Kayn's Prodigy: A League of Legends Fan Fiction

Chapter 9

They had docked just outside Noxus. It took about 36 hours, which was far shorter than anticipated. They discovered this healer's name was Soraka, and for the purpose of being elusive Petra gave Kayn a fake name so to not stir up any 'I heard of you's'. Petra gave Soraka an overview of their situation, and told her that if they were to help rescue her friend she would have to lay just as low as they were. If she needed the help badly enough, which it seemed she did, she would oblige.

Noxus was set up in a circle. The heart of it laid in the very center, and for now that's what they needed to avoid. Kayn, who was going by the name Jack, had led the two girls to a small home right on the border of the city. It was old and abandoned, Kayn only knew of it because he hid there before while he was trying to lay low, much like he was now. There was one bed, a recliner, a hearth, and just outside was a well. It was humble and hidden which was all they could risk to have for the time being. 

When they arrived it was approaching nightfall and the sun was tucking just behind the tips of the thick trees that had surrounded the home. When it was fully out of sight, the area was dark and unless you were looking for a structure hidden in the forest on the cusp of Noxus, you'd never find it at night.

Inside was dirty and equally dark as outside. They really needed to start a fire, but Kayn forbid it. He wanted nothing to attract anyone to them, and so they'd have to deal with a night of frigid cold. The only concern he had right now was a silent one. He needed to work out a plan for getting into the heart of Noxus to make this rescue without also being caught out by the crew that held a heavy grudge against him. It wasn't going to be easy, and even after he had been healed he considered keeping the hooded cloak. Maybe it would become a permanent part of his wardrobe. 

"Ok, Soraka." Petra finally spoke after the trio became as comfortable as they could in the pitch black of the freezing night. "Heal us." 

A dim light illuminated the room for a few moments, particles of glowing dust floating around Petra. In a few seconds it was complete and she stretched tall without fear of tearing open a wound. "Thank you." She spoke, fingers running over the skin that would have been scarred. 

"Me now." Kayn stood, ready to be fixed. He was tired of hurting, especially since it had been so long since he felt a hurt like it. 

"Remove the robe." Soraka said. The room illuminated again.

"What? What wasn't part of the deal." Kayn became defensive. 

"I need to know what you look like in order to heal you, I'm sorry." She spat, the light slowly growing dim.

"For fucks sake." He pulled the hood down, a hand smoothing his hair back. His face was a mess, so much so that he felt it didn't even matter that the hood wasn't on. That is, until she healed him.

"I know you." Soraka immediately jolted back, the light her healing magic provided going out. 

"Fuck." He growled "Don't let her leave." 

"No, I'm not leaving." She blurted quickly to save herself from being tackled by the two. "I know who you are, I recognize your weapon. You're the human chosen to wield Rhaast."

Kayn was silent as he listened to her speak, waiting for the smallest sign of malintent. "And?" He growled.

"And nothing, you've become legendary. You're known all over Runeterra." Her words came as a shock to Kayn. He wasn't expecting fame and he sure as hell wasn't expecting to be recognized because of it.

"I see. How did you hear of me?" He poked, interested in what she had to say now. 

"I was hired to heal a man in Sharima. While I was there a woman was talking about how the scythe had been found and how it was stolen on it's way to Zaun. Everyone was amazed that it had actually gone missing, which we all assumed implied someone had successfully received it's power. A mystic over heard the conversation and said she had a triggered vision while we spoke of Rhaast. She said she saw a man fight an ally for the weapon, and the name that was called out as the ally was executed was Kayn..."

Kayn furrowed his brow and sat down on the dusty bed. Petra joined him, catching a glimpse of his face from the tiniest ray of moonlight the shown thru a hole in the wall. He was at loss for words. He realized that soon inhabitants all over Runeterra would know of him, but he was surprised he was already known by name.

"So I'm not going to cross you, Kayn." Soraka spoke "I don not wish to have a Demon after me."

"Good." Kayn leaned back on the old mattress and stared directly at Petra. Even in the dark she knew he was looking, and in the confidence of the night she blushed wildly. 

EDITED 11/20/17