The thing that woke her up was not the sun. The sun did not exist on this island. No, she woke up from the sounds of chains dragging along the hallway. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up from the bed, a surprisingly luxurious and clean bed. It was a king's size, with a dark green blanket over it that was quite clean. She pushed herself off the bed and stretched. Her bones were aching. Now you might be wondering why she was in bed when she undead, for it is common knowledge that the undead do not sleep. Thing is, she merely rests her body for a few hours. Today, she has 'slept' for 2 hours. It was probably around 4 am human hours, though on the Shadow Isles they do not care about the time.

She had been in Thresh's mansion for 2 nights now. Just as promised she was allowed to see the many torture devices that the warden owned, and he even demonstrated some, showing how they worked as she shared her interest about torture with him. Thresh could see that his work truly intrigued her, and so he had no problem explaining about his favorite hobby.

Back to the matter at hand, Zaphara knew that this was odd. If Thresh were to go to the dungeons he would not have to go past her room (which he didn't know she was in due to not caring where she stayed). Curiously she quickly dressed herself properly and peaked out the door. She could hear the chains from far away, clanking against his long coat. She followed after him. She heard the front door open and close with a loud creak. Looking out the window she saw him making his way into the dark forest.

Not having anything better to do she opened the window and jumped out of it rather than make a lot of noise with the door. She followed him in the forest, keeping enough distance so she would only be able to see the glowing of his lantern. They walked for what felt like ages, until finally, all of a sudden the woman could no longer see the green light. It faded, vanished into thin air, as well as Thresh. She moved cautiously closer to where she had last seen it, only the realize it had disappeared, along with Thresh. The only thing she saw was a large bow like structure. She walked closer to one of the pillars, realizing there was something written on it. It was written in the language of the undead.

''through this portal you may go
if the living are your foes
strike fear in their heart
and their souls shall depart''

There was a loud hum and all of a sudden the structure was engulfed in a flash of light. Backing away from the unwanted light she slowly opened her eyes to see the inside of the structure emiting light. There was a array of colors within it, every single color in existence flashing in it. It was obviously a portal, but where did it lead?

Curious to find out she cautiously stepped over to it. 3 steps was all it took for her to go through it. She was not afraid of the unknown, and so she stepped through it with determination. A flash of colors made her close her eyes, but she kept walking. Finally she could feel light shine upon her. She slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself in an odd looking room. grey all over, with lit chandeliers on the walls. It looked like some failed attempt to resemble The Shadow Isles. Looking back at the portal she found that there was only a small platform, rather than a structure made of stone. The platform glowed blue with magic and technology.

Deciding to leave this place she walked through the door, finding herself in another room. There were 14 doors all standing in a circle with one door standing out. Beside every door was a plate that stated a name. She read a few. Piltover, Zaun, Demacia. The door she just came from read 'Shadow Isles'. The middle door was much larger and had no name plate on it. It was a large double door made of oaken wood. Her curiosity peaked once more and she stepped towards it, opening it slowly.

In front of her was what looked like a ball room, the ceiling stretching high above them with chandeliers hanging above. It was highly luxurious. There were paintings on the walls of all kinds of people, but most of them were pictures or painting of people dressed in dark purple robes. Now that she realized nearly everyone in the hall was dressed in the same purple robes. Some of them carried what looked like glass orbs, but only a select few did so. She even saw some talk into the orbs like it was a person. This truly confused her.

Nobody seemed to pay any attention to her, which she was thankful for. She knew that everyone here in the room was human, besides herself. Despite her black standing out between all the purple cloaks nobody looked weirdly at her as she moved through the crowd. She didn't know where she had landed, but she did know that she wanted to find out what this was. Luckily she wasn't stupid enough to ask where she was. That would surely grant some unwanted attention, and possibly a lot of trouble which she'd rather avoid.

When she was around halfway towards the end of the ballroom a voice caught everyone's attention. Everyone instantly stood at the ready, turning to the end of the room where she had wanted to venture. There now stood a platform with a man on top. He was wearing similar robes to the rest, except his was a bright red. ''It is time for the game we have all been waiting for! OBC vs CG. the teams are as followed'' The man pointed behind him and instantly a screen popped up with a scedule. It read:
ObamaCare
ThePeacePigeon jungle Jarvan
Ollinava ADC Corki
Jadenava top Jax
Immykiris support Leona
JimmyChow mid Orianna

Compact Gaming
Acclamator jungle Warwick
Peepwood ADC Graves
StProphet top Malphite
Yanipir support Thresh
Sp4zie mid Syndra

She had wanted to leave this place, whatever was about to happen she didn't want to be part of it, but upon seeing Thresh's name she figured she might as well stay and see what this was all about. ''The game is about to begin'' the announcer finally said, moving away from the platform. The screen momentarily turned black before it showed something else. She did not know how to describe it, but others would describe it as the summoner's rift. The 5 champions stood in their base, buying their items before heading to lane.

She had never seen such a thing, all kinds of creatures and people being led through a place like that, led through battle that consisted of strategy and raw power. It was amazing to see all these things, what all these people could do. it was like a whole new world opened up for her. She liked their strategies, varying from supporting, to diving in the back line. She liked the strategy of the man in the purple robe and mask, the wolf and Thresh best, for they were ruthless and did not leave until their enemy was beaten to a pulp or left in a pool of their own blood.

She continued to watch as the two teams were tied, Thresh was doing extremely well, having only taken 1 kill, died 2 times and participated in 8 of the 15 kills. Her fast mind quickly picked up on words between the spectators, varying from KDA, to Nexus. She found out their goal, but not the purpose for playing. It was all so weird to her. In the end Thresh's team had won, but only by an inch. A lucky and almost impossible hook, as the spectators described it, allowed them to take the victory.

The screen turned black again and everyone clapped and cheered for the winning team. After 5 minutes of cheering another double door at the side of the ballroom opened and the champions from the game walked out along with more purple robed people by their side. They seemed to mix in with the crowd, compliments being thrown their way from all sides. Most champions took these compliments with a happy smile, but some simply ignored them and moved through the crowd.

Finally she saw the flames of his neck stick above the crowd. He was near the wall, probably wanting to high tail it out of there. That was when the warden noticed an odd colored robe sticking out from within the crowd. their eyes met and for a moment Thresh thought his eyes betrayed him. He shook his head, thinking that he was imagining it. It might have been the newly collected souls messing with his mind.

He made his way towards the large oaken doors only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he came face to face with someone he didn't want here. He didn't want her to see him like that, a puppet. Controlled by others. His eyes narrowed dangerously. The only thing Zaphara wanted was some answers to her questions, but judging from his expression she would be getting none. He turned to her, and it was then that Zaphara realized that he was at least a head taller than her, which gave him an even more intimidating look. While she did not fear him, she was definitely worried.

''what are you doing here?'' his voice suggested that he was suppressing his anger. The restless flames behind his back and how his hand tightened around his scythe was proof enough. She knew that lying against him was futile, so she simply told the truth. ''I followed you''. This obviously only fueled his anger. ''Why would you follow me, woman?'' he asked angrily, his voice rising from a normal volume to a near yelling one. ''I need to explore'' she tried to reason with him. ''You don't need to explore anything!'' his yell resounded through the whole ball room, the sound bouncing off the walls and creating an echo. Nearly everyone turned towards the two.

Thresh, surprised at his own outburst, looked at the crowd with a bewildered expression. They were all turned to them, looking at them with wide eyes. Never had they seen Thresh have such a burst of anger. He was always calm, the one that would not flinch at anything genuinely, only mockingly. This was the first time in many years that he had such an outburst. Looking back at Zaphara he saw that he was just as surprised as him. He cursed her hood which had fallen off when they started to talk, for now he could see her full expression. Her eyes were slightly wide, her neck now fully exposed to show him her scars. He could tell the tale behind each and every one. ''forget it'' he mumbled under his breath for only her to hear. He strode past her, his chains and the closing of the door the only thing heard as he walked through the large oaken doors.

Zaphara stood there, staring at the closed doors before her. Now with Thresh gone everyone was staring at her. They didn't know her or her relationship with Thresh, but it was obvious that they just had a fight. They didn't know what it was about however. For the first time in years Zaphara knew she had to admit her mistake. She had done something horribly wrong, even if she didn't know what or why. The little chance she had to accomplish her goal was now gone unless she did something about it. But she just didn't know what. The only way she could now be described was...

distraught.