Clash of Fates
It took them some time to understand what had happened. The teleportation had reminded LeBlanc of Thresh's lantern and the likes, but those who were more unexperienced with it, Yasuo and Lucian, were clearly disoriented.
-Where are we? -asked Yasuo, clearly unable to believe what he had just gone through.
-At one final frontier, swordsman. -answered Tahm Kench.- This beautiful existence that you're now witnessing is the borderline between the fearful Kumungu Jungle and the misterious and unexplored Plague Jungles.
-I see nothing but a bunch of trees. -said Lucian, mocking the demon.- A lot of trees and...
-Is that what you were looking for, Ziraeth? -interrumped Tahm Kench.
The men that had been with her during the journey stared at her. They did not understand Tahm Kench's words. They had not dared fight her since joining; Ezreal expected a prize from the rich Piltovian girl, Yasuo had nowhere to go and Lucian had followed the demon's orders.
-What does he mean, Anyssa? -asked Ezreal, with a sprout of doubt in his face.
LeBlanc could not stand that look any longer. Luckily for her, Darkwill made his appearance.
-Come. -said what looked like nothing but a masked man for the rest.
-I don't follow orders from you, Elliot. -pretenciously responded LeBlanc.
-You'll be coming anyways. -said Darkwill before vanishing into the air and appearing next to a man that was a hundred meters into the jungles.
And he was right. She went, leaving those who she had secretly wanted to call her friends without an answer.
...
The blonde girl was walking into the jungle, making her way with her bare hands when she needed to move aside plants, roots and the likes. At first he couldn't see where she was going. He was still a little bit dizzy because of the flashy teleport.
-I know who he is. -said Lucian.
-They are two. -pointed out Yasuo, on a serious note.
-We all know who he is, the girl just called him Elliot. -mockingly said Tahm Kench.
-That monster. -said Lucian, while starting to wield his guns.- He has changed his appearance, but it's still him.
They could not stop him, and they didn't really had the will to.
...
-He's coming for you, Aaresh.- said Darkwill.
-And your lady friend is also around.- said Thresh with his ghostly voice.
-The man is annoying.- commented Darkwill.- I want you to take him down.
-I don't follow your orders, you masked clown. -said Thresh before breaking into what sounded like rotten laughter.
Only then Darkwill took the mask off, throwing it into the ground. As frail as it was, thousands of pieces scattered into the ground. Thousands of little shining pieces of a life that he was leaving behind.
-I was already going to do it, unmasked clown.-mocked Thresh.- He's a fun game, there's a woman he's fighting for.
Darkwill's eyes shone like blood-bathed rubies; he understood the pain that the man was going through, all while hating himself for working with the likes of madmen like Thresh. Lucian was not alone in his struggle, but he was not going to help a fellow victim.
...
An ardent blaze was shot from Lucian's gun, illuminating the darkest corners of the jungle. The few animals that were still around escaped while Yasuo was unable to see anything, but he still heard them under the noise of the firing guns.
-This is senseless. -said an astonished Ezreal.- This culling will take him nowhere.
Ezreal was getting a shot ready; aiming at Lucian's weapons, his point was to take them down and calm the man down. Firing at will into the unknown would just get him killed. But Yasuo was trying to talk him out of it.
-He's got the right to do it.-emptylessly said Yasuo.- We shouldn't stop him.
-He's going to get himself killed.-replied the Piltovian explorer.
-If it happens, it will be fighting for what he wants. -pointed out Yasuo.- He'd better die that way than whatever is waiting for us. Can't you feel it in the wind?
-I'm not going to let a man die when I can save him, swordsman.
But Yasuo was not going to let a wish be vanished by a fool's pride. Yasuo knew what fighting for an impossible meant; his life had been a struggle of that kind. Someone born and raised in the so called city of progress could not understand what he had been through, what Lucian was going through. That's why he called the wind.
...
His trueshot barrage had disappeared in front of him. He knew it had happened, who had done it and why; the question to be made was how the void had Yasuo done that?
He was about to complain to the swordsman, but the sound of drums drowned the beginning of his words. The sound of marching feet, of military songs. Rough voices piercing through the air, armors ready for the battle and a King leading them through the Kumungu Jungle. The only sound that got over that cacophony was the roar of the millenary trees falling to the hit of axes.
...
Thresh never changed. She could sense him from afar, there was no need to see him. The soil itself crumbled in fear when the Chain Warden stepped on it. That horrible being was one of the few existences that could say that she, LeBlanc, had felt the need of avoiding them.
-A pleasure to meet you, m'lady.- said Thresh when she arrived, while Lucian's piercing shots hit the ground and the trees.- I'm sorry, but I got to leave. Always good to see you, Ziraeth, haha.
Thresh was calmly walking towards Lucian, being hit by every single shot that came out of him while his laughter grew in volume, drowning the war drums' and the falling trees' roars.
-That being is as sick as it has always been. -casually commented LeBlanc.- How can you work with him, Darkwill?
-Sometimes a man's needs go beyond his preferences. -said Darkwill, with a light smile on his face.- this is one of those times.
Unexplainably, they were happy to face each other, to meet, to be able to talk between them. It had almost felt like those days thousands of years ago, when life through most of Valoran was too rudimentary for them to care about it. It made them remember about the days inwhich the Ziraeths walked the continent like any other species did now. A time in which they were not gods among men, but a community driven by its will to create.
-What has happened to us, Elliot?
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