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        The smell of the forest was all around him, he was very annoyed. Ever since he had been thrown into this world by the creature named Discord his new life had been hell. Several champions had landed inside Ponyville, but many others had been thrown all across Equestria. And now he was stuck here, in this place called Everfree Forest. With absolutely nothing for him to eat. He could have gotten out, the orb could have saved him from this horrible world, but the nearer he got to the blue orb the more intense the pain got.

The closer he got to the orb, the more pain had filled his torso. When he got within even one hundred fifty feet,  the pain had nearly blown the black heart right out of his chest. He was unable to deal with a pain so strong. After all the battles he fought in, all the skirmishes and frays, of all the deaths he had been through nothing had ever hurt that much. He felt weak, he should have been able to escape this wretched place. And now he was starving, the only creatures here were wolves made from wood and the numerous small animals. He had also heard something about "Manticores" but he had yet to see one.

"Ahh but there is no time to pity oneself in times like these." In the silence, his voice was all he had. "Ok, let's go over our equipment one more time. Two scythes, shoulder spikes, wings, and camouflage abilities." They were all the advantages of being the Void Reaver, and Kha'Zix exploited them constantly. Although, the only change in his abilities here is that instead of his skin turning red as it usually does when he finds himself at full power, it stayed its darker purple. It is a welcome surprise though, since he blends in easier.

Rustle Rustle

Kha'Zix looked up, something had been watching him the entire time. He went completely camo, and looked around. 'There, yellow dots.' Kha'Zix thought, he had come up with ways to track the various predators in the forest. This seemed different however, the eyes were much higher up. Kha'Zix leaped from his spot right at the creature. He came down hard with his right scythe, creating a good sized gash across the thing's head. It fell back and roared, "Ah, finally a large predator to fight." Kha'Zix's voice seemed to scare the thing. He thrust his scythes into the ground and felt the tingling sensation as three spikes left his shoulder.

As the beast turned to run, one of the spikes impaled right into its eye, boring a six inch bloody hole right in the beast's head. Kha'Zix stuck a scythe into its back and brought it to the clearing where Kha'Zix kept his "house". His house was just a small lakeside cave, it sat on the south side of an L shaped lake, a tree went over the lake to the other side and several trees crowded the area. The creature at hand, or in this case scythe, had the head of a lion, bat wings, a scorpion tail, and fangs. But those were not what interested Kha'Zix so much, no the one thing that Kha'Zix was focused on was that giant torso.

"Meat! So much meat for me to eat!" Kha'Zix yelled proudly, before plunging his head into the creature's chest. The meat was delicious, a delicious intestine covered, bloody mess of organs and of course blood. Kha'Zix ate the entirety of the its torso and didn't stop until he could see all of its ribs poking out. Kha'Zix was pleased, almost happy. But no, he would never be happy he was stuck in a world of colored talking ponies. All of which wanted to either kill him or be his friend. Though none of them showed signs of actually being able to kill him and live with it. "No friends, only allies and Adversaries." Kha'Zix kept telling this to himself, and the more he said it the more he felt alone in the world. Which to him was perfectly fine since he had been alone during most of his time in the Void. Still though, something about this world made him feel too alone and depressed. The happiness around him filled him with a large amount of dread.

He had tried to live in the place called Ponyville but nopony or body there seemed like they wanted his presence.

Crunch...Crunch...Crunch

The sound of leaves being crushed underfoot was barely audible, but Kha'Zix could hear it well. 'More food for me.' Was the thought going through his mind as he went invisible and walked over to the sound. He pushed away some bushes. Twang 'What the...' Kha'Zix looked over and saw a deer with an arrow in its side. A woman with a gold trimmed ornate cloak walked over as a man walked up beside her.

"Good shot Ashe, we can add that one to the stock." The man had a large sword hoisted onto his shoulder sitting on a piece of armor. He had many scars across his body and seemed like he had had his fair share of battles. The woman turned around and smiled.

"Yes Tryndamere, it will make a fine addition to our supply." Ashe said, Kha'Zix had just arrived at the League and didn't know many of the warriors that fought for the League. He had heard of several of them though, and it would appear that these two adventurers were King Tryndamere and Queen Ashe. Nobody actually knew if they were together, but Ashe would always dismiss such talk as frivolous. This never stopped Kha'Zix from making fun of the two though, even if he was a dangerous bloodthirsty void creature he still had a good sense of humor.

Ashe turned around, pointing her bow into the woods that surrounded the area. Several glowing eyes cast out from the foliage. Most likely a pack of wandering Timber Wolves wanting his share of meat from the now dead deer. Tryndamere hefted his sword to his shoulder. He let out a loud yell, and some of the eyes retracted into the forest. Several of the more courageous wolves met Tryndamere's penetrating gaze. Kha'Zix didn't get it, how could a normal human mortal be so intimidating just by shouting or yelling at something. Kha'Zix found himself frozen to the spot when he heard the shout from behind him, or he just couldn't seem to move fast enough.

Ashe started walking to the west as Tryndamere hefted the deer onto his shoulder. Kha'Zix cloaked, following completely silent. They passed by many streams, caves, and random ravines. They walked on a slightly worn dirt path that seemed old, there were several curves in the path and a couple of times it disappeared. Thankfully, Ashe seemed to be holding on to several years of tracking skills. Finally, after about thirty minutes of walking, they reached a cabin in the woods. It was a two story cabin made of wood. It was a true thing of human architecture, the were several "C"s cut into the wood, on the the door there was a scene depicting two teams of five murdering each other.

The two hunters stopped at the door and Ashe turned around. Tryndamere cut a large section from the deer and turned around. "Here, have some meat beast." He said as he threw the chunk of meat at Kha'Zix's feet. Confused, he uncloaked himself and looked at them both.

"How did you know I was here?" He said, stabbing the piece of meat with a scythe.

"We have fought you many times before, I have gotten used to tracking you while invisible." Said Ashe as she pushed open the door, the two walked inside and Kha'Zix started back off in the direction of his "home". As he was walking through the forest, however, he swore he heard someone talking. It was just a small whisper, but it sounded familiar.

Follow me...

He was definitely not hearing things. Kha'Zix quickly ate the deer meat and started off in the direction of the sound. It was not a hard sound to follow, every few seconds the voice would say something different such as "come quickly" or "Hurry". Every time it said something it got louder so Kha'Zix knew he was getting closer to the destination. He stumbled upon a ravine with a broken rope bridge that had seen better days. Kha'Zix easily leaped to the other side of the gap with his wings. A decrepit old castle sat before him with a door that looked as though it had been broken through from the inside, but had been fixed afterward. There was a bloodstain that lead from the center of the yard to a couple bushes. The whispering called him from inside.

Kha'Zix stepped through the doorway and saw several lit torches lining the inside room. It was a large throne room with two doors that supposedly lead to the short towers that he saw outside. What interested him more though, was the gathered figures resting around a lit fire. Kha'Zix approached them and quickly saw that one of them was not sitting. She was well remembered by Kha'Zix. The Dark Sovereign, Syndra floated in the middle of the gathered Champions. She smiled as Kha'Zix approached them, earning him a few smiles and frowns.

There were nine of them there, most of them Kha'Zix had fought with and against in the past. There were a few new faces though. One of the more noticeable was The Blood Hunter that sat to Syndra's left. Warwick, the bloodthirsty werewolf that could not be pleased. He hunted for fun some times, but most the time he eats what he catches. Kha'Zix remembered an old story the Champions passed around about him eating a manatee or something, then wearing its skin for the next two weeks signifying the kill.

Next to Warwick sat  Katarina, The Sinister Blade. Next to her there was Nocturne, The Eternal Nightmare. Near him sat Kassadin, The Void Walker, Kha'Zix had talked to him quite a bit in the Void. To his left sat Karthus, The Deathsinger. Then there was Shaco, The Demon Jester. After him was Mordekaiser, The Master of Metal. Finally, at the end of the circle sat The Twisted Treant, Maokai. Syndra smiled at Kha'Zix and motioned for him to sit, he happily obliged. Standing and walking for long periods of time was boring and tiring. "Kha'Zix, I have called you here today to discuss the fate of this land. It is frail and even a small force of Champions would be able to destroy it and claim it as their own. I have called you here to ask if you will join our group, we could use another to aid us in taking the land from that wretch, Celestia."

Kha'Zix was baffled, taken aback, flabbergasted, other synonyms for surprised. Syndra was obviously crazy, sure they might be able to get passed Celestia's elite force of guards, invade the highest security castle, and then defeat the strongest creature in this world and possibly her sister as well. Yes, this would be the easiest thing to accomplish, right next to saying things sarcastically. Kha'Zix shook his head. "I will not join you, as tempting as it would be to take over Equestria, I do not wish to be killed in the process."

Syndra narrowed her eyes, and the pain came back. He remembered it perfectly, the same pain he had endured when he got close to the orb to leave this world. His wings flew open from his chitin, his scythes glowed purple, and the spikes on his shoulder fired. Syndra could only smile as the pain increased, flowing throughout his body and reaching unimaginable heights. Kha'Zix let out a pained roar. Then, as quick as it appeared, it stopped. His muscles eased back and he regained control of his body again.

"I was the one who kept you in this world for the soul purpose of helping us, if you deny me again I will kill you off." Syndra's words carried venom in them, that threatened to bite Kha'Zix and leave him for dead. He was trapped, it was die by Syndra's or die trying to kill Celestia. At least on the latter he would live longer. Kha'Zix nodded his head and recollected himself from the pain. Syndra waved a hand. "Let it be known that you now belong to me and the Sovereign League. You are to address me as master at all times and treat your superiors with undying respect. Got that?"

Kha'Zix wished he had let Syndra kill him, but no turning back now. "Yes.....master. Syndra waved a hand and Kha'Zix's left shoulder burned, steam rising off from the chitin as a mark melted itself into his exoskeleton. It was a Sword in the middle of two halves of a round, dark ball. In each half of the ball there was a letter. S and L adorned the halves respectively.

"This mark is the mark of a grunt, the lowest status, if you wish to rank up you must perform the contracts I give to you. Never disobey or question an order. Understand?"

"Yes, master."