''That was awesome!''
''good game. Well played everyone''
The 10 champions were ported back onto their original platforms. The enemy team was in another room, also having finished. The whole game had been close, but there was one decisive turned that allowed Thresh's team to take the victory. It was amazing to see, and all of the champions were currently talking about it with excitement. Never had anyone seen such a thing, it was completely new.

*flashback*

There were 8 people in the middle, trying to prevent the other from taking their second tier tower. It was a fight that went back and forth, their poke and sustain the same with everyone. Both their top laners were gone, Zaphara and Nasus. Nasus was probably off farming the jungle, but there was no doubt he was making his way towards mid lane. Ashe was trying to farm the minions so they could't push, but she was caught out when Jarvan used his pillar and his ult. She couldn't even flash away before the whole team jumped on top of her.

He was killed in mere seconds, and now with one of the carries dead they pressed on. They had caught Aatrox, their jungler, as well, taking his passive and killing him right after he came back. Syndra, seeing her chance charged forward towards the low health Taric and Jarvan, killing them off. However, she gave her life for it when Ezreal completely bursted her down.

Now that only left Thresh and Ashe to defend their second tier tower. However, the enemy team's now superior poke was raining down on them, and they were slowly getting lower. From the corner of his eye Thresh could see the enemy Nasus come over towards them. He had already activated his ult, and was charging at them with the intention of slamming them into the ground with his staff. Surely this was going to be an Ace for them. But they were all surprised when a voice spoke as loud as the announcer. ''Behold a true necromancer!'' the voice yelled.

In the distance where the teamfight had taken place, the ground was covered in red paint with a eye like symbol in the middle. In the next second the dead bodies of both their teammates and enemies started to move. Their flesh vanished, only making way for the bones as they stood up slowly. They let out a odd screech before they turned towards the enemy team, who was in the proces of diving Thresh and Ashe, who weren't able to do anything about it other than try to survive.

They ran over towards them, moving at quite a fast speed. Ezreal, who was standing between Thresh and Ashe and the skeletons had nowhere to go, no matter where he went. He was the first to be hit by the 4 skeletons who used to be his teammates. They grabbed him, punched him, ripped at his flesh with the sharp bones until he was nothing but a pile of flesh on the floor. Now they concentrated on the next target, Orianna. She used her W to slow them and speed herself up, but what she did not expect were the skeletal hands that popped from the ground and grabbed onto her ankles.

She screamed as they took apart her gears, throwing them everywhere. Now that Orianna was dead the only one left was Nasus. He was currently chasing Thresh, already having killed Ashe in 3 hits. However, seeing his teammates dead caused him to run in the jungle. When he thought he finally got away he felt a sting in his abdomen, and with a yell Zaphara came flinging at him using the scythe that was lodged in his stomach. She used her bone armor to punch him into the ground, her skeletons soon catching up and helping her to take the big dog down.

*end*

so she was a necromancer of sorts. It was unexpected to see, for most necromancers held staffs or other weapons with which they can command the dead. But this was something entirely different.

Zaphara was on her own platform, not wanting to be part of all the praise but of course, Ashe went over to her and started praising her. It was obvious the undead woman wanted to get away. Finally Thresh made his decision. He called for her. ''Zaphara'' he said softly. The woman turned to him, seeming happy with the distraction. Thresh motioned towards the door. She nodded and followed after him, leaving a confused Ashe behind.

As the two walked through the door Zaphara noticed the tension in the air. She knew what was to come. An endless string of questions, yelling, and possibly even threats. She walked behind his tall form, looking down at the ground as she drowned in her own thoughts. That train of thoughts was interupted when she collided with his hard back. She rubbed her nose as she stepped back to see him looking at her over his shoulder. ''sorry'' she mumbled. He seemed to raise an eyebrow, for his one eye seemed to grow a bit larger. ''The dead never say sorry''.

There was a moment of the two just staring at each other, Thresh's expression being suspicious, while Zaphara's was just uncomfortable. The warden turned back around and faced the portal that they stood in front of. He started chanting something in the language of the undead. She could not quite grasp what he was saying, for his voice was a lot lower than she was used to. Soon the portal started glowing and they both stepped through.

When she got to the other side she saw Thresh walking away already. She stood there, wondering if he wanted her to follow him or go on her own way. ''Come'' she heard him call, and so without hesitation she followed behind him once more.

It took a while for them to get to his mansion, and once they got there Thresh lead her into a room that looked like a living room, with a large couch, a radio and even an old and broken tv. The chandelier up on the ceiling was already lit, bathing the room in a nice golden glow.

It was almost disgusting.

Zaphara politely closed the door behind her, only to be pinned against it. She grunted as the back of her head hit the hard wood, momentarily disorienting her. She shook her head and opened her eyes only to see two flaming ones. He was so close. He had her arms pinned to her sides, not allowing any movement. His face was mere inches from her, his eyes narrowed as his flames licked at his skull. He was searching her. A particular part of his body, in fact. He was looking down at her chest.

While most women would be disgusted and call him a pervert, Zaphara knew what he was looking at. She loved it. ''How come you still have a soul and still be undead?'' he growled at her, not looking at her. He reached out his hand, clearly seeing the quivering blue orb within her chest. It was shaking with fear, but Zaphara herself did not show any signs of such an emotion. In fact, she looked like she was enjoying this.

A grin formed on her face. An evil one. Finally she would be rid of it. Rid of the emotions that came with her past that tortured her so. It would all be gone. The memories, the pain, everything. It would all be gone in one single moment. Thresh's hand touched her exposed neck and she gasped in anticipation. He was going to do it. Finally she would be rid of it. His face slowly leaned over to her neck, his skeletal face hanging over it. She felt his lips trace over her neck.

But why wasn't his touch hard like his skull? Why wasn't it piercing her skin and making her feel pain? She could feel the lips place a kiss on her neck, and she gasped as it send shiver down her spine throughout her entire body. What was he doing to her? This wasn't the ritual! Why was he not taking her soul?! These questions barely managed to dominate her hazy mind. She was feeling odd, a feeling creeping up into her stomach and continuing to annoy her there.

And then as soon as it came, it left. She sank through her knees as her support left, leaving her as a heap on the floor. She was breathing heavily. What just happened? What did he do to her? Did he take her soul? No, he had not. She could still clearly remember the day she had died. She looked up at Thresh, who had his back turned to her. He was unmoving, obviously thinking. Finally, while Zaphara was catching her breath, he spoke. ''You may remain in this mansion if you so please, and I trust that you know of the rules of the league and the Shadow Isles.''

Zaphara was shocked and she wasn't sure why. He was a keeper of souls! Why had he not taken hers?! It would rid her of these painful memories that plagued her. For some reason he refrained from doing so. She was determined to find out why. He could not know what she wanted, for she was sure that he would never do it if he knew.

And what was that soft touch? How was it possible? Was it a hallucination, or something more? She wanted to know, and she knew exactly where she had to get such information.

She moved swiftly through the forest, elegantly jumping over roots and jumping over the large puddles of the swamp. She was moving with determination and a destination, not stopping until she found it. She heard a constant clopping in the distance. The forest rumbled slightly as she moved deeper in, knowing that her objective was there.

The rumbling became stronger and stronger to the point where it was almost deafening. She knew she was close. There was a figure in the distance, a fast moving figure at that. It didn't take long before she could recognize the figure. It was a armor clad centaur, with a bladed spear by his side. He was moving extremely fast in her direction.

She purposely stood right in his path, forcing him to stop in his tracks. The large horse man easily towered over her. She only came to his withers. His 'human' body easily looked down upon her. ''Another lost venturer, perhaps?'' he asked himself. The woman looked up and took off her hood. Recognition crossed the horseman's face. ''ah the newest champion. Zaphara, was it?'' she simply nodded. ''Hecarim, Shadow of war, it is a honor to meet you'' she said, slightly bowing her head. The male scoffed. ''We undead do not have need for such formalities. What do you want?'' he asked sternly, letting his spear hit the ground with a loud thud for emphasis.

The woman did not falter. ''I have recently come to live here. While I do not see any need for such a thing, the league required me to introduce and get to know the other residents of the isles. As such I am doing it right now'' She said. Hecarim's hooves stomped on the ground restlessly as he listened. He was doing something important. ''And so you have, is there something else you wish to know?'' he said, his nostrils blazing with impatience.

''tell me the rules of the isles'' she said firmly. Hecarim sighed. Ah yes, the rules. Words he'd rather forget. They were so restricting, yet necessary to avoid having a war between the representatives. ''Very well. Walk with me'' he said, before leading her deeper into the forest.

His stride was a lot faster than Zaphara was used to, due to his long legs of course. She had some difficulty to keep up with him, and she was starting to think he was enjoying it judging by the smile on his face. ''There are a few simple rules on the Isles. There are 8 of us, including you. Karthus, the deathsinger, resides in the most northrend parts of the isles. It is a wasteland due to his spells. You know me, Hecarim, I reside everywhere on the island. There is Elise, the spider queen, who holds her place on the western, where Vilemaw resides as well. Evelynn, the Widowmaker, who resides together with Elise in the western parts. Mordekaiser, The Master of Metal, he resides in a castle no the southern parts. You should go to him first, for most of us consider him our leader'' Her eyebrow shot up at him saying 'most of us'. Obviously he did not think the same way.

''Then there is Yorick, the gravedigger. He lives in the eastern parts on the smaller islands, where most of the graves are. The last one is Thresh, He lives in a mansion somewhere in the middle of the forest. You shouldn't be able to miss it''

''And the rules?'' Zaphara asked.

''There are only a few. The first rule, never provoke Vilemaw into attacking anyone. The beast is contained by Elise due to her nature, but the beast is still a monstrosity that needs to be contained, and she knows that. Second rule, You may not disturb the tree in the center of the forest. It is guarded by a twisted treant, Maokai, he is the only one that is not binded by these rules. But he leaves us alone for the time being. However, do not provoke him. Third rule, There is a special order at which we work. The collector of souls, Thresh. The souls are his. Then there is Yorick, who collects the corpses and Karthus, who gets the remains of the ghouls for whatever he is planning'' Zaphara nodded, indicating that she understood. ''If you want part in any of that you should talk to Morde. He is the one that made up the rules'' Again she nodded.

''And lastly, the most important rule'' he stopped in his tracks, looking at the woman with narrowed eyes. ''Never hurt or kill any of the residents on the Isles. It will result in a banishing from all of us'' He said lowly. Zaphara wanted to gulp at the threat lingering behind those words. ''This rule goes against our nature, but we managed to co-exist with each other for millenia. Killing someone will only result in a disturbance'' he mumbled.

There she had her answer. Now she knew why Thresh did not take her soul. It was because he knew he would get in trouble if he would, breaking the rules and resulting in banishing. She never thought he'd be afraid of such a thing, but something about the consequences must be horrible.

Emerged in her thoughts she was no longer paying attention, not even when Hecarim started talking once more, going on about the league and it's happenings, and how he saw her game. She was so distracted that she did not notice the high uprooted root that stood before her. She let out a loud yelp as she tripped over it, her face landing right in the mud. Hecarim bursted out in howls of laughter at the sight. With a growl she stood up, wiping away the the dirt that clung to her face. ''Yes, very funny'' she mumbled.

Slowly stopping his chuckles he asked her a question. ''I was wondering where you were living on the isles'' She looked up at him. What would he say? Not that she really cared. ''I live in the mansion that belongs to Thresh, he was the first one that found me when I first got here'' she said, not showing any emotion. The horseman's eyebrow slowly raised up in question. He did not know his friend would allow someone like that into his mansion. He would have to interrogate him later. ''Very well. Is that all you wished to know, maiden?'' he asked.

The woman shook her head. ''Thank you for your time, Shadow of war'' The man nodded politely, not being able to help reflecting her formality. ''Until we meet again, Imprisoner. Be it on the Isles or on the rift'' and with that he took off with incredible speed.

Now having gotten what she came for she decided to return to the mansion, where she would spend the remainder of the day.