Eniah awoke to the humid air of a musty cavern. Picking himself off the dirt floor, he caught his reflection on a red crystal, the planes of the gem making distorted copies of his childhood self. Where am I? I... wasn't this short before... I'm a child? The ten year old Eniah walked through the cavern, stopping before the runic sign that read, "Beware the Devourers." Well aren't they cheery. Moving forward, he came upon a shrine, a shrine he recognized as a part of himself, a part of his memory.

I was about this age when I met the two for the first time, meaning they are showing me a piece of my past. I remember falling down a cave near the tribe oasis. Acting on his hunch, he backtracked and tried to step through a side cavern, a cavern he did not travel down when he was younger. As he'd suspected, the passage looked exactly the same as the one he'd traveled. Inexplicably, he ended at the same shrine. This time, the two runes distorted to the image of Freki and Geri.

"You are the first, Eniah Tegas, the first to grasp the nature of the Judgment so quickly," rumbled Freki.

"I think your script's off, summoner," he hissed back. "Not quite what I remember."

"Perhaps not, but I think this will be more in line with your experience," Geri replied. The two suddenly lunged at the boy, tackling him to the ground and tearing a shallow gash across his chest and back. Doubling over in pain, Eniah quickly righted himself, running for the shelter of a nearby boulder.

He desperately tried to remember what was required of a Prajurit, of a warrior of the Serigala. Magic and martial arts. Discipline and strength. Wisdom and control. The wolves' padded steps echoed through the cavern, masking their location. Think Eniah. These are your memories, not theirs. They're in your head, your home. Then he slowly grinned. There is nothing more valuable to the Serigala Prajurit than the temperence of the mind. For magic, life, and combat, no other virtue came close in utility. Alright, summoners, let me show you what happens when you cross my mind. You want my memories? Take them.

He slowly rose to meet them, stepping out from behind the boulder. "You have the form of two legends, but you are men. Even as a child, I am more than your match," he taunted. As the wolves lunged, he held both arms out, hiding two runes in his palms, runes that he'd written from the blood on his chest. He screamed as their fangs closed on his limbs, tearing them from their sockets. As the wolves jumped away with an arm in each mouth, the link of mana shattered, releasing the spell within their heads. Still bleeding from his sockets, he staggered forward, a triumphant grin on his face.

"W-what have you done?" The visage of the wolves dissolved to reveal two men, clothed like Caleb, who grasped at their heads in agony.

Eniah grinned. "Welcome to my mind. Welcome to the memory of my soul being shredded piece by piece by the very legends you pretended to be. I told you didn't I? You are men, not spirits." Slowly, to the summoners' horror, his wound closed as each sinew and muscle began to wrap around bones that materialized seemingly out of thin air. A fresh layer of skin coated his new arms as he walked forward. "This is my memory. You gave me that hint and it was enough. I don't remember losing my arms, therefore I did not lose them, then or now. You were not here then. You are intruding, therefore you are my subjects," he growled. He grabbed each of them by the throat, intending to break their minds with the pain until someone spoke behind him.

"Bravo, champion. I think it's safe to say your discipline is unsurpassed, even in the League." A voice came out of the darkness, along with a faint amethyst light that seemed to belong and not belong.

"And you are?"

"My name is High Summoner Reginald Ashram. I am not like my subordinates. I will not make myself vulnerable by plunging my entire being into your thoughts, so this orb of light will have to suffice until we meet face to face."

"And what do you want?"

"To talk. I must say that this Judgment has been different from all the rest. Never has a champion overwhelmed two silver rank summoners. And except for Jax, the Grandmaster at Arms, you are the first to clear the Judgment so quickly. Congratulations. I must ask that you leave my subordinates alive and sound of mind, however."

Throwing them to the ground, he stepped to the light. "I have nothing to say to you. Take your peons and get the fuck out of my head."

"I'm sure they will excuse themselves expediently. However, I cannot leave until I have an answer from you. Why do you fight, Eniah Tegas?"

"Because you're in my fucking head."

"You know what I am asking. Do you fight out of guilt?" Suddenly, the location shifted. He was now outside of the oasis cavern, standing in front of a nondescript house. The house was made of dried mud bricks, humble compared even to the tents of nomads. Peeking through the smashed door was the broken body of Surya, his childhood friend. He ran to her, cradling her head as slivers of bone broke her chest, stopping any chance of breathing. Drenched in blood, he managed to catch the last thing she said, the last thing he remembered. "Is this why you fight? Is this why you ran? Or perhaps this is what you are fighting." Ashram spoke.

"Shut up!" Eniah roared. Calling on every drop of mana in his being, he released the energy into the air, shattering the world around them like a glass mosaic. "Yes! I fight to run! I fight because I couldn't protect her! I fight because I have nowhere I belong. I fight because I have nothing left. I fight because I lost control." Out of the abyss of his mind, the two spirits stirred, appearing before the men.

"And you? Freki? Geri?" Ashram asked. "What are you searching for?"

"We search for what countless souls search for: solace. We fight, because we hunger. This is true of Eniah; this is true of us. Unless you wish to test yourself before us, begone, mortal, your presence annoys us," they rumbled, speaking as much in guttural growls and memories as in actual words.

"Thank you, legends. I believe you are called Semangat?" Turning to Eniah, he said, "Welcome to the League, Desolate Wolf. I hope you find the solace you hunger for."


Shyvana her eyes to a tower of crimson scales pressing down on her chest. The column ended in five wicked talons the size of scimitars that neatly pinned her to the ground. "Hello, dinner." Rising above, a dragon three stories tall slowly crushed the breath from her lungs.

"Amatel." She attempted to loose a menacing growl, but only managed to cough blood.

AN: Champion Judgments are always a good way to give background :D Hope that was a bit more entertaining than the latest few chapters. Jax, if you read his lore, has the fastest Judgment on record, with the doors closing and then opening just after. Reginald Ashram is the name of the High Councilor who admitted Jax into the League. Of course, Reginald is the name of pro gamer for Team Solo Mid. Just some fun tidbits for you guys XD Review and criticize.

And yes, I will leave you here because I'm an asshole :P