A Swain Conspiracy Theory

"How much farther until we get there?", I barked as we cross yet another hill. Damn nobles and

their pull within the military to secure my troops for this wild goose chase. Bounding a few steps

ahead of us, the young girl turned. "Master Swain, we should be there within the hour", spinning to

point out our destination. Her platinum blonde hair billowing out behind her, the sun reflecting off

the circlet hidden under her hair. Panning my gaze in the direction she pointed, finally spotting the

ruins. "About time, this had better be worth it."

As we approach, I feel it. More oppresive with each step. My men begin nervously scanning the 

area as if....something...is among us. The girl, however walks unafraid. Frowning to myself as once

again, I forgot her name. "Started with an A," I mumble as she stops near an intricate set of doors.

Looking at me squarely with those large blue eyes, she declares "This is where the Ring of Corvus lay

hidden, Master Swain." Shrugging off the oppresive feeling for a moment he asks her "And why haven't

your people used it, if this artifact is so powerful?" Shuffling nervously as she brushes her hairback,

"It is forbidden for any but the shamans to enter these grounds." Closing her eyes briefly before

squarely meeting mine , "I prefer not starving to tradition." Grunting as I move forward, I order my

men to open the doors. Feeling the oppresive feeling deepening as both the doors open and as we stride

into the chamber.

The altar is odd to say the least. Suspended across the chasm by some unseen force, a stone 

figure depicting a man in agony with it's hand pointing directly towards us as we stop at the edge.

Looking over the edge only an inky darkness stares back. Glancing back to the girl, opening my mouth

to ask her how are we to get the artifact she answers quickly "Stretch our your hand. If you are worthy

it will come to you." Glancing between her and the artifact I direct her to do so before she shakes her

head rapidly. "I'm only a woman, we are never worthy of such greatness." Sighing in frustration I turn

to one of my men, "Xander!" recieving a curt reply, "Try the girl's suggestion." The young man

nervously steps forward and stretches out his hand. Immediately the oppresive force in the room ends,

and Xander begins to scream. Hand still stretched out he buckles to his knees, tears in his eyes

retracting his hand and curling into a ball. Stepping forward towards him I notice the force returns to

the room. Looming over him I wait for him to gather himself "What happened?" The man begins stuttering

through his explanation "Heavy....so heavy....the feeling.." then begins to mumble to himself as he

curls into a ball.

Barking at the man to get ahold of himself, one of the other men hesitantly offers "Sir...the 

ring moved. Only slightly but it moved." Looking back across the chasm, I see the ring is slowly

sliding back onto the stones' finger snugly. Kicking Xander to the side I tell my men to move him,

shrugging my shoulders as I square off against the statue "This foolishness has gone on long enough,"

and stretch out my hand. Immediately the full force of the oppresiveness hits me. Raising the hair on

my skin as I feel as if I should run, or kneel, or gibber senselessly. Shoving those feeling aside I

stand firm, my eye on the prize, watching as it slowly slips off the stone finger and glides across the

chasm. The weight increasing as it slowly drifts, I firm my stance, using my other hand to hold my

outstretched one steady. Sweating profusely until at last the ring, a blackened band, settles itself

snugly on my finger. The oppresive force disappears as I scream in agonizing pain.

Power roils outward from my body as I see form the corner of my eye my fingers skin begin to 

flake off slowly. Closing my eyes at the agony as visions begin to pass my inner eye, I See. A man, a

king? Slowly chanting in a chamber filled with eldritch carvings as shadowy..."creatures"....are slowly

siphoned out into objects. A scythe, a bow, a bejeweled band,and finally into a ring. Other objects are

blurred as a hand other than my own raises itself into view the ring. Vision blurring once more I see

the man looking at himself in the mirror in horror as something slowly, incidiously worms it's way

through his mind. Changing quickly the man, a prisoner in his own mind as he unleashes terrible

devastation through the use of some arcane sigils....runes...cackling madly as it leeches the life

energy from everything around it. Storming a mountain, briefly slowed by some half man, half animal

things, before ducking back as a tremendous force...a man? Falls from the heavens to do battle.

Screaming in rage as those self same runes encircle him and others. Trapping me and my bretheren.

The power explodes one more time and dissipates. Panting I look down at my arm. The flesh gone 

while only a glowing mockery remains in it's place. Looking around my eyes widening, my men dessicated

husks with small orbs hovering above their bodies. Footsteps alert me that I am not alone as it's owner

passes into view. "You disappoint me, Corvus. Can't even subjugate one single mortal." Looking up the

girl comes into view. Flicking her hair back my eyes rivet to the band fused, FUSED, to the girls head

under her hair. "Then again, you were always the weakest of us," her feminine voice slowly being

superimposed by something...demonic, and familiar. Understanding floods my mind as I gather

this...thing's power and unleash it towards her/it as I scream "Aatrox!" The energy reaching her in a

blink and explodes. Pushing me back as the smoke obscures my vision. Panting I stand fully, staring in

disbelief. The girl....Aatrox, stands there unconcerned as a blonde coloured hand smokes lightly before

unraveling....into hair?! Aatrox takes an aggresive step forward,uncrossing her/his? arms while the

hair begins to swirl. Disappearing in a flash only instincts save me as I jump back, wincing as a

scythe made of hair cut deeply across my chest. Eyes dropping to see Aatrox spin quickly and a petite

foot comes rocketing towards me.

Air rushing out of me as my back hits the wall. My head snaps back when a hand of hair pins me 

in place. Looking down as Aatrox steps forward the last recognition from my visions snap in place.

"How.....alive", I croak out. The face of the young woman the same as the one in the vision who

recieved the band eons ago. Aatrox cocks his head to the side in confusion before understanding. "Dreya

did not fight me as I took over. Instead of burning through the host body continually subjugating it, I

was able to sustain it instead. Out of everyone she remains my most stalwart ally." Aatrox's voice

slowly reverts from it's demonic to the girl's voice from before. She reaches out as she continues

"Since Corvus wasn't able to subjugate you, you're no use to me now." Her hand glows and I watch as

runes slowly envelop the ring on my finger and slowly breaks apart. Withdrawing and snaking up the

girls arm to wrap itself around her as more show up on her exposed skin.

The fist closes around my neck picking me up effortlessly, holding me over the chasm. "No 

offense, I can not have loose ends stopping me before I am ready." Pain erupts in me as another strand

of hair stabs through me. I hang there impaled as she smiles and withdraws her hair, falling into the

abyss. Panicking as I fall I use whatever energy is left inside me to try and arrest my situation.

Feeling wings sprout from my back and my hands turn to claws I scrabble for purchase, slowing my

descent. Barely hanging on I feel myself slowly start to slip before a jolt of energy rushes through

me. Looking upwards I see those same orbs slowly move towards me. Each disappearing into my body and

returning lost strength, I scrabble for purchase making the long climb. Pulling myself over the edge I

shamble out of the ruins. Stopping by a river I see my visage. A horrible amalgamation of man and bird

stares back at me as the desire to kill, tear, and maim suddenly engulfs me. Tamping down on those

feelings I slowly revert until I am a man with those giant wings outstretched. Nodding to myself as I

feel how much I can safely control, letting the rest of the power recede. Looking down at my changed

arm, I make the long walk back to Noxian civilization. "The Darkness is coming. We must prepare."

Thinking back to the fools who sent us on this mission in the first place,I growl out "And if they will

not listen they will be MADE to listen." As I walk silently my head snaps up and I spin my view in a

specific direction. Snarling out, "Dreya....the sickly 3rd princess of the small country of..."

"Demacia."