"You are... Ao Shin, Terror of The Emtpy Sky." His voice trembled. The voice chuckled, sounding amused at his realization. "And you owe me a great deal boy. Had it not been for me those poisons in your body would've killed you as soon as you took the first step out of that gas cloud. And don't think your sudden boost of energy during your fight with those invaders came from nowhere as well. Also one of many gifts I've bestowed to you."
The Ionian as taken back by all of this. This being has chosen to give him a second chance at life? Why? As customary he stood straight, and bowed to the statue. "You have my thanks Ao Shin, but may I ask why? Why did you choose me, someone of little importance to the world at large? Surely you
had much more of a selection to choose from, as there are many legendary warriors here that are much more powerful than myself." There was a long pause before it responded. "If I had a choice to make any other decisions, then I would have. You were the only suitable being within range of my power, I was not going to take anyone other then an Ionian, so... do not make me regret my choice. I took you here because you were the easiest to connect to with what little power I can release. I can just as easily take the power back if you'd like."
His eyes widened. " So, you saved me, but in doing so now have control over my life? If I was to disagree with you you could easily rip my soul from me? The stories are- " He was cut off as the voice boomed, much louder than it had been before, even shaking loose stone one the ground. "DO NOT THINK SO LITTLE OF ME HUMAN! BLACKMAIL IS A COWARDS TOOL!" The sheer volume knocking the surprised Ionian to the floor. Ao Shin must have paused to collect himself, sighing greatly after a long pause. "I apologize for my anger. It was out of place. What I meant was that there is no need to use such lowly tactics to come to an understanding. And let me rephrase my previous statement as your reaction is understandable. You see, I only healed your wounds to a certain degree, you may not feel it right now but once you leave my effective range your body will most likely feel all the pain I negated. I cannot take your soul nor do I wish to, you'd be less useful if you were dead. What I ask is that you lend me your eyes and ears from time to time, as I cannot leave this forsaken shrine, but you my friend, you can come and go as you choose."
The Ionian fell silent for a time, deep in thought. He stood up dusting himself off before addressing the spirit once more. " You wish to exchange your powers for use of my body? I see it as a fair enough trade, but I have a question. Where do you stand in Ionia? And what "Gifts" have you given me?"
Ao Shin was quick to respond. "Everything I did was for Ionia, to this day my actions have been and will forever be with Ionia at heart. First and foremost. The Gifts I have bestowed upon you aren't much yet. But you can control wind. I merely tapped into energies buried within you, setting your power free. It is up to you to master them, but if you allow me to, I can teach you. Mold you into a powerful warrior capable of turning this war around and send those invaders back to their ships never to return. All you need to do is trust me." Ao Shin reassured the Ionian.
The Ionian looked confident now, finding his answer he approached the shrine, sitting on his knees only a foot in front of it. "Then its settled, in the name of Ionia I accept your offer to teach me. I am now your disciple until you relieve me or I leave of my own accord."
Rushing into this may come back to bite me later on, but I refuse to let my homeland suffer anymore as these monsters rip it apart. And if a monster can help me achieve it, then by all means I will let him drag my soul to the Void if I have to.
The dragon laughed "You will become strong. It will take time, but I will teach you the ancient arts I had once used to defeat entire armies. But not this day. I cannot take care of you, as you need food and water both of which aren't readily available here. Take this candle." As he finished a silver candle pulled itself out from under the many vines near the shrine, quickly floating towards The Ionian as he grasped it firmly with both hands. "Lighting this and meditating will allow me to contact you for brief moments, use it wisely. . You will know if I wish to reach you, as the candle will glow a bright white. And one last thing. Your armor is shattered to pieces, and you no longer have a weapon to protect yourself with. I will give you both. Consider it a final parting gift."
Before the Ionian could even respond he gasped and he was scooped into the air as a large wind column swept him up, stripping any loose pieces of armor he was wearing off him in an instant, replacing it with glistening silver plate armor, which was light and formed tightly around his torso and legs, leaving his arms and shoulders bare. His once burned and broken combat boots were replaced with silver armored boots, but the soles glowed with a light green energy. He expected this armor to weigh a lot but he couldn't feel its weight at all, much to his surprise and he landed softly, he feet making an audible thud as they touch solid ground.
A strong wind blew once more, and forming in his hands were two long silver short swords curving slightly, with jade dragon designs going down the middle of each blade, giving off a slight glow. Their handles were gold wrapped in gray cloth. The two swords quickly vanished, becoming white symbols on the palms of his hands. " I... thank you Ao Shin." The dragon did not respond, instead using the wind to turn him towards the exit, pushing him lightly. "You must go now. Your allies are coming. We will speak again after you recover." The Ionian turned to bow before jogging off, trying to retrace his steps. Alot sooner than he would thought he was nearing the edge of the deep forest he was pulled into, his memory still a little groggy, but he managed to retrace his steps carefully, following
the trail he was dragged through on his way to the temple.
As he neared the clearing were his skirmish was fought, he felt it. It was small at first, but he could definitely feel the burning sensation as he pushed his way through small brush. He nearly stumbled over the Noxian bodies as his vision had become blurry, he held back the screams he wanted to make for the returning pain he thought long gone. He swore he heard the faint sounds of … Voices? "Hello?"
His voice returned, but came out as raspy and broken. He strained his eyes as he stumbled once more, looking for any faces to match the voices he heard. All he could see was a mesh a green and brown now
as everything seemed to blend together. He felt someone grab onto his shoulder, and he immedialty panicked, and in an attempt to shrug off the hand on his shoulder he crashed to the ground with a painful face plant. The last thing that caught his vision were steel toed boots mixed with muffled voices.
Everything faded to black.