at least what he had seen and heard.
Gordoth and Rengar were already waiting for him in front of the door where the scream had came from, and when Draven was close enough, the pridestalker opened the door. What they witnessed was probably what they expected. Irelia was sitting on a chair, situated next to one of the beds, while Zac was causualy looking at the ceiling in his small, improvised sleeping pen. Jax was in the bed, eyes wide open, chest heaving up and down wildly. He had been stripped of some of his clothing, just the part which had wounds on them but he didn't seem to nitce it, as he was mumbling something.
Irelia acknowledged them and whispered something to Jax, who immediately stopped talking to himself and straightened his pose. Draven was able to detect Jax' attempt to calm his heart beat down. The grandmaster at arms nodded in their position, after which they said their greetings.
"Jax, we have noticed that you had an interesting adventure on your way here, and Rengar is not sure if he was able to eliminate all witnesses of himself after you jumped off the cliff in an attempt to save yourself and Irelia, so if there is, by any chance, a possibility that Rengar has been followed and our camp has been discovered, we will blame it on you. Now, if you have anything to say, we will hear it gladly!" Draven announced and looked at Jax, dead serious. The grandmaster nodded.
"I understand you, Draven. But I will ask one thing of you. Take care of Irelia, because I am to depart as soon as I can run again, because I have a mission ahead of me." Jax answered, shocking everyone in the room, except Gordoth, who remained emotionless, pretty much like a statue. Zac looked at Jax, eyes wide, bigger than his head, mouth wide open in disbelief.
"What?! You never said anything about a mission! You and Irelia were pretty much like flies without heads before you went to Brand! And you never said anything about a quest or a mission or a task! Why would you hide this from your friends, anyway?" The blob asked, keeping his eyes the same way they were when he started to speak. Draven, Rengar and Irelia nodded in agreement to Zac's question, while Gordoth simply smirked.
"I can tell you that he hardly knew of it just a few hours ago." He simply said, his calm tone throwing everyone in utter confusion, if they weren't already in it. Rengar simply shook his head, trying to focus on one of the new things, while Irelia started whispering to herslef 'no'. Zac's eyes grew bigger, practically absorbing all the liquid his body could produce for the task. He looked really funny with that expression, but no one cared to look at him. Draven's eyes were wide, and the expression change ended with this. Jax had lifted an eye brow, but only he knew that he had done it.
"Well, yes, I was actually told recently. But I know that I have to find Nasus, because he will teach me how to use the ways of the Wuju style, and this is going to help me on the larger scale of my quest." Jax said slowly, allowing the other in the room to take their breaths and think of the possibilities.
"And what is that larger scale quest?" Asked Draven, scratching his chin. He looked up to Gordoth, who simply shook his head. Doesn't know it, does he now. The grandmaster took a long breath, and sighed. He scratched his forehead and looked up at Draven.
"Avenging all the champions who died that day." He simply replied. The glorious executioner's eyes narrowed. Was Jax mad? Irelia's eyes widened, and she was about to say something, but was silenced by an explosion. Smoke covered the sky and filled the room.
The trio was already on the move, alarming all of the champions in the huts that there was a breach in security. Shouting things of the sort of 'Go for the back entrance!' and 'We are under attack!', Draven and Gordtoh were able to get all the champions in a line and running towards the back side of the camp. Rengar had hidden in the shadows and was now moving towards the breach. To his surprise, the hole in the stones was caused not by an explosive, but by an axe. That axe was really familiar to him, as Rengar knew. It was Darius' axe, but when the bearer of the weapon appeared, he was not wearing his armor.
Darius was wearing Taric's equipment.
A/N: C-C-C-C-Cliff HANGA! Hah, bet you didn't expect that, did you? You didn't I know. Review and tell me if you knew or not! Hah, bye!