Chapter 1

Hey guys, I just want to make it known that the beginning of this story is partially based off of the story "Reversed Life" by Rainxoxo, so credits to them for the inspiration. This story is going to veer off very quickly though, and will cover some very dark topics. The biggest detail is of course, that our main characters will not be Eragon and Arya. I really enjoy the idea of Irelia in the lore of Runeterra, so she will be included(she also really fits in where Arya would). Please note that I don't own any of these characters and nothing that happens is based on true lore. Also, I am a fairly new writer(may or may not make more fics, we'll see), so please let me know how I've done and if there are any edits/changes/suggestions that could benefit the story. Yap session over, enjoy!

Upon the highest wall of the black city of Uru'baen, stood a figure in dark armor. The figure was looking over the city, as if observing everyone and everything in the city. Suddenly, the armored figure paused, looking down as if listening to someone talk. Then.. he disappeared, as if never there to begin with.

Walking down the halls of the palace that was home to the king, Galbatorix, the armored figure moved in complete silence down the hallway. Arriving at the grand door, the figure simply disappeared again, only to reappear on the other side, kneeling on one knee before the king. "Your highness, you called for me?" His voice was deep and grating, as if worn severely.

The armored man looked up at the king, who despite being hundreds of years old, looked to be in his mid-thirties, a white sword hanging from his belt as he sat seemingly without a care in the world. The armored man looked fearsome, his face completely covered by a black mask, dark purple horns protruding out the top of his helmet, with more dark purple accenting. His entire set of armor looked dangerous simply to be around. Small dark purple spikes protruded from points on his chestplate and leggings, certain to catch a blade or unsuspecting arm.

The king smiled, a vicious grin, "I have a gift for you Aatrox." He picked up his stolen sword, setting it across his lap. "As you are probably aware, Durza has captured an elf, and it has become clear that we will get no more information from her, so I'd like to give her to you. Just think of this as a thank you for your loyalty. I do wish there was a way that I could ease the pain you feel, but maybe she can distract you." Aatrox knew he was lying.

"Is the elf with Durza now?" Already knowing the answer, Aatrox moved to get up, before hesitating, "Who is to lead the urgals to the Varden soon?"

"I'm going to have Durza handle that for now, I am quite upset at his loss of the egg, but whatever, he, unlike the elf, still has a use."

Turning to leave, Aatrox walked towards the door and disappeared without another word. Minutes later he was walking into a building and walking down a flight of stairs that led to a dungeon. A guard stood at the door to one of the cells, and Aatrox sensed Durza behind the door. Walking past the guard without a word, he opened the door. The guard, knowing better, let him simply walk past.

Aatrox slowly walked up to the shade, "I'm here for the elf Durza." As the shade turned around in anger, Aatrox looked around the room, taking note of all the different torture devices and trying to get a look at the elf.

"Who gave you permission to come in here?" Durza growled at him, raising the whip he had been using. Aatrox didn't even flinch and simply looked at the whip, and it fell apart.

"The elf, please Durza." He walked over and removed her restraints and picked her up along with her removed clothing. "Please have someone send me the rest of her stuff, Durza, king's orders." He said with a mocking laugh before disappearing with the unconscious elf in his arms.

She woke up in a bed for some reason, that was different, wasn't she just being whipped? She slowly sat up, the bed covers falling off her now healed and naked body. She quickly grabbed the covers back and covered herself, as there was an armored figure sitting in a chair next to the bed. "Who are you? What the fuck do you want?" She shouted at the soldier.

"I don't really want anything from you elf, and as for who I am, I'd like to know who you are first." He calmly stated. Placing a tunic and leggings on the bed he stood up, "I will be back with food." Thoughts flooded her mind as to how she could escape this wretched place.

Opening the door to his own bedroom, Aatrox saw the elf sitting scared on the bed. He set down a plate of fruits in front of her, grabbing himself an apple and setting it on his desk.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked, looking him straight into where his eyes would be.

Why are you helping her?

"I have no real use of you, and it seems pointless for you to be tortured for information you won't give. You may know that I work for the king, just know that I am still free and can do as I please. I would suggest you wait until night time to escape, I can pack you some food and water if you'd like, but I'd suggest you get some real sleep beforehand. Also, all the guards in this building have been noticed that you can move around freely."

She picked up a piece of bread, scanned it for any danger, and took a bite, "Will you not eat that?"

"I do not take the helmet off." He said. She nodded and took another bite.

"Why?"

"There are many reasons to hide your identity, especially when you are a being like me." He spoke as if he wasn't a human. "You may call me Aatrox."

"You're the king's rider."

"I was the king's rider, my dragon has been deceased for eight years at this point." His tone never changed, he showed no grief.

He studied the elf. She wore a black tunic with flared shoulders, leather leggings, which was unusual for girls. Her hair was long and raven black, with a simplistic black headdress with green accents. He couldn't help but stare into her deep diamond blue eyes, there seemed to be something more behind them. Her blades had been brought up by a servant.

"May I see one of your blades?" She nodded and he reached over to grab one of six blades, "And again, what is your name?" There seemed to be no true handle to the blade, and the blade itself seemed to glow. There were small diamond shaped gems in the bottom of each blade.

"What is your name?"

He tilted his head at her, "I already told you my name is Aatrox."

"I know that isn't your real name." She looked at him in a funny way.

"Once you tell me yours, I will consider telling you mine. Now I would suggest you sleep. We will meet again, that much is for sure, I don't know when or where. I just hope I don't have to kill you. Just get out of here, you don't belong here, I'm not here." With that, he left the room without another word.

Two weeks after Aatrox returned to his room to find the elf gone, Durza barged into his room. "They stole something from the king! Get your ass out here right now!" They ran outside together only to see a dark red dragon rising up into the air, with none other than Murtagh and Brom on its back. Aatrox seriously considered ending Brom right then and there.

Deciding to give it a try, he launched a blast of magic straight towards Brom. An expression of surprise on his face, the man blocked the spell and immediately slumped over. "He's weak." Aatrox walked away towards the castle, disappearing into thin air.

Do not try to kill Brom again, you fool.

Well what do you think so far? This story kinda has a slow start, there will be a lot more dialogue and action(possibly romance) coming up somewhat quickly. Also do note that Aatrox is not Aatrox from lore, it is just a name our OC has adopted, his real name will be revealed soon. Please forgive any parts that don't make much sense, I'm a pretty new writer. I do appreciate any criticisms or questions you have, so please let me know!