Unchaining the Warden
LeBlanc woke up with a horrible headache that wouldn't even let her walk out of the bed; the transition from one life to another never felt good, but Anyssa was being more aggressive than most had been.
Once her mind and memories got used to the new life, she started to dress up slowly, admiring what had once been Anyssa's body. Young curves, firm breasts, long blonde curly hair, a beaufitul smile and a perfect set of charming blue eyes; she had definitely made the right choice.
After getting back into her mind and dressing up, LeBlanc went straight to the catacombs; she needed to leave Noxus before Darkwill noticed what she had done, and Thresh was her only escape. After so many years, the moment had arrived; the Chain Warden would finally break free and she would be able to start a new life at Piltover. Anyssa had prepared everything in the city of progress, and she would have plenty of time to get everything going. ¿How many sould would Thresh take before leaving Noxus? She would definitely hear about it, but she would do it from the safety of the house that waited her on Piltover.
Once her mind and memories got used to the new life, she started to dress up slowly, admiring what had once been Anyssa's body. Young curves, firm breasts, long blonde curly hair, a beaufitul smile and a perfect set of charming blue eyes; she had definitely made the right choice.
After getting back into her mind and dressing up, LeBlanc went straight to the catacombs; she needed to leave Noxus before Darkwill noticed what she had done, and Thresh was her only escape. After so many years, the moment had arrived; the Chain Warden would finally break free and she would be able to start a new life at Piltover. Anyssa had prepared everything in the city of progress, and she would have plenty of time to get everything going. ¿How many sould would Thresh take before leaving Noxus? She would definitely hear about it, but she would do it from the safety of the house that waited her on Piltover.
After a fast paced walk trough the Noxian catacombs and the several cells it contained, prisoners being more dangerous step after step, she finally got to the Chain Warden. He was laughing hard, but there was nothing to worry; she was the only one that knew how to get through the frozen doors of the end of the corridor; she was the only one that had a soul cold enough to survive such a hostile place.
-¡LeBlanc! ¡Oh, LeBlanc, you murderer! ¡Hahahahaha!-shouted the chain warden.-¡You really got me there! ¡I had never seen a trick like that! ¡Hahahahaha!
-There are a lot of things you have not seen yet, Thresh...-whispered LeBlanc to herself. His laugh was disgusting, and it echoed through the cold rooms that made up the monster's cell.-You laugh like a madman, did you know that?-said LeBlanc, hoping that he would stop: she was wrong.
-¡Hahahaha!-laughed the chain warden again. -Mad? Me? Haha... quite likely. But that doesn't make that trick of yours less curious.
-It is not a trick, you already know what I am.
-If it's tricky, it's a trick, no matter what you say. -he grabbed the lantern and shook it a bit, for later pointing out a corpse that laid on the floor. -Here she is and there you are, Ziraeth. Truth be told, I did not expect you to do it this way, I never really expect to see an elvesham with my own eyes. I have no strength to fight you, I really struggled to make her suffer. Well, you... hahaha. You know what I mean. Would you like to greet her?. -said Thresh before starting to laugh even louder than before.
-You know what I came for, warden. Do your job and you shall have your freedom. -announced LeBlanc with a firm voice that got to stop Thresh's frantic laugh.
-You mean that if I get you there I'll get to fool around your beloved Noxus?
...
His life had suffered a radical change.
The hero he once had been was a thing of the past, nothing but history now. The Zaun incident had changed the life of Piltover as a whole; lacking an actual enemy, they finally got to leave peacefully. Still, the mere thought of what had happenned was enough to darken the citizen's hearts. It was difficult to find someone around Piltover who hadn't lost a friend, a brother or a son at war, and he was the one to blame.
The hero he once had been was a thing of the past, nothing but history now. The Zaun incident had changed the life of Piltover as a whole; lacking an actual enemy, they finally got to leave peacefully. Still, the mere thought of what had happenned was enough to darken the citizen's hearts. It was difficult to find someone around Piltover who hadn't lost a friend, a brother or a son at war, and he was the one to blame.
He felt guilty, yet people only praised him as the hero they thought he was: the man that had brought peace to them shined bright enough to leave the shadow of the war behind; most people blamed themselves for being slow, for being weak, or just for not being there to hear the last words of someone they had loved. But he knew who was the only one to blame. And he would pay for it, one-handed or not.
Refusing to become what he had once fought, Jayce always carried the burden of what he had done; a horrible stump occupied the place where his right hand used to be. Unable to fight crippled, he donated the Mercury Hammer to Piltover's Techmaturgy Museum and started his political carrier.
That is how he became Piltover's mayor. Fearing the future more than ever, Jayce started his new adventure by sitting on his chair. What was about to come? No one could tell.
That is how he became Piltover's mayor. Fearing the future more than ever, Jayce started his new adventure by sitting on his chair. What was about to come? No one could tell.
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