Sorry for this extremely late (and slightly lame) update. But, I have an excuse!

Escape from the League- a new LoL fic written by yours truly. Go read it! =D

And without further ado, here's the next story.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Brand, the Burning Vengance sat in his cell. It was night out, which meant he would not be summoned for battle. That also meant he had nothing to do to pass the time.

The door to his cell creaked. Brand looked at it for a moment, before looking down again. No one would be dumb enough-

The door swung open. Brand surged up, hurling a fireball, only to have it splash harmlessly on some kind of shield around Nasus, the Curator.

"Nasus," Brand said. "What are you doing here?"

Nasus simply shut the door, and walked inside.

"Answer me!" Brand yelled, as all the pent up frustration within him began to explode now that he had a target, and Nasus became bathed in flame.

"Do you not think me stupid enough to not come in here with a magical shield?" asked Nasus in his super smooth and silky voice. Brand reluctantly stopped the torrent of flame.

"As for why I am here…" Nasus trailed off, deep in thought, eyes unseeing. Brand tapped his foot impatiently.

The Curator looked directly at Brand again, looking straight at him with a piercing gaze. "I know the different accounts of the Burning Vengance…" Brand snorted at this. "But I am a librarian at heart. I wish to know more. I wish to know your side as well."

Brand began to laugh. "I am incomprehendable to the likes of you. I do have purpose deeper than destruction, you will just never see it!"

Nasus' voice was quiet. "Try me" he said narrowed eyes. Brand shook his head.

Nasus' voice suddenly got deeper, louder, as he grew in size and showed his true form- a silvery-blue blend between a jackal and a man. "I am a god, immortal, and eons older than you. You would do well to listen to my requests."

Brand's eyebrow shot up, as he looked down (remarkably like a sulking child), and muttered beneath his breath, "fine."

Now it was Brand's turn to look up, past the raging god, and reminisce upon old times.

"There was once an organization in the past. It was known by outsiders only as "Dragon". It taught balance in all things. Balance… in life as well as in Death.

They saw so much life around them, so much going in, none coming out. They predicted that it would destroy the balance, with catastrophic results. They needed to even out the balance between life and death somehow.

I was their tool to do so."

Brand looked down. "I destroyed the entire world- including the last remnants of those who created me. It was only by the intervention of all the remaining mages in the place you now call Lockfar that I was sealed… until my freedom."

"So that is your purpose…" Nasus murmured to himself. The Curator looked up again. "Well I have two things to tell you.

The first is that the organization that created you is still alive. It has actually spread to be the central religion of one of the city-states, Ionia. In fact, in its purest form, Dragon has evolved into the ninja organization known as the Kinkou."

Brand gasped. He'd noticed the similarities between the Kinkou and his creators, but he'd never imagined that the organization had actually survived.

"Second, that your purpose is flawed."

Brand bristled at that. "You don't get it," said the Burning Vengance. "I am the power that cleanses old growth, and clears it out for the new. I renew the world. That is my purpose, and I do it by fire."

Nasus snorted. "And what is old, for you?" Brand began to interrupt, but Nasus just continued. "What about young men, just about to enter their prime? Children, who will grow, whose time have not even begun yet! Is that what you wish to cleanse?"

Brand looked down. Nasus continued. "That is your purpose- to destroy everything- be it old, or new. It is flawed."

The Curator looked out the cell window- it was already dusk. "I have limited time, so I must leave now. But rest assured that you have taught me much- about your history, about your views, and about the cycle of Life and Death itself. For that I thank you, and I hope you can teach me more in the future."

As Nasus turned around to leave, Brand muttered softly, but was loud enough for Nasus to hear: "Yeah that'd be nice."

As the Curator exited, he just caught Brand saying to himself, "heh, maybe he's right."