Turbulence
[AN: Alot of info dump, sorry!]
Grand Canyon, Shurima's desert
"KAISA!" Ezreal's eyes fluttered open, he sat up as he looked at the surroundings.
As far as he could tell, he's in a normal bedroom.
'Am I still in the dream?' he muttered
*creek* The sound of the door being pushed open.
Ezreal tensed up, pointing his gauntlet toward the door, readying to shoot.
"Calm down, will ya? It's me." Poppy said as she pushed the door.
Seeing his companion, Ezreal calmed down, lowering his gauntlet.
"Phew, sorry, had a bad dream..."
"Yeah, I can tell. Screaming out "Kaisa" every now and then, you sure it wasn't a wet dream?" She snickered.
Hearing her, Ezreal blushed.
"Anyway, what happened back there? Who did you fight?" Poppy asked.
His experession turned serious, remembering the man that he fought, although hazy, he still recalls the man appearance.
"He was strong, very strong." Ezreal muttered, remembering the fight that he was powerlessly beaten down, almost losing his life.
"I don't remember how he was dressed up, as he was wearing a cloak, but he has a mask, a clown mask."
"Clown mask? Did he say anything else?" A strong person, possibly at A-rank, wearing a clown mask, she doesn't recall such a person.
"Ugh..." Ezreal rubs his head in pain as he tries to recall.
Then his eyes lit up, remembering the last moment before he passed out,
"He called himself Shaco, I think."
"Shaco!?" Poppy exclaimed!
'Yes! Of course! Strong, wear a mask, invisibility, it could only be him!'
"Hmm? You know him?"
"Yeah, The Demon Jester, Shaco..." She solemnly said. She then proceeded to tell Ezreal the information about Shaco.
Crafted long ago as a plaything for a lonely prince, the enchanted marionette Shaco now delights in murder and mayhem. Corrupted by dark magic and the loss of his beloved charge, the once-kind puppet finds pleasure only in the misery of the poor souls he torments. He uses toys and simple tricks to deadly effect, finding the results of his bloody "games" hilarious—and for those who hear a dark chuckle in the dead of night, the Demon Jester may have marked them as his next plaything.
*HISH* Ezreal suck in a cold breathe,
"Dark magic, there are people who dares to practice dark magic?"
Dark magic, a forbidden magic that was cast aside from the world, due to its cruelty and corruption, the magic was barred to cultivate from the world, except one place... The Shadow Ilses.
The shadow Ilses, this cursed land was once home to a noble, enlightened civilization, known to its allies and emissaries as the Blessed Isles. However, more than a thousand years ago, an unprecedented magical cataclysm left the barrier between the material and spirit realms in tatters, effectively merging the two… and dooming all living things in an instant.
Now, a malevolent Black Mist permanently shrouds the Isles, and the earth itself is tainted by dark sorcery. Mortals who dare to venture to these dismal shores will slowly have their life force stolen away from them, which in turn attracts the insatiable, restless spirits of the dead.
Those who perish within the Mist are condemned to haunt this nightmarish place for eternity—worse still, the power of the Shadow Isles appears to wax stronger with every passing year, allowing the most powerful specters to roam farther and farther across Runeterra.
*sigh* A heavy sigh came from Poppy.
"The world won't be peaceful anymore, it is the calm before the storm, those Shadow Ilses creatures are up to something..." Poppy said, as she took out her Diamond rank border Badge.
"Hey, it's me." Poppy said, the badge then shone with a blue light, emitting an image of a figure of a woman.
"What is it that you seek, Poppy?" A voice came from the image. The woman has a waist length silver hair, wearing nothing but her white undergarments, exposing the beautiful body to the beholders. With bright blue eyes and long elf-like ears.
"Yo, is the grandmaster there?" Poppy greets the woman and ask.
"The grandmaster has not come back, what is it that you seek, please do tell." the woman said. Her heavenly-like voice can soothe even the most grump person, like a soft breeze.
"Tcch, Whatever, tell the Grandmaster that, code shadow is starting its phase." Poppy said solemnly.
Even the woman changed her expression for the first time, she frowns and spoke
"Very well." With that she hung up.
"tccch, such troublesome woman..." Poppy complained, turning toward Ezreal and speak
"Any, let's go downstair, Soraka wants to check up on you." She walked out the door.
Ezreal stared at her, then turned his head toward the window, but after several seconds of not seeing anything, he proceeded to leave the room.
…
"Ohuhuhu, his sense is truly sharp." A voice suddenly sounds in the empty desert.
"This will be fun...."
….
Zaun, Shurima continent
Zaun, the dark mirror of the city above. Unlike PiltOver, who is in the limelight, showcasing its beauty to the world; Zaun is a large, undercity district, lying in the deep canyons and valleys threading PiltOver. What light reaches below is filtered through fumes leaking from the tangles of corroded pipework and reflected from the stained glass of its industrial architecture.
Many of the dark markets, gang war fares, scientists who find restrictions placed upon them in the city above are often welcomed in Zaun. Unfettered development of volatile technologies and reckless industry has rendered whole swathes of Zaun polluted and dangerous. Streams of toxic runoff stagnate in the city's lower reaches, but even here people find a way to exist and prosper.
How did the people of Zaun survive the turmoil within the chemically filled city? Well...
A gust of heavenly wind flew out of nowhere, surge toward Zaun, cleansing the air and impurities atmosphere within the city.
"There it is again!"
"Oh, thank you for your benevolence, the great goddess"
"Thank you thank you thank you..."
Many of the civilians knelt and sang praises to the ethereal existence.
Instead of replying, gusts of gentle winds swept through the city, many people find themselves healed of their injuries, the crowd went into another uproar as they chant praises and incantations toward the ethereal being above.
As for the person in question...
"Monsoon!" A heavenly voice rang through the air, a torrent of winds gathers, forming an intangible figure floating mid-air.
If Poppy were here, she would recognize the figure is the same person that had talked to her.
*sigh* An angelic sigh coming from the person.
"The winds are retreating, turbulences will ensure this world, the mother core is sending out warnings, the enviable would come, what choice will it take? No one knows..." the person solemnly said, as the wind disperse, the figure disappeared.