A/N: Hey! I decided to go back to some League, because my interests went back and forth from Minecraft, LOTR, Naruto and more of those things... So yeah, feel free to review, and yes, there is a CLIFFHANGA at the end. Simple me. ;D
Volibear roared, cursed and hit the stones of the cell, but it was useless. Taric was looking at his friend while he kept trying to do something, to get out or just bloody his paws.
"How Taric? How did we allow ourselves to get captured like this?" Screamed Volibear, and turned to the Gem Knight. Taric was simply looking at the wall, ignoring all the world around him. His eyes were focused on the cold stone, as he thought of what he spoke of with Nasus that week ago. It was a really, really intensive discussion, as they were trying to think of a way to allow Nasus have enough time on training Jax. And a distraction. Taric and Volibear were that distraction, and as much as the Gem Knight didn't want to involve the ursine, but he wouldn't be able to do it without him.
"We weren't careful, that's all. I think…" Taric answered to his question. The ursine turned to him and stared. Blankly, he nodded and sighed. Why did it have to happen to him, all the time? After all, the Gem Knight was the one who brought him back. But also the one who got him in the prison. Cursing once more, Volibear finally calmed down, and decided it was going to be good if he tried to rest. They had been on the move for days when the Noxians caught them. Nice to sleep, he though.
Taric sighed. Not good at all. It was ridiculous. How he did this to him and Volibear, only to allow Jax and the rest of the refugees survive. To get out, to cover their tracks. Taric cursed silently under his breath as his eyes slowly narrowed. It was darker outside. He stood up and walked to the bars.
Jax.
If the grandmaster was alive, they were fine. No threat could enter their minds and provoke them to do things they would be sorry for after they were committed. Taric grunted. He could break the prison walls with just his pinky finger, but he didn't want to. If he did, too much hope would be invested in him to guide Jax forward, but what they wouldn't know was that the more Taric tried to help the grandmaster, the harder it became for him to escape the Dream realm.
The awful side effect of the Gems. It could be a wonderful live in the Dream realm, but whenever the body outside was ready to be refilled with the soul, as a gem with an enchantment, the Dream realm became a nightmare. He suffered every single moment of his sleep, and whenever he tried to wake up, he was pulled back by hundreds of hands. And each day added one more. But if he assisted Jax, even in the most minor way, the hands added were twenty. Currently, five thousand Seven hundred and sixty four hands were pulling at him, trying to force him to go back to the dimension of Dream.
"Yo." Someone called him. It was not from far, more or less in the nearby cells. A man with dark, cocoa skin was looking at him. One of his eyes was covered with a bandage, while the other started deep into Taric's being. The man himself was skinny, but the weak muscles were rippling with energy and power. They could look weak, but they were far from broken. He was tall, and was hidden in the darkness of his windowless cell. His hair was long and black, but tied into strange tails. Taric nodded to him, and grunted. The hands pulled harder at him.
"I can feel it 'bout ya. You are no ordinary man, ain't ya?" Asked the person locked up in the cell. His hands wrapped around the bars and his head froze, eyes locked with Taric's. The Gem Knight could also feel it about the other man. He was limply staring at the blue eyes which made people feel uncomfortable around Taric. "I've heard of ya. Ol' man Garen kept tellin' us stories 'bout ya, Champions ya were called. Well, ol' man died like a champ. Just so you know."
"You knew Garen?" Asked Taric, surprise and distrust oozing from his voice. The dark skinned man laughed.
"'Course, we were in the same regiment. See, I was a Dauntless…" A sore feeling dripped from the man's words. He was honest, yet this was something which made him feel bad about it. Or, to be precise, sad.
"Demacia's elite, right?" Taric's mind puzzled over it. It was, indeed no coincident. The man slowly nodded and uncovered his left shoulder. Demacia's mark was tattooed on it.
"Yeah… I even got to know the Prince personally. But, damned be fate, I didn't die protecting the crown. I am just another orphan, looking at myself and pity is oozing from me. But it is self pity. The worst kind of it. I remember the days I was willing to cut my hands off, if it would be to save my lord's life. Now I cannot even curse the dogs properly. But you… You are a champ." Taric had noticed the change in his grammar. He also noticed where the man was going.
"No, I cannot come. I cannot help you. I cannot free you, because my being is punished for every wrong move I make. And, I believe that it will not be a good move to forsake any type of discipline and just go rampaging in the heart of Zaun. It is not possible we could get out un noticed." He announced, looking at the man. The dark skinned person smirked.
"Not that I care. You see, I was about to make a move. I was just waiting for a potential ally to aid me. But, if you will not come, why not wake the bear up, eh? He seemed pretty high in the skies of red when he was awake. " The prisoner commented. His hands started twisting painfully as the eye, the bandaged one, was uncovered, only to reveal six dots instead of the eye itself. There was the apple, but the other thing were missing. Only six dots, five of them forming a pentagon, and the last in the middle. Fire started dancing on his limbs, and they wrapped around the bars. With ease, he broke them and threw one of the iron sticks at the guard. He screeched as iron flew right through him.
"Oh, an' by the way… Mah name's Aradren!" He almost shouted, his grammar switching to the previous atrocious state. He started sprinting towards the corpse, picking up the sword of the dead man and cackled maniacally. Volibear almost leaped at the bars when the man left the dungeon.
"What the Hell?" He almost roared as his claws barely stopped themselves from cutting through the damned bars. Looking at the Gem Knight, the ursine felt almost touched.
"Volibear, I think we are leaving… And you can tear off those things." Taric coldly announced. Volibear roared in something like joy and with one swing of his paw the bars were gone. They started running towards the entrance of the dungeon, as the sounds of battle reached them.
"What aren't you telling me, Taric? Someone already here?" Asked Volibear, looking not really surprised but more like… Annoyed. What, was that Aradren going to take his fun? Taric was not on that mindset, however, and simply grunted in response. "Hey what's with the attitude man?" Almost roared the ursine, and Taric scratched his head. Something was really wrong here, at least he felt so. A presence he remembered was hovering in the air. It screamed for one thing.
Blood.