Thanks to a review of the most recent chapter I've realized Khar isn't a great character so far. I'm going to try and add to his character as quickly as I can without it feeling forced. I welcome any other criticisms you guys may have because I want this to be a good story.

Anyways, let's get back into the story.

I let out a low groan as I felt the suns rays interrupt my dreams. I threw my blanket over my head, stubbornly trying to return to my slumber.

I waited for my dreams to return but my efforts were pointless. I flung my blanket off of my body and stared at the smooth white ceiling.

"Guess I don't have a choice in the matter," I grumbled as I pushed myself off of my bed. I planted my feet on the ground and hesitated one more time before putting finally standing up. I stretched my arms out as far as they'd go and let out a satisfied sigh.

The second round of the tournament wasn't for another day. The institute still prevented us from knowing who we'd meet in the arena, much to my dismay. If my fight in the first round had taught me anything, it's that I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was.

I spent the weeks prior to the tournament trying to learn the possibilities of my powers rather than keeping my physical self in good shape. Obviously, that had been a mistake. If I would be going head to head with people strong as Acier, I would need to find a way to get even stronger. But how?

My mind thought about my quick thinking during that fight, how I'd put all that energy into my fist. I managed to punch through nearly unbreakable armor with that move. Maybe I could expand on that somehow.

I shook my head, it was too early to try and hone my abilities. I needed to wake up.

I dug through my closet and picked out an outfit for the day. Black jeans, a light blue shirt, my gray jacket, and black sneakers. The style was simple, just the way I liked it.

I inspected myself in the mirror on the wall. It was the first time in a while I had given myself a good look. My shaggy silver hair complemented the icy blue in my eyes. Both went along with my pale skin, which would stay pale no matter how much sunlight it saw. I was never able to avoid my Freljordian appearance, no matter how hard I tried.

And believe me, I tried.

I sat down at a small table in the corner of the cafe. I cupped my hands around the coffee I had purchased and blew on it, attempting to bring down its scalding temperature. I took a small sip, slightly burning my lips. Setting down the drink, I cursed at myself.

The people around me in the cafe were seriously diverse. This was no different from the other groups of people here to see the tournament but still worth noting. I could see the scummy people of Bilgewater conversating with the highborn of Demacia. It was truly a sight to behold.

"Hey, Khar!" A familiar voice said from beside me.

I nearly jumped, I hadn't realized anyone was so close to me. I turned to see Tris looking down at me, a large smile on her face. "That seat taken?"

"Nope, it's all yours." I returned her smile.

She sat down and looked around for a second before turning her attention back to me. Her green eyes lacked the spark they had in training the day before.

"You tired, Tris?" I grinned at her.

"Yeah, I guess training really wore me out." She let out a small laugh.

"I can tell," I looked her up and down with a smirk. "You're wearing the same outfit you wore yesterday."

Her eyes widened as she looked down. "Oh shit, you're right." She put her face in her hands and sighed. "God."

I tensed up as I caught sight of Riven entering the cafe. She noticed me as well, leaving after glaring at me. I shook my head clear of her, worrying about it was a waste of time.

I looked back at Tris. "I mean, it could be worse." I offered as I took a sip of my coffee.

She looked up at the sound of my sipping. "I probably need some coffee too." She mumbled.

I stood up. "I'll get some for you."

"No Khar, you don't have to do that." She protested, but I was already on my way to the counter.

Slowly pushing the door open, I made my way into the training area. After hanging out with Tris for a bit longer, I chose to come back to train without her this time. I didn't need anyone to spar with this time anyway, this training would be a bit different.

I managed to find a small ring I could use. The only occupants were 5 training dummies. 4 were the size of regular people, one was almost as big as my former opponent, Acier. It would suffice.

After throwing my jacket to the ground, I started as I always did. I brought a necessary amount of energy into my body. Once the process was finished I concentrated hard, focusing on my right hand. Before long it began to glow, as it did in the arena. I smirked, I was actually capable of it without the adrenaline.

I looked to the dummy closest to me, one of the normal ones. I brought back my fist and swung it at the dummy. When I made contact with its body though, it wasn't the result I was hoping for.

When my fist my contact, the force of the blow wasn't contained like before. It quite literally blew up in my face.

I managed to land on my feet after being sent in the air, gritting my teeth in frustration. Why didn't it work like last time?

I tried again, the same result. I let out an irritated roar, incapable of understanding my failure.

I sat down on the ground and contemplated for a minute. Before long my mind back to a training session with my Master, a long time ago.

7 Years Ago

"You are not focusing properly." My master patiently told me. "You will never control your power if you cannot focus."

I groaned, looking back at him. "That's what you keep telling me Master but I just can't figure it out."

"Try again." He told me. His aged tan face was only capable of 3 expressions. He was currently flashing his blank expression, the one he always had when lecturing me.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I could feel the energy in my body moving around freely. I had not yet learned to control it. I didn't think it would ever be possible.

The energy moved to my hand as I told it to. I attempted to form a solid ball in my hand, taking it one step at a time. For the 20th time that day, I failed.

I let out an exaggerated shout and punched the tree next to me. The trunk of the tree was shattered by the power of my blow. I stepped back in surprise. I hadn't meant to do it, I wasn't sure how I had even managed it.

"You see, child? The power is there. You must learn to control it." He took a step towards me, hands remaining behind his back. "Your inability to control this power is all in your head, Khar." He touched his finger to his head. "A clear mind is always necessary when mastering a new skill."

I stared at the remains of the tree, feeling determination fill my body. I turned to my master and nodded.

"Again."

Present

I finished clearing my mind, a task that felt unnecessary to me before.

"A clear mind is always necessary when mastering a new skill," I echoed my Master's words.

I stood up, clear headed and more determined than before, and made my way back to the dummy.

I repeated the process, this time with more focus.

Once I felt the energy pulsing in my fist I readied my fist and swung. I made contact with the dummy and the power from the blow blew it to pieces.

Perfect hit.

"I did it!" I threw my fist in the air out of excitement with a smile on my face.

"Very impressive." A sinister voice said to me. I looked to my left to see Yasuo approaching me. "Khar, was it?"

Every muscle in my body tensed at the sight of him. "What do you want?"

He put his hands up defensively. "Woah, woah. No need to get hostile."

"Answer the question, Yasuo."

"I just want to talk."

"What would we possibly have to talk about?" I turned my back to him and picked my jacket up off the ground, slipping into its sleeves.

"You, of course. I've been asking around and I've learned quite a bit about you."

At this point it wasn't possible to be any more tense.

"What did you hear?" I asked, my back still to him.

"Does the name Nkosi ring any bells?"

The name of my master.

Within seconds I had turned around, formed a dagger in my hand, and grabbed Yasuo by the collar. I pointed the dagger at his throat and glared into his eyes.

"Don't speak that name." I warned him. He simply smirked at me and kept speaking.

"What was a Freljordian doing training under an Ionian? Aren't you northerners supposed to be loyal?"

I tightened my grip on his collar. "I suggest you stop talking."

His smirk grew. "Or what? You'll kill me right here? You'll be disqualified."

After hesitating, I let go of his collar and dispersed the dagger from my hand.

"So tell me, which clan did you abandon to chase after Ionian martial arts?"

I kept glaring into his eyes. I wanted nothing than to kill him right then and there.

He glared back with eyes just as intense. "Well, Khar? Or should I say Sn-"

I used the energy in my hands to shove Yasuo away from me. He skidded against the floor and ended up on his side.

Before I could see him get up I made my way out of the training area as quickly as possible.

Next chapter will be long as hell. I plan on doing round 2 and finishing up Khar's backstory in one chapter. We'll see how it goes. Hope you enjoyed! Please tell me what you thought.

-Lance