Alright, bro's. There may be a huge issue with the new chapter.
Not exactly sure why, but I am seriously conflicted on how I want things to go down.
I figured how I want things to go with Pinwheel, but Damn am I conflicted on how I want things to go with Reah and her gang. On the one hand, they aren't that important to the Dark Souls story at all, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal to kill them off. But on the other hand, trying to expand their characters a bit could also be a fun way to go about it.
Also, with Petrus there with them, this could potentially be the first time the prophet has to take an actual persons life, which would be a huge deal for his character. With all this in mind, the choice of what to do with this next chapter became a bit of a head scratcher for me. (Why the hell is writing a chapter about character who don't freaking matter to the overall game so hard?)
So decided that maybe I should just take it easy and try and write something else for a sec, just to clear my head and think things over a bit more.
And so this little random story kinda happened. Hope you guys enjoy it. :)
While I'm at it, I think I'll reply to a few comments from you guys.
Soulbow109-Nice chapter ,though I got to say I am a bit disappointed in the lack of a 'FUS RO DOH' since I expected it to happen. Still I think you did a good job with the dragon fight. Nice spells too, since the prophet can't use them too casually yet I think they are alright for now. I loved the whole 'it will be a magical evening.' part that Velka did lol. Well at least there is a nice reward waiting at the end of this event, though I am surprised to hear that Velka can cook, or can she? Is this going to be one of those moments where the food ends up looking like some kinda monstrosity and tasting like death? Also I wonder how he is going to explain this to the guys? Look forward to seeing what idea you have for the whole Velka/Anna situation. Any chance you can say which anime inspired you though?
Also got a bit of an idea for a spell. Do you think it would be possible to do a sort of laser spell? Its heat and light like fire so perhaps if one condensed fire and had enough control one can create a sort of piercing attack with fire. A concentrated attack would be good I believe. A large and small variation would be possible. For the small the MC can shoot from his fingers like a pretend gun. The large can be fired like a Kamehameha. Just sounds like a cool idea to me.
My Response- Thanks, bro. Was kinda nervous about that fight, but I'm glad I made it enjoyable for you. :)
As for the whole, Velka thing I just want to say that I have noooo idea how I'm going to pull that whole date thing off. Like, zero. Kinda just watched a bunch of different anime and then I couldn't get the hilarious idea of Velka and prophet on a date in Lordran out of my head, so I kinda just went with it. (No regrets, bro.)
As for your spell idea, I've been asked questions like this before and I want to say that I don't think a pyromancy laser attack would be very dark souls like. But I do think that an ability like that might work pretty well as a sorcery. I mean, the moonlight butterfly has a beam attack, so I guess its not to far fetched of an idea. But I do think that giving the prophet something like that might be putting him right on the edge of overpowered. I'll put a bit thought into it, bro.
LIGHTNINGCHEGG- perfect just perfect and about the date. wouldn't it be nice when it comes to that chapter for the prophet to be taken by the giant crow without warning leaving Oscar somewhat speechless as our local sunbro calls after him, then prophet gets dropped off in some castle balcony with velka sitting at a table lit by candles and a sunset in the distance?
My Response- You sir, are a comedy genius. I seriously can't help but smile whenever I read this review. :)
Titoneitor2.0- Ok you're going to do the Velka/Anna thing, but what about Priscilla? Even halfbreeds need some love too XD. Btw great chapter as always and I hope we can see the next one soon!
My response- Whoa, whoa, whoa. When I said I think I figured out how I'm going the whole Velka/Anna situation, I didn't mean that I was going the harem route. Velka/Anna was just referring the whole love interest thing as a whole, bro.
Guest- Honestly... I don't thing it's as good as before.
I did not said much before, but now it's clear as water, I'm getting some serious romantic plot tumor vibe from this. More than three chapters for that, this is getting real old, real fast. There is a difference between development, and waste. As harsh as it sounds, I have to be honest with you, it was a waste, there was nothing noteworthy.
'"But there was the dragon, and the magic tutorial", yeah no, screw that, it was long as hell, boring, the tutorial was just bad. The prophet now spill the bean, put himself directly in a bad situation, the complete opposite of what he ever did before this chapter. Needless tutorial are needless, things would have gone better if he went alone.
Oh, and you put anime humor on top of it. That's even worse writing. This has nothing to do there, let alone a Dark Souls story. Or a serious story. You don't. Ever.
And just you know, before thousand of annoying persons who can't make the difference between a critic and a flame attacks me for not worshiping what they like, I'm being critical, because I love in fact this story, I dislike there this is going, think this is a bad turn, and because you deserve honestly.
My Response- After re-reading the last few chapters myself, I completely understand what you mean when you say that things seem to drag on for a bit. That was a huge fault on my part, since chapter 17 and 18 were originally supposed to be one big chapter. But since it was almost two months since I updated, I kinda rush out part of it as its own chapter. So I don't blame you if you feel like they were kinda similar.
Also, I actually appreciate reviews like this one, bro. And I welcome honest outside opinions on the story's direction. (Also, that will be the last time I rush out, bro.)
Alrighty, that's all for comments guys. Hope this keeps the flame in you guys alive until I figure out how the hell I'm gonna deal with this whole Reah thing.
Please remember that this was made just for fun, guys. So feel free to ignore it completely if you want.
Hope you enjoy.
"R...un...Velka..." the prophet said in a hoarse voice, unable to move a single muscle. "...w-wasn't...enough..forget about m-..me.."
Velka's heart crumbled at hearing this. Even with his body in complete shambles, he was still worried about whether she would be harmed or not. However, this sadness soon turned to overwhelming anger as her mind turned toward the creature who did this to him. She was going to make this beast suffer.
As the dragon suddenly roared loudly, Velka reached out and spoke a few word to the prophets mind.
"Rest easy now, prophet. You have fought well, but I shall take things from here."
Not waiting for him to give a response, Velka laid the prophet against the rock wall and turned back to the now scarred beast of legend and spoke in a threatening monotone.
"Now, foolish monstrosity, allow me to show you what happens when you lay hands on my prophet."
Burned halfway to death, the last thing the prophet saw as his vision began to fade and his eyelids began to fall was toxic sludge drooling from the dragons mouth and flames as dark as night ignite in both Velka's hands.
And that was the last he knew of consciousness.
Bright.
The first thing that he thought as his eye's slowly began to open was that everything seemed so damn bright.
"Ugh, what the hell?" Kaylen groaned as he raised his hand to shield his eye's from the suns blinding rays.
After giving his vision a moment to clear, he was surprised to find that he was no longer at the cliff where the Undead dragon resided. Now he was sitting in a damp, swampy area with a shallow creek flowing off to his side.
Standing up, he continued to examine his new surroundings in a confused manner.
"This...doesn't look like any place in Lordran." the prophet thought to himself before something crossed over in front of him.
It was a somewhat large, green crab creature that was almost big enough to reach his knee's. It barely took notice of him in the slightest as it simply strode past in a passive manner. The prophet knew he knew the name of this creature. It was on the very tip of his tongue, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't find the word that matched the image. Gnawing at the edge of his mind, he knew that once he remembered what it was that he would feel like an idiot for not remembering it sooner.
Wanting to take a closer look at the small creature, the prophet took a single step forward.
SHINK STAB
Right before the prophet could finish his sentence, a two daggers suddenly shot seemingly out of nowhere and stabbed into the small patch of earth directly at his feet.
Now on his guard, Kaylen took a few hasty steps back and began scanning the area to see where the blades had come from. He found nothing that seemed to stick out until a voice suddenly called out.
"Well, well, well..." a soft, feminine voice suddenly said, causing the prophet to look upward to see a human figure perched up on a high branch above him.
The figure then began to gracefully jump down from branch to branch, until it landed on a rock a few feet away from him. When the figure stood at full height and with a bit of sunlight shining down upon it, the prophet was able to see what, or rather who it was.
The figure turned out to be a woman, probably in her late twenties or early thirty's, with long scarlet red hair and a scar running through her left eye. She was wearing a skin tight black leather pants with armored high heeled boots. Around both of her thighs as well as her waist were three belts filled with what appeared to be daggers and large throwing knives. There was also a sheathed sword strapped to the left side of her waist, as well as an identical one on her back. As well as some sort of black leather jacket with bit of armor here and there.
Twirling a sinister pair of swords in her hands, she spoke in a calm manner.
"What do we have here?" the woman said.
The prophet actually stared with wide eyed in surprise at who was standing in front of him right now.
"Wha-? But-? Katarina?" the prophet stuttered out. "Your here? But-? What?"
At this, the red headed woman raised an eyebrow.
"Well now, aren't you a smart boy." She said. "Recognizing the number one assassin in Noxus? In my line of work, that's a problem."
The prophet, turning his gaze away from her for but a moment, looked at his surrounding in a new light, confirming what suspected was going on. He then turned back towards the red headed assassin.
"Well, If I am where I think I am right now, then something tells me that I'm dealing with a much bigger issue than knowing who you are." the prophet responded as he glanced at the small creek and the large bug creature who walk past them passively with knew recognition. "Yep. A much bigger issue."
"And what exactly would that be?" Katarina asked.
The prophet shrugged his shoulders before giving a response.
"Well, Its nothing that you have to worry about, but lets just say I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." the prophet said with a sigh. "Anyway, I don't want to fight you, Katarina. I actually only want to talk. So can you please not throw anymore of those tiny knives at me."
"Sorry, hon. But appealing to my more civil side isn't gonna get you anywhere in a match." Katarina said, twirling her other sword in her hand. "Anyway, don't take any of this personally, I'm just doing my job here. Getting rid of the competition, that is."
Looking at his surrounding once more and taking a moment to think things over, the prophet spoke calmly and clearly.
"Match, huh? So I take that to mean that this is Summoners Rift and a massive death match is happening right now?" the prophet said slowly reaching towards his side. "Well, if that's the case, I guess got no choice no choice but to join in on the fu-"
Moving his hand along his hip to retrieve his weapons, the prophet was surprised to find that the magic satchel was no longer on his person. Repeatedly putting his hand to his hip and searching, he had only succeeded in making himself look like a blubbering idiot.
Seeing this, Katarina smiled sinisterly, even chuckled for emphasis as she raise both her weapons in a fighting stance.
"Heh, having a bit of trouble?" the assassin mocked.
Realizing he had no weapons to fight with, the prophet look at Katarina with a look that plainly said "Oh, shit, this is bad.", before putting on a nervous smile and speaking.
"You know what, Katarina, after careful consideration, I think it would be better if we just talked this over." the prophet said as he tried to discreetly tried to find someway to escape or fight. His eye's falling on the two daggers she threw at his feet. "I mean, there's really no reason we have to fight each other anyway, right?"
The red haired assassins smile grew at this comment.
"Nice try, kid, but I'm afraid that's not enough to convince me not to kill you. Your obviously a new champion brought by the Summoners, and while I absolutely hate when they bring new fighters during an official match, its best if I get rid of you now rather than let you become a problem later." the assassin grinned. "Now...let the bloodshed begin!"
As soon as Katarina lifted her blade, the prophet was already moving to grab the twin daggers.
In a flash of red light, the assassin vanished and reappeared directly behind the prophet with one of her blades raised to cut through the back of his neck. Just as his life was about to meet a swift end, the prophet grabbed both daggers from the ground and, moving on pure instinct alone, turned and swinging blindly at his attacker, catching her blade with his.
There was a small pause as both warriors took in the look of the others eye's, hers tensed and experienced, his firm and calculating. Then with a swift movement, both fighters attack with four rapid strikes. Each blow ringing out loudly as it stopped the attack of the other. For a few moments, this flurry of counter blows continued without pause. As they attacked, dodged and moved faster and faster, it almost seemed as if they were both performing a deadly dance of blade. As this continued, small cuts could be seen appearing on both their body's.
But then...
CLANG
Katarina delivered a powerful blow that forced one of the blades the prophet held from his hand and sent it flying through the air. Causing him to go wide eyed as Katarina wasn't no time in capitalizing on this opening, quickly thrusting one of her blades towards his chest, ready to pierce his heart.
"YOUR MINE!" Katarina said aloud
FWOOSH
"NOT YET!" the prophet said as he ignited his free hand in a bright flame and slammed it into the assassins exposed skin.
BOOM
The moment his hand touched her flesh a large explosion sent her flying backward before landing roughly on the ground. Having been through much worse than this, Katarina used the small momentum her body carried and nimbly rolled backwards onto her feet.
The blow had actually made it difficult for her to catch her breath at the moment, but she was by no means finished.
The prophet, knowing that he wouldn't be able to fight her off with one blade, tossed his remaining dagger he had to the ground and summoned a fireball in each of him hands. Ready to take whatever attacked she'd throw at him.
"Well, your just full of surprises, aren't you. However..." she said as she sheathed her swords to her back and pulled several throwing knives from her belt. "Its time to stop playing games."
This comment actually got a chuckle out of the prophet.
"I really wish you knew how ironic that sounded." the prophet laughed.
Both warriors then stood eyeing each other. Each one waiting for the other to make a move. But then the unexpected happened...
BOOSH
A ball of flame suddenly struck the assassin from behind, burning and forcing her off balance.
"RAAAAHH!" a voice suddenly screamed out in rage.
Before she could react in any way, what appeared to be a figure warped entirely in flame rushed forward and struck her with two powerful strikes to her face, scorching her skin with each strike. Katarina, quickly regaining her posture from this, growled in anger at this surprise attack and disappeared once more in a flash of red, attempting to put some distance between her and her attacker.
Unfortunately, this caused her to make the mistake of taking her eye's off the prophet.
"Oh, no you don't!" the prophet screamed as her charged forward as soon as he identified the assassins flash of red.
The moment she appeared he was already directly in front of her, leaving her only enough time for a silent curse before the prophet sent a punch directly to her abdomen, knocking the wind from her body. Quickly following up on this, he slammed his hand into the side of her face and held it in place.
BOOM
The explosive discharged that followed jarred her mind and forced her to the ground, making her unable to focus her thoughts and making her vision fade in and out of darkness. Even so, she slowly rolled onto her knee's as she choked and coughed, trying to regains her senses and take in any amount of air she could.
She didn't get long to gather herself however, as the burning figure charged forward, grabbed the assassin by her long, red hair and yanked it backward. Katarina had only a brief moment to cry out in pain, before the figure used its claws to rip through her throat.
The prophet actually flinched from this and turned his gaze away as blood drained from the assassins now gaping throat and she gave her last few breaths. The figure released a heavy sigh before releasing the assassins hair and standing on its feet. Turning around, the wave of flame disappeared from its body, allowing the prophet to see the person clearly.
It was a woman, for the most part anyway. She had bright fiery red hair, as if it had been spun from fire. In dramatic contrast, her skin was a light blue, mirroring the color of the morning sky and her eye's burned a bright amber, as if they were forged in the flames of the center of the earth.
She walked towards him with a cold, emotionless look on her face. Standing in silence for a moment as she sized him up before speaking in a threatening tone.
"Who are you?" the woman demanded to know.
The prophet didn't back down in the slightest from this. In fact, he returned her glare with one of his own.
"Shyvana." the prophet said. "Real funny meeting you here."
Her eye's darkened at hearing him speak her name.
FWOOSH
Her hand suddenly burned brightly, taking on a a much more fierce appearance as the flames curled and formed into a very distinct draconic claw.
"I said who are you?"
The prophet held her gaze, not flinching in the slightest at her threatening demeanor.
"Easy, shy. I'm may not have anything to do with Noxus, but I definitely don't like being threatened." the prophet said to her with a small glare. "So lets just dial it back a bit, before one of us does something we both regre-"
KER-BOOM
Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed throughout the forest, sending birds hastily flying through the tree's and a large cloud of dust through the sky not far from them.
"What the hell was that?" the prophet said aloud, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.
Barely even acknowledging he said anything, Shyvana took off through the swamp. Already a good distance ahead, before the prophet could even get another word out.
"HEY, WAIT." Kaylen said, surprised by how fast she was able to cover ground.
With that, the prophet turned towards the direction of the dust cloud and with the Half Dragon holding a big lead ahead of him and began charging through the swampy forest.
Bounding through the muddy terrain and thick vegetation should have tired him out fairly quickly, but as he actually began to slowly gain ground on Shyvana, it quickly became apparent that something about him had changed for the better.
As they both moved forward, the two appeared to be polar opposites. Shyvana sprinted through the forest with her fist clenched tightly, her body feeling nothing as she charged through outstretched tree branches and thorny vines. The prophet on the other hand, ran in a low, cat-like stance, his eye's scanning the area trying keep an eye out for any enemies that might try to ambush them.
What the prophet didn't know was that ever since his untimely arrival, his every move was being monitored by a group of people in a dark room through what seemed to be orbs made up of purple and blue energy that showed everything that's happening in the forest.
There were five people in the chamber, each shrouded in identical cloaks of purple and gold trimmings. Each of them holding a sphere of magic in their hands, and could see what was happening. While some of them were focused on separate battles between several different warriors in different parts of the forest, a couple of them focused their sights on what was happening on the strange man in rags.
And at the moment, these orbs were being examined by a sixth individual in the room, who seemed older that the other five and was also wearing a hooded cloak as well, with the small difference that his was a shade of dark blue.
"Hmm, very interesting." the man in blue stated, his voice old and wise.
"As you can see, High Summoner, this interloper has interfered with the competition and tipped the scales in an unfair manner." a young woman who was holding one of the sphere's said.
Yes, so I have noticed, Summoner Amelia." the old man replied.
"High Summoner, this man is not a registered combatant in this battle." another man holding a sphere said. "If he continues interfering and defeats more champions, then the match itself may not have a definitive winner and if that happens, neither Demacia, nor Noxus will be pleased."
At this, the old man put a thumb to his chin as he thought things over for a moment.
"Hmm, this man has appeared during an official match by means we do not know of. If there is such a way for either Demacia or Noxus to accomplish this, then we must discover it and remedy this issue immediately." the old man mused. "For now, conduct a sweep of the rift for any abnormalities. If there is even a single blade of grass is out of place, I want to know about it. Also, continue to monitor this newcomers actions, do no attempt to interfere."
There was a round of confused looks on every Summoners face, before Summoner Amelia spoke once again, this time in a panicked tone.
"But High Summoner, this stranger was capable of holding his ground against Katarina, meaning he holds a considerable level of skill, and now he travels alongside the half dragon. If he ends up choosing to aid Demacia, then Noxus may decide that we chose to favor their rivals in this. Things could become very bad, very soon."
"Let me worry about those blowhards, young one. And please note that it is not my intention to allow him to become victorious, I simply wish to observe his battle prowess and any abilities he may have. Should the situation get out of hand, then I will personally step in a stop the battle myself." the high Summoner explained. "Now, lets take a seat and watch the proceedings. Watching a new warrior at work is always exciting."
The Summoners, though still in doubt of his decision, obliged to their superiors orders. Now all they had to do was watch and wait.
At the speed they ran, it took the two only a few minutes to reach the origin of the explosion. The only thing that stood in their way now was a dense thicket of light brown vegetation that looked as if it was made for a person to hide in.
Shyvana gave the man an annoyed look once she realized he had followed her.
"Alright, so I'm assuming that this is mid lane, right?" the prophet said. "I really hope there's not a Fizz, Ahri or Zed on the their side of this brush. Because if their is, I might not be much help here."
Suddenly, as if in response to the prophets words, an arrogant yet somewhat familiar voice spoke aloud.
"Ha, Ha, ya hear that? Deaths knocking." the voice taunted.
At hearing this, Shyvana and the prophet charged head first through the thicket and out the other side.
Standing a small distance away were four individuals, three males and one female. The prophet recognized each and every one as soon as his gaze fell upon then.
To his left stood a young man who wielded a sword almost as big as his entire body, wearing large blue and gold pauldrons on his shoulders and a stern gaze on his face. Next to him stood a equally young looking, blonde female holding onto a small wand that seemed to radiate a bright rainbow of colors, though the big difference between them was that she seemed to be holding her side as a large streak of red stained her white dress.
"Garen and Lux. Finally, some people who won't try to murder me on sight." the prophet thought to himself. "But it looks like they might need some help."
To his right stood a much more menacing pair of men. One wielding an axe that looked as if could split a person down the middle with ease. The other held a pair of rotating of axe's in each of his hands that, though intimidating, appeared to be more for showing off than actual battle.
"Darius and Draven." the prophet thought again as he looked back and for the between the two groups. "That big boom must have been Lux's ult. But judging by how Darius and Draven don't seemed to be hurt, it must missed and they counterattacked. Not a good situation for them."
That was the last thought the prophet had before Garen and Darius both gripped their weapons tightly and charged forward.
"DEMACIA!" Garen screamed as he charged toward his nemesis.
Clashing in a whirlwind of steel, the two attacked each other relentlessly with neither giving a single foot of ground. It appeared that the two warrior were evenly matched.
It was then that Draven threw his spinning blades, one after the other, directly at the two battling titans. Darius, quickly recognizing the sound of his brothers blades coming towards him, crouched to a low knee and let the blades fly over his head and directly into his foe.
Garen, caught completely unaware of the incoming attack until his enemy took a hasty knee, just barely managed to raise his blade in time to stop the axe's from ripping into him.
CLANG CLANG
The sound of steel striking steel rang loud and true as Draven's axes hit Garen's blade and ricocheted high into the air, landing right back in his hands as he gave a small laugh.
Trying to focus on two target at once, the might of Demacia had to quickly shift his stance to prepare for the coming onslaught. Though little could prepare him for the towering form of Darius, who waited for the perfect moment before launching himself high in the air with his axe raised high above his head.
Garen could only gasp sharply as Darius sent his blade crashing down upon him, cleaving his head in two with a sickening crunch.
Lux looked at her brothers corpse with tears forming in her eye's. This was only made worse as Darius coldly kicked Garen's unmoving body off his blade and turned his attention toward her.
"Ha, one down, one to go." Draven laughed
Darius, ever the silent warrior, merely grunted at his brothers mockery.
"You bastards!" Lux screamed as she weakly threw a small sphere of light at the two brothers.
Seeing this meager attack coming from a mile away, the two merely turned their body's sideways, letting the sphere pass by harmlessly.
"Pathetic." Darius said in a hate filled tone.
Seeing the state of the blonde Demacian filled both Kaylen and Shyvana with a burning hatred for the Noxian pair.
Then, with a smug grin on his face, Draven began to rotate one of his blades, sending a clear message that he was ready to finish this. Of course, he couldn't do this without giving her one final comment.
"You know, you should be grateful." Draven said arrogantly. "You get to die at the hands of Draven!"
With that, Draven hurled both his whirling blade at the Lux's kneeling form.
With her injuries, Lux could do nothing but watch helplessly as the whirling death came flying toward her. Shutting her eye's tightly at the last moment, she didn't even notice as a man came from seemingly out of nowhere, began running towards her.
With the blades closing in at high speeds, the prophet charged forward as fast as he could, grabbing the magus's crouched form and moving her body out of their path. As they sped past the two, the whirling blades suddenly reversed their direction and, inevitably, returned back to the executioners hands.
With the sound of spinning steel still ringing in her ears, Lux quickly opened her eye's to see that she was now in the arms of some man she'd never seen before.
"Wha?" Lux said in surprise. "Who are you?"
The prophet gave a halfway glance at the blonde woman before speaking.
"Now's not really the time for introductions. Just know that I'm on your side." was his simple reply said before turning his attention back towards Draven. "I'm gonna go deal with these guys. Be back in a few."
At this, the prophet slowly released Lux's injured body, careful not to agitate her wound any further.
Draven didn't even give Lux a moment to process Kaylen's words before speaking once again.
"Ha, looks like more Demacian weaklings have come to bit the du-"
BOOM
Lux with her mind focused on the man in front of her, was more than slightly caught off guard when a large, slightly armored dragon suddenly rushed forward in an explosive burst of flame and like a freight train rammed into Draven's body, sending the Noxian flying backward, slamming into a large tree off to the side.
"GRAAAAAAHH!" Shyvana roared loudly before she pounced upon Draven's body and tore him limb from limb.
"NO!" Darius shouted loudly as he watched his brothers demise.
Before the Hand of Noxus could attempt to give his brother aid, the prophet ran forward and grabbed the fallen Garen's Greatsword from the ground.
"WRONG WAY, DARIUS!" the prophet shouted as he raised the blade high over his head.
Through countless battles and experiences, Darius's body moved instinctively to deflect the incoming blow, catching it on the handle of the axe and forcing it back before sending out three strikes of his own. The prophet blocked every attack, but with the absolute strength behind every blow, he was immediately put on the defensive.
It took only three blows for the prophet to realize he wasn't going to win this fight by normal means. The look of anger in the Noxian's eye's and the way he seamlessly threw that huge axe of his in a chain of blow after blow, made that very clear to him. Which gave him only one attack that he knew would take this monster down.
FWOOSH-BOOM
Quickly igniting his hand and placing it against Darius's armor, the prophet caused a small explosion that caused the hand of Noxus to skid backwards, giving himself some space. It was a bit surprising to see that this monster of a man was barley even breathing hard. But he quickly got over this little shock.
Then, with a grin on his face the prophet spoke in an almost cocky tone.
"Heh, I've always wanted to do this." the prophet said as he turned the large sword downward.
Realizing exactly what he planning to do, Darius charged forward with his axe ready to cleave the prophets head from his body. But even with his hulking form charging towards him, the prophets grin only widened.
"JUSTICE!" the prophet shouted as he raised the blade high, causing it to glow with a golden aura.
"RAAAGH!" Darius screamed.
At that moment, both fighters stood on the precipice of death. Time seem to slow as both recognized that, for better or for worse, the fatal blow was about to be dealt. It was only a matter of who would reach who first. Until-
"ENOUGH!"
Both warriors literally froze where they were. A blue aura around each of their bodies, holding them perfectly in place. Darius held his blade inches away from the prophets throat and the prophet held Garen's blade in the ground as a colossal blade of ethereal energy froze just a few inches above the hand of Noxus's body.
"This match is cancelled until further notice." a voice said plainly through the minds of all.
Before anyone could register the situation further, a bright flash of light suddenly blinded everyone and after a short moment, they were all gone.
Mere moments later, the prophet was opening his eye's slowly and noticed that he was no longer on the rift battling Darius. He was now alone inside a very large and finely decorated room.
"Oh, great. Now where the hell am-"
"Ah, there you are, stranger." a voice suddenly called out in the prophets mind. "Good. I had feared that since you had not been summoned to the rift by normal means that recalling you in such a manner may have displaced you to an unknown location, but it seems to only have taken you to my quarters."
"What the heck?" the prophet asked. "Who is this and where am I right now?"
In response to this question, a blue portal suddenly appeared in the middle of the room directly in front of him.
"What is-" the prophet started.
"This gateway will take you directly to my current location." the voice said. "Please proceed through it with haste. I believe it is time for us to have a chat with one another."
The prophet eyed the blue gateway for a moment before complying with the voices requests.
Once he stepped through, the prophet found himself standing in the middle of a very large and simple looking room, adorned with shelves upon shelves filled with books and scrolls of various size. With a large table centered in the middle, with nine individuals sitting around it.
On one side sat the intimidating forms of Darius, Draven, Katarina and a fourth individual who carried a crow upon on his shoulder. The prophet recognized him as Swain, the current leader of Noxus.
On the other side sat Garen, Lux, Shyvana and another individual who wore a golden set of armor that was adorned with bones and scales of creatures unknown. The prophet recognized him as Jarven IV, the future king of Demacia.
In between both groups stood an old man cladded in a dark blue cloak. The hood of the cloak was down, revealing his bald head, a very long grey beard and a friendly smile on his face. Though he seemed like a pretty standard old man, the prophet could tell from a glance that he was a lot more than his appearance lead on.
"Hello, stranger. Its nice to formally meet you." the old man said politely. "My name is High Summoner Alistair. I head the institute of war and the actions of the League itself. Allow me to introduce you to-."
"Garen, Lux, Shyvana, Jarven, Darius, Draven, Katarina and Swain." the prophet interrupted as his gaze fell over each person he named. "I already know who you all are."
This earned him suspicion looks from everyone in the room.
"How strange." Jarven said. "I do not believe I recall our meeting one another."
"There is no need to play the fool, Jarven. Its obvious from his actions that this man is an agent of Demacia." Swain said before turning to the old man. "These cowards have broken the agreement of fair play with the institute. On these grounds, we move for automatic victory."
"You dare accuse Demacia of treachery? You, who would stab an ally in the back if it meant gaining more power?" Jarven spoke.
"Hmm, be that as it may, he does hold a point, Jarven." the High Summoner said. "This man seemed very inclined to aid Demacia during the battle, even going so far as to risk his life to save one of your champions. Knowing this, I see little reason to deny his claim to victory."
At this moment, the prophet decided to chime in with his thoughts.
"Well, that completely ludicrous." Kaylen said.
"Oh? Do you have something to add to the matter then, stranger?" the High Summoner asked
"Yes, I do. I think that giving Noxus a victory on those ground is ridiculous." the prophet explained. "I helped Demacia because they were at least willing to gave me a chance to explain myself before trying to kill me. Also, Shyvana didn't know who I was and only helped me due to the fact that it was beneficial to her team. With this in mind, using the fact that I helped them is circumstantial at best. It could just as easily be said that Noxus planted me there and told me to help Demacia to create distrust with the institute."
"He's right. Your argument against us is moot at best, Swain." Garen added
At this comment, swains eye's seems to grow with in a smug light. The prophet couldn't help but think that the Noxian tactician had been expecting the situation to turn in this direction.
"Is that right? Then who is this fool, exactly? Why is he here? How did he get onto the rift seemingly without anyone's knowledge?" Swain questioned.
All eye's were then set on Kaylen as both sides sat in anticipation of what his answer would be. The prophet, suspecting that Swain was less interested in who he was and more focused on finding out how he got onto the rift, decided that he wasn't willing to give him the answers he sought .
"You know, I have to thank you for that wonderfully antagonistic questioning of yours, Swain." the prophet started. "As will probably find out, I'm unrefined, cocky and the names Kaylen. I'm also crude, dangerous and extremely sarcastic. I'd recommend reading all the warning labels beforehand so that you'll know what your in for when talking to me, broski."
At this, though they tried to hide it, thin smiles could be seen across Draven, Katarina and Lux's face.
"Heh, I like this kid." Katarina said with a smile and crossing her arms.
"Aw, thanks. I like me too, Kat." the prophet said with a smile of his own. "No hard feeling about killing you, right?"
"Not at all, kid." Katarina said with a sinister look in her eye. "With luck, maybe I'll get to return the favor."
The prophet gave a smug glare at this.
"Aw, you Noxian's. Always making death threats you can't keep." the prophet responded.
The High Summoner was somewhat annoyed by this turn of the conversation.
"Enough. Both of you." the High Summoner said. "Kaylen I would grateful if you would inform me of how you ended up on the rift."
The prophet already had a reasonably good idea of how he should play this situation out. So putting his thumb to his chin in mock thought, he spoke.
"Sure thing. But for the purpose protecting this knowledge from others, could I speak to you about it alone, High Summoner?" the prophet asked politely. "Not saying any names, but I don't think we want any evil man-bird hybrids getting any funny idea's."
Swain didn't take a liking to this idea.
"Unacceptable. Noxus demands answers on this matter." Swain said
"I would recommend that you remember that this is not Noxus, Swain. You will make no demands here." the High Summoner said, giving off a much more dangerous aura than before, telling all that this conversation was not up for debate. "Now would you all kindly allow me and sir Kaylen a moment alone."
Swain glared at the High Summoner for a few moments, before complying. One day he would be sure to make the old fool suffer, but while he was inside the institute of war he had to play nice.
"Aw, poor Swains not gonna get his way. Let me play you a sad song on the worlds smallest violin." the prophet mocked as he began rubbing his thumb and middle finger together.
Though no one noticed it, Swains grip on his cane slightly tightened at this comment, though he did not act on his anger as he proceeded to comply with the High Summoners demands.
As everyone walked past the prophet and towards the door behind him, each champion had subtle little reactions.
Jarven gave him a look that made it seem as if he was attempting to figure him out a bit further, Garen gave him a relaxed passing glance that said very little, Shyvana gave a look that was a mixture of a glare and wary curiosity and Lux gave a small smile as she walked by, almost as if she meant to give him a wordless "good luck".
Of course, the Noxian reaction was, more or less, what he expected it to be.
Swain didn't even spare a passing glance towards him, but as he passed by the prophet couldn't help but feel a small shiver roll down his spine. In fact, this feeling was so strong that the prophet had to consciously stop himself from igniting a fireball in both his hands. Draven only gave a smug grin as he passed, Darius remained stone-faced, giving nothing away of how he felt towards him and Katarina settled for a casual wink of her eye and a smile that seemed more threatening than pleasant.
With everyone out of the room, only the prophet and the old man remained.
"Now that we are alone, please tell me how you managed to get onto the rift without any notice." the High Summoner demanded to know.
"Oh, that? I have no idea." the prophet said simply. "I just kinda woke up there."
The High Summoner gave a look of confusion before he spoke his next words.
"What do you mean you woke up there? The rift is protected by the most ancient and powerful spells ever created, every square inch of its land is protected by active glyphs and countermeasures." the High Summoner said. "The only way to set foot upon it is if one was summoned there."
The prophet, honestly not knowing how he got there, didn't feel like this conversation would make any progress.
"Look, I don't know how I got here, but I don't really think that matters. Not that it matters to you all here, but I was in the middle of something important before I ended up here. So I can't stay here." the prophet said, not forgetting about the others he left behind in Lordran. "Can you please send me back to the world I was in before?"
At this, the High Summoner gave a look of further confusion, before placing a hand to his chin in thought.
"So you were brought here through means you do not understand? How strange." the High Summoner said. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid that the spell Summoners use to make contact with other worlds only summons beings to our world, it doesn't send them back."
"Wait, you mean I'm stuck here?!" the prophet said in disbelief. "How the hell are you powerful enough to reach into other worlds and pull someone out, but not strong enough to send them back?"
"We have never had a need to send outworlders back to wence they came, since they usually tend to choose stay here." the High Summoner said.
This explanation caused the prophet to actually look down at his feet in agitation and sorrow. While it was true that Lordran was a hellhole that housed the most soul crushing circumstances, he certainly didn't want to abandon all his friends and allies he had made. The realization that he had just been suddenly forced here with no way of going back filled him with an odd disgust with himself. He knew that, however small, a part of him was glad that he was, suddenly and without warning, freed from the enormous responsibility he had to carry there.
It was then that the High Summoner decided to speak up once more.
"So I suppose that only thing to for us do is create a counter spell of our own." he said
Hearing this, both the prophets ears and eye's shot upward.
"But I thought you said-"
"I said that we have never had a need to send outsiders back. I never said that we couldn't attempt to create a return spell. I'm sure if I simply dig through the really old scrolls and grimoire's, I could find a way to return you to your world." the High Summoner explained. "All I ask in return is that you help me find the one's who brought you here in the first place. I want to discover what magic they used to get past the institutes fail-safes before it gets out of hand and you are the only link we have to finding them. Until we find answers, you would be more than welcome to remain here at the institue."
The prophet, with a much more chipper smile on his face, walked in front of the High Summoner and extended his right hand.
"You've got a deal, High Summoner." the prophet said. "I wouldn't mind giving whoever brought me here a piece of my mind anyway."
Shaking the prophets hand, the High Summoner was glad that this man was willing to cooperate alongside him. It was then that a small question popped into his mind.
"One more thing, though." the High Summoner said. "If you had no knowledge of how you ended up here, then why did you wish to speak to me alone."
The prophet gave a knowing smile at this, as if he was about to put the icing on the cake.
"Well, with people like Swain and Jarven around, I thought it would probably be best to play my cards close to my chest. And its a good thing I did." the prophet explained. "Making them think I know some secret way they don't makes me an interesting. Now if I ever need to approach either Noxus or Demacia, I won't immediately be dismissed as a waste of time."
The High Summoner had to give a raised eyebrow at this explanation.
"You would attempt to use them with knowledge that you do not have?" He questioned. "You realize that this tactic will also makes a target."
Surprisingly enough, this seemed to excite the prophet.
"I know, right. Maybe they'll send Talon or Camille to kidnap me. Or maybe even Evelynn. God, I hope they send Evelynn. That's just a fun night waiting to happen." the prophet said as he moved toward the door the others left through. "Anyway, let me know if you come up with a way to get me back. I'm gonna go explore the institute a bit."
With that last comment, the prophet walked through the door, closing it behind himself with a resounding goodbye. Leaving the High Summoner wondering if he just heard someone become excited at the idea of getting kidnapped.
Alright, bro's. That's it for this little Just for fun addition.
Not sure how, but I managed to write all this thing in just 3 days.
And even though I kinda just did it to clear my head a bit, I came up with a crap ton of idea's for this story. No joke, I actually managed to come up with a legitimate bad guy plot line for this story involving Evil champs wanting to take Dark Sign that the prophet still carries
I even came up with a ton of champion interactions with the prophet. Like the prophet burning brand to death with his tainted flames, the Darksign drawing kindred and causing them to attempt to hunt him and possibly even Lux or Shyvana having a thing for the prophet. (Lol Obviously, I kinda went overboard with this thing, guys.)
But since it was getting kinda long and was supposed to be just for a fun little break from the actual dark souls story, I thought it would probably be best to cut it off here and get back to making the next chapter for you guys.
If you've got any idea's for how you want the whole saving Reah thing to go, don't be shy with your thoughts as I'm still pretty conflicted on the matter and am completely open for idea. Never forget that outside opinions have a huge effect on this story, dear readers. Also, even if I only do them for fun, let me know If you guys have any Just For Fun idea's you'd want me to write, I be more than happy to consider giving them a try.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the ride.
Let me know what guys think of this little distraction. It might have been just for the fun of it, but it would still be nice to know what you guys thought about it. :)
This is Supreme Gamer, Signing out.
P.S. Does anyone else think the prophet could get a Peta-Kill? It can't just be me right?