Hey everyone, sorry for the late update! I had a math exam to write and had to practice hard for it and I didn't really have time to continue the story :P but welp here I am :D Enjoy

Ionia, also known as "The first lands", a land of peace, magic, and prosperity located in the North East of Runeterra was a land that inhabited many kinds of animals and beasts, Humans, Vastaya and even talking trees. There are many orders and sects across Ionia, each following their own (often conflicting) paths and ideals, for example, the Shadow Order led by Zed, the Kinkou order by Shen and many more.
Xan Irelia of Fae'lor was trained in the ancient dances of her province, she adapted her art for war, using the graceful and carefully practiced movements to levitate a host of deadly blades. After proving herself as a fighter, she was thrust into the role of resistance leader and figurehead, she wielded 6 blades and knew 42 dance forms ( Fighting styles) but it's not like she used them every time since her opponents usually got to see only 1 before getting decapitated by the Blade Dancer.

Years went by and Ionia might have what some would call, finally achieved *Peace* that is, until the power-hungry conquerors of North West the nation called Noxus attacked, they had only 1 rule, you either surrender in peace and let them take control of you or you resist and start a war, and that is exactly what the people of Ionia did, but unfortunately, it was a massacre, the attack was instantaneous and the Ionians were not properly prepared for an attack of such scale. It first started in a small island called Fae'lor, there they put up a small HQ where they would plan where to attack next.
The Massacre of Fae'lor is something the Noxians take pride in and something the Ionians lament, it also was a grim reminder for Ionians that they had to unite and fight this common threat, which some did, and so they fought, for 2 years the war went on, and it's still ongoing, currently in favour of the Noxians. Has fate already settled upon the destruction of Ionia? Or will there be someone who will fight the shackles of fate? That is yet to be answered.

Ionia, Fae'lor. 700 Years ATRW (After the rune wars) 4:52 AM.

"Wake up, Zelos, It's time to wake up!"
"But I don't wanna, siiiis." The oldest brother and the 3rd oldest sibling complained.
"Don't make me repeat." The oldest sibling threatened.
"Well, what are you gonna do abo..." as the young boy was about to finish his sentence, he turned and saw his sister, staring at him with a glare that would freeze his very soul.
"Y...YES, MA'AM." The boy shouted as he got up from his bed as fast as he physically could.
He in no way or shape of form wanted to annoy his sister, because last time he did, he got thrown in the lake.
"Good boy, now get up and help Ruu with fishing, it's already 9 PM," Irelia said that with a smirk on her face.
"Y...YES, wait, it's already 9 PM? It's so dark outside" The boy asked with confusion.
"Yes? Does the dark bother you, or are you scared of it? She asked with a serious face.
"N..No? Why would I be scared of darkness? Wait, why would I go fishing with Ruu, shes only 11?" The boy replied with confusion all over his face.
"It's not 9 PM, is it?" The boy asked with a face of just realizing what the situation is.
"Maybe, maybe not, find your own answers, hihihi." Irelia was smiling, clearly enjoying teasing her younger brother.
As the boy got up from his bed and looked outside, it was pitch black, he sighed, with clear annoyance on his face, looked at his smirking older sister and said: "I really do dislike you sometimes."
"Awww, you're so cute when you're mad." The sister replied with a bigger smirk.
"Why are you even awake at this time of night?"
"What do you mean? I always wake up early for practice."
"Right, well, good luck with that."
"Thank you, as for you, have a good nights sleep."

As Irelia left her brothers room, she saw her Grandmother sitting outside drinking green-tea.
"Why on earth would she be awake at this time of night." She thought to herself.
"Hey, Ooma, not able to get sleep? Oh, and is that some tea for me?" She asked.
The grandmother, clearly aware that Irelia would see her, already made some tea in advance.
"Ahh, yes indeed, my dear niece, as for my lack of sleep lately, it's just that I've been restless.
"How come?" Irelia asks with worry.
"Well, you getting drafted into the army, the enemy nation invading, conflict within our borders, makes me feel anxious." The grandmother replies with clear concern in her voice.
"Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about, the enemy nation hasn't even attacked us, who knows, maybe they won't," Irelia responds.
"Ahh, maybe I'm overthinking things." The grandmother replies.
"Haha, perhaps old age is taking its toll on you." Irelia jokes.
"Speak for yourself, I feel healthy as ever."
"Good for you, shall we enjoy our tea and this peaceful moon before you head out for the night?" Irelia asks.
"Yes, that we shall."

As the two began drinking their tea and telling stories to each other, the Massacre of Fae'lor, began.

2 Years later...
On a ship heading from Tevasa to Navori.

"Captain..." A voice could be heard.
"Captain..." and again.
"CAPTAIN."
"Wha...What?! I'm already awake!"
"Oh goodness, it's such a challenge to wake you up, you know that?" The lieutenant states.
"Sorry." The Captain apologizes.
"Was it another nightmare?"
"No, this time, it was peaceful."
"I see...I'm sorry for waking you up, but we are nearing our destination.
"Huh? How long have I been asleep?" Irelia requests.
"Approximately 10 hours, Ma'am."
"Ahh, It's been so long since I've gotten a good nights sleep."
"Yes, It indeed has."
"WE HAVE ARRIVED" a loud shout could be heard from outside.
"Time to head out." Irelia states.

As both the Captain and the Lieutenant leave the cabins and go out, the magical air of Navori could be felt.
"Ahh, how I've missed this feeling," Irelia says this with a huge smile on her face.
"Indeed, captain."
"The meeting starts in 2 hours, does it not? The captain asks."
"Yes, but why?" The Lieutenant asks.
"We're gonna go to the market, Sarah!"
"Why suddenly use my name, captain?"
"No reason." Irelia grins.

As they both leave for the market, a battle begins somewhere else in Runeterra.

IN NERIMAZETH BARRACKS

"Brothers, the sun has finally risen and the battle shall begin soon."
The Reaper states.
"Indeed it has, Rhaast, my troops are ready." The War-Bringer replies.
"So are mine." The Pestilence, also replies.
"Aatrox, you're our front-line, I'll charge in from the mountains and Vaarus does whatever he does."
"Fine by me." Aatrox replies."
"Whatever he does? I have a bow you, simpleton, what else am I supposed to do, except shoot arrows?"
"You're not wrong but whatever." The Reaper replies realizing that he should've known what his comrade in arms, does in battle.
"I'll fight the enemy army by myself for 10-15 minutes, to make them tire," Aatrox suggests.
"Fine by me, but remember not to underestimate them, they might be humans but they might have something up their sleeve." The Pestilence warns.
"Yea, yea, I won't charge in like a fool this time, if you two have nothing else to say, I think I'll head out."
"Good luck, brother." Both the Reaper and The Pestilence say simultaneously.
"Don't need it," Aartox says it with a smirk before leaving their barracks in Nerimazeth.
"Hah, as if I, the War-bringer ever need luck." Aatrox thought in his mind.

As the tall Darkin leaves for his troops, the Ascended are observing him, from far away on top of Mount Targon.
"Hmm, that one's gonna be trouble." The aspect of War remarks.
"He will be, I think in human tongue he's called the War-Bringer, I've also heard he's immortal." A warrior of the sun says.
"Hoho? Immortal? That's certainly impressive, but will it be enough to stop the four of us?" The guardian of Targon asks.
"No, don't think so." Both the aspect of War and Sun reply.
"Even if he could, I have the perfect tool to trap him, hihihi." The trickster laughs as she states that she has something in mind.
"And what might that be?" The woman in clad armor asks.
"You three keep him in place and I'll trap him in a human body! There's no point in killing him if he's gonna return back from the dead, either way, he'll also forget everything, except probably for his name, maybe even his swordsmanship, if he's lucky."
"Dangerous, but intriguing." The Aspect of War replies."
"Sooo we'll go with that? Zoe asks.
"Sure." Pantheon agrees.
"Fine by me," Leona agrees.
"Very reckless, but necessary nonetheless." Taric sighs.
As the four ascended agree on Zoes terms, they notice soldiers moving on the battlefield.
"It seems they're gonna begin." Pantheon states.
"Seems like it," Leona agrees.

As Leona finished her sentence, the four ascended teleported down to their personal troops to quickly tell inform them of their new *Plan*.

Hour 18: 20: War begin.

Thank you for reading chapter 2. :D