Ahri's match was about to begin, so she had Ruri wonder around the Institute of War until her return. Ruri didn't explore much as he ended his walk at the main entrance. It was death silent as no one was around, causing Ruri to lay down and nap the day away. Moments later, he senses something unnerving putting him on guard and causing him to face the stairs. Bells could be heard jingling and the noise got louder with every passing second. The first thing that came into sight was a red and black jester hat, but it suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke. Feeling confused, Ruri sat down and looked off in the distance.

"Look...behind you." A demonic voice sounded, and before he could react, Ruri found himself being held by the fur on his back then spun around to face Shaco.

Barking and snarling at the jester, Ruri was not prepare for what was coming next and Shen observing everything knew that too.

"You look angry, but do not fear I have a magic potion to turn that frown upside down." Shaco tells the Blood Moon cub, holding a vial with a skull and cross bones on it. Barking some more, Shaco took the opportunity to shove the bottle into his mouth, emptying the entire container. Ruri starts coughing like crazy, begin changing colors.

"Now watch as I make you disappear." Shaco says before facing Ruri away from the institute then punted the poisoned animal into the air.

"Woo Haa haa Haaaaaa, that guy clearly can't take a joke." He bursts out laughing then skips inside the Institute.

Rocketing through the air, Ruri begins his metamorphosis for the second time. Once again, memories fade and a new Shen is born, this time with white and teal fur with a Star of Life symbol on his head. Barreling through the air, Shen's body finally found the ground with a thump. Landing in a tall grassy patch of earth made it difficult to spot unconscious and barely breathing Shen. Though summoners and champions alike walk pass him without a clue, only one champion managed to take notice of him.

Soraka, the Starchild, who vowed to heal the wounded and save the helpless, was currently in the tall grass inspecting Shen.

"Poor child, what ill fate has befallen on you?" Soraka asks, rubbing his head and diagnosing him at the same time. Taking note of no visible injuries, Soraka tried giving water to him, but this causes Shen to cough up black gunk and blood.

"Poison. What kind of fiend would do such a thing?" She asks in disbelief. An attempt to heal him with herbs failed, even her Wish ability was only able to give him enough strength to stand on his legs before falling back down. Soraka knew it was a poison that had a constant effect on him, so the only possible solution was to extract the toxin itself.

"What a kind soul. As expected of a traveling healer."Shen's mother praises.

"That clown needs to be reported."Father states, crossing his arms.

Shen sat quietly in his surgeon attire, being thankful that his tank attributes were passed on to the smaller Shens.

Soraka bent down then took out a gourd of water and began giving Shen a sip in short intervals. In between drinking, he would occasionally spit up more of Shaco's poison, meaning it was working. This went on for half an hour to a point where Soraka started to notice Shen finally drinking normally.

"I'm happy to see you in high spirits." Soraka tells him, patting his head some more. She finally got a good look into his gold eyes, which glowed with his bright teal coat. The gourd that was bigger then the pup finally gave up its last drop and Soraka took that as a sign that it was time to leave. But before she could stand back up, a sudden sense of caution came over her as she started having thoughts of what could happen if he was left alone. The most distinctive image was him being impounded for some odd reason. Through what she learned from the major cities around Runeterra, an animal with a item to show that it has an owner was to be caged and euthanized. Bothered by this strange feeling, Soraka decided to take off one of her armbands and places it around his neck.

"That should be good. Just be careful about what you eat next time." With that Soraka walks away.

It wasn't long before Shen followed but the massive set of stairs would prove to be a challenge. Luckily, Soraka had an appealing herbal scent that Shen was very fond of.

Soraka was called for a match and decided to prepare early, because of her habit of helping those in need on the road tends to take time. It wasn't long before she took another detour as Ahri hollered through the halls in a worried fit.

"Ruri! Ruri!

"What is troubling you, Ahri?"

"My small, fluffy Ruri is missing!"

"Small...Fluffy? Ah, there was a teal cub with gold eyes at the base of the Institute. I think it was a dog or perhaps a wolf. Either way that might've..."

"Not even close. But look out for a blue-eyed...Actually just called out his name. Ruri. Got it?"

"Of course. Ruri."

"Are you sure you got it?"

"Yes, yes. I understand."

Ahri was shaking Soraka in panic then searched some more. Soraka was indeed sharing grief for a worried caretaker, but the upcoming match had to be the main focus for now.

Shen's father returned from his meditation just to ask,"Is Shen still on the stairs?"

"Yes, but he is certainly doing his best."

Surgeon Shen just laid on the ground collecting his thoughts, because he couldn't take the weak image of himself being projecting for his family to see.

Hours have gone by and Soraka's match ended in victory. Feeling exhausted, she decided to retreat to the Lotus Garden of Ionia to catch her breath. Leaving the Institute, Soraka unknowingly walked past Shen and headed towards the port that went to Southern Ionia. Shen taking notice of the new scent trail spots her and begins his descent back down the unforgiven stairs.

Soraka reaching the port then boarding on a ship to Ionia: Shen well behind in reaching his savior. Without a second thought, he jumps into the Guardian's Sea, but his small body couldn't handle the waves as he was washed up on shore. His efforts did grabbed the attention of another champion who just happened to be passing by, but whether or not she was willing to help was another story.