Howdy, everyone! Yeah sorry for the late update :P I was working on my other fic called "The Strongest Hero" which indicated that I was quite busy with life and all, but now that I'm done with my exams I have more time than before which means I can afford to work on 2 fics at the same time. This might be shorter than my other fic, not 100% sure though.
Hope you can forgive me :)
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In ancient times, long before desert sands swallowed the empire, a mighty champion of Shurima was brought before the Shurima Legacy Sun Disc to become the avatar for a now forgotten celestial ideal. Remade as one of the Ascended, his wings were the golden light of dawn, and his armor sparkled like a constellation of hope from beyond the great veil.

Aatrox was his name. He was at the vanguard of every noble conflict. So true and just was his conduct that other god-warriors would always gather at his side, and ten thousand mortals of Shurima marched behind him. When Setaka, the Ascended warrior-queen, called for his help against the rebellion of Icathia, Aatrox answered without hesitation.

But no one predicted the extent of the horrors that the rebels would unleash—the Void quickly overwhelmed its Icathian masters, and began the grinding annihilation of all life it encountered.

After many years of desperate battle, Aatrox and his brethren finally halted the Void's perverse advance and seared the largest rifts shut. But the surviving Ascended, the self-described Sunborn, had been forever changed by what they had encountered. Though Shurima had triumphed, they all had lost something in their victory... even the noble Aatrox.

And in time, Shurima fell, as all empires must.

Without any monarch to defend, or the existential threat of the Void to test them, Aatrox and the Sunborn began to clash with one another, and eventually, this became a war for the ruins of their world. Mortals fleeing the conflict came to know them instead by a new and scornful name: the Darkin.
After centuries of fighting, the Darkins got reduced to smaller numbers. At first, there were 10 and then 5 later on only 3 would remain, the 3 remaining Darkin made a pact with each other to stay together and end all that lives.

Shurima, Nerimazeth.
The fight could hardly be called a fight. The once noble Aatrox now imbued with hatred met a very unfortunate fate. At first, the plan went as planned, Aatrox was to be the vanguard, Rhaast and Varus were to come after him, but they never came, they never had the chance to. Aatrox walked into a trap and met his match, Pantheon appeared out of an illusion and casted a spell on him to make him unable to fly while holding his legs with all his might, rendering his wings useless. Taric took hold of Aatroxs' left arm and Leona called upon the might of the sun, making Aatrox unable to move for a couple of seconds while also holding his right. And the 4th, Zoe, called upon her Book of Mysteries and chanted a spell specifically made for the Darkin.
"O'old and ferocious beast. Proud and just you once were but now condemned to the darkness, hear my call and return to oblivion for you are not welcome here! Begone!" Zoe chanted as she closed her book."
As Aatrox struggled to get out, he cursed at the trickster.
"I-I will not be reduced to a prisoner! You worm! How dare you do this! My body you shall destroy, my memory you shall wipe, but my thirst for blood, you will never take away!" Aatrox roared as he was fading away.
"Rest. Old beast. Thou time has arrived." Taric said as he was releasing Aatroxs' left arm.
The Darkin then simply laughed, and bid them his final remarks.
"Hahaha! You fools... You may have defeated me now but I will come back, give it time, my memory shall return and then...Hahaha! The humans you protect, they sing of love, hope, and gods, all that makes them live. And so, I will quiet that first!" The Darkin then stood up, even as he was fading. "I shall take their limbs. I will reap their beloved! I will tear from their consciousness, the will to live. Yes, that shall be my purpose."
And then, the Darkin faded. Now trapped in a humans body with his sword residing inside of him.
The celestials took time to think about what just happened.
"T-That went well," Zoe said as she was gasping for breath. "I don't think it will be this easy next time..."
Leona looked at the ash on the ground, thinking of what had happened to the Darkin.
"His body, where might it be?"
The trickster then shrugged. "I dunno. He could be in Ionia or in Demacia, but it doesn't matter. His memory is wiped clean and will stay that way for millennia, but..."
"But?" The 3 aspects said at the same time.
Zoe then rolled her eyes in embarrassment and said. "The spell was successful, but I do not know if his powers are gone, he might have them fully just as before."
"Damn it, Zoe," Leona murmured."
"I'm sooooorryyyyy!"
Pantheon then sighed and stated. "Then this is the end, huh?"
"Indeed, Pantheon. Indeed." The Guardian said as they were heading back to their barracks.

Somewhere in Ionia.
On the ground, he was. Once tall and mighty now reduced to a mere human height, his sword trapped inside him, his mighty wings gone. All he knew was his name, nothing more."
"W-Where am I...? And... WHO AM I?" The Darkin asked himself as he was getting up. "What...What is this headache... Oh, make it stop!" Aatrox then got to his knees and took hold of the ground, making it shake. When the pain suddenly stopped, he remembered something. "Aatrox. Aatrox is my name. What is the meaning of this..." He then looked at the ground he has just messed up. "What is this strength... Who the hell am I?" The Darkin then looked at himself and discerned that he stood approximately 200cm(6'5) tall, he was also naked. "Clothes. Something to cover myself, now, now. Where might I find something like that?"
He then walked forwards, making sure no one noticed him and after some rather weird encounters with animals, he saw a house, and outside were, you guessed it. Clothes.
"Good," The Darkin murmured as he approached the house.
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"Are you ready? Sarah?" The captain of the squad asked as she opened the door.
"Captain Irelia... Yes, it appears so." The stoic lieutenant replied.
Irelia then sighed and sat on a nearby chair.
"You think we will be alright? I mean, with such low numbers I don't think even I could manage..." Irelia said with a confused expression.
"I must agree with you, I do not know if this is the right thing."
"Y-You don't think the elders are planning something, do you? Sarah?"
"I..." Sarah then turned around and looked at Irelia with a serious expression. "Don't know..."
"Is that so... Let's head out. Our squad is waiting for us."
"Aye."

End of chapter 4 :D
Honestly speaking this fic might be something that I could write when I'm bored or something along those lines. I might turn this into a proper 2k+ word each chapter story if this does well but until then, cya ;)