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Reincarnation in Runeterra

Aiden Ashworth was playing Final Fantasy XV when he heard a gunshot. It wasn't a weird occurence in his neighbourhood, so he paid it no mind. He regretted not doing so, as seconds later, a stray bullet went through his window and into his head. * God, who needed a soul to send in one of his many worlds, chose him, as his knowledge on the world he was sent to would help him greatly. * -Can I be reincarnated as Noctis?- asked the raven haired teen, his voice full of expectation. -But of course. I'll even grant you two more wishes besides that one, my child.- answered The Almighty in a voice that sounded powerful and untouchable, but at the same time loving and familiar.

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Waking Up... in a Battlefield?

*KLANG* *KLANG*

Aiden's eyes suddenly shot open to the sound of metal against metal, horrid screams of pain and the smell of blood. He found himself in a place he recognized from the many videos and concept arts he had seen.

Ionia, a land of espiritual people who harmonized with magic and nature. But the Ionia he found himself in, was at war. He instantly recognized the Noxian flag in the distant shore.

*SWOOSH*

He felt the air moving around him, and could picture a blade coming his way. Before it reached him, though, his body reacted on instinct and he phased through the attack. He wasn't surprised, as his conversation with God was still fresh on his mind.

'That bastard... he sent me straight into one of the many battles against the Noxian invasion to Ionia!' the raven thought to himself. He breathed deeply while he kept dodging and phasing through attacks. He checked his clothing and body, and they still were those he had hasked for. After making sure he was alright, he silently thanked God.

Not for the chance, and not for the wishes. But because he was in his favourite place in the entire universe of League of Legends. A place that didn't sit idly when attacked, a place were magic was accepted and a place were people cared for eached other as if they were one big family.

'I'd rather fight to defend Ionia than those hypocrites in Demacia' was one of the many thoughts he had. The reason why he had asked for the clothing he had was, after all, to be able to mix in with Ionian's as easily as possible.

Once he had finally gotten used to his body, he breathed in calmly and began searching his surroundings. If he was in Ionia during a battle... some of the people he knew should be around. And they were.

He quickly recognized a figure he knew very well. Irelia Lito, The Blade Dancer. She was the leader of the Ionian resitance. Not far from her, stood Karma, The Enlightened. Once a pacifist, she now was one of the strongest supporters of the resistance, always being present in the spearhead of their defence. Close by was also Yasuo, The Unforgiven. Ironically, he seemed to already have been forgiven for his never commited crime.

Aiden's heart clenched when he saw Irelia in danger. A creature that could only be described as flesh tied together, held by metal and rage, charging towards her. Sion, The Undead Juggernaut. Ad thought that Karma would save Irelia with one of her shields, but it wasn't happening. She was too busy with her own fight to protect Irelia. Yasuo was in a lockdown, surrounded by dozens of soldiers.

Something in his mind snapped. With little to no time in between Irelia's impending death and his action, a bladed star, similar to a shuriken but bigger, materialized in his hand, the fastest of the Royal Arms, The Star of the Rogue. Aiden threw the blade towards Irelia and, as soon as it was reaching her, teleported himself to it.

*

Irelia had been staring fearlessly at the giant bringer of death. It was when he was finally going to put her down and send her to the Spirit Realm that a shuriken, which reminded her of those Aphelios used when they fought in the Rift, appeared in front of her. The blade was then envelopped by a bright teal light, which took the form of a man with raven-black hair.

In his hand the weapon dissapeared, and as he knelt in front of her, a shield materialized. He stopped her impending death in nothing but a breath. His back seemed big and was, to her, almost tempting. When was the last time she had felt so safe, being behind someone else?

That was when she heard his voice. It seemed refined. Trained, like the voices of those who learned the art of speech.

-I can't allow a lady such as yourself to die under the axe of this... creature- he told her. His voice so relaxed that one wouldn't think they were in a battlefield. She saw him push the shield forward, and she had to hold her jaw back from hitting the floor. He had pushed back the creature known as Sion. An undead monster known becaue of his strength that toppled cities.

'Who is this man?' she thought to herself, as she kept looking at him with curiosity. Her doubts were almost solved when he spoke again. This time his voice sounded caring, and she felt like he was the solution to everything.

*

-I'm here to help. And I plan on protecting Ionia from whatever threatens it- said Aiden as he activated his Conqueror's Haki. The Noxian soldiers suddenly felt their legs become weak, and hey all fell to their knees, a cold sweat running through their backs. The people of Ionia, on the other hand, felt a warm sense of comfort and protection.

Aiden dematerialized The Shield of the Just and, around him, all of the Royal Arms began rotating. He extended one arm, and the blades floated horizontally to the ground. With a soft push, they dashed in all directions.

Aiden teleported from weapon to weapon, skillfully using them to push and kill as many enemies as he could. He took the Star of the Rogue and threw it at a group of soldiers, the shuriken bounced from enemy to enemy, reaping their lives off them.

He teleported to the Shield of the Just, barely in time to stop one of those who managed to remain standing from killing a young Ionian soldier. He next went to the Scepter of the Pious and bombarded a squad with rays of light.

Teleporting to the Blade of the Father, he defeated a dozen soldiers in what seemed like countless duels. When he reached the Mace of the Fierce, he hit the ground so hard that cracks were left in it.

He didn't leave a single weapon unused. The Swords of the Wanderer pierced always two enemied at a time. The Bow of the Clever impaled his enemies from a distance. The Katana of the Warrior slashed anyone in a hard to follow speed. The Axe of the Conqueror crushed armour and bone alike. The Sword of the Wise moved with elegance and finesse. The Blade of the Mystic erased all traces of dark magic in the battlefield. The Sword of the Tall erased it's objective from existance.

Finally, Aiden reached the Trident of the Oracle. This one was left besides Irelia, who was now being tended to Karma and Yasuo, as they observed in surprise, hope and a little warinness how he alone defeated the entire invading army.

One Noxian soldier, whose life was spared in the battle, had the courage to voice everyone's doubts. -Who are you?! What are you?!-

Aiden didn't look at him. He stared at Irelia, then at Karma and lastly at Yasuo. He nodded to each of them and only then did he open his mouth. His voice sounded authoritative, but filled with care and a wish to protect deeply ingrained in it.

-My name is Aiden Ashworth, and I am The Light of Ionia-