Talon
[font=Cambria]Hidden From Mind[/font]
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- Age 26
- Somewhere that is nowhere
- Seen May 25, 2017
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There's only five of us now. We're ancient. We were created before humans and before yordles. We are more ancient than most of Runeterra itself. We used to thrive. We used to live for ages and fight for the thrill. But now, there's only five of us left. I'm one of those five. I haven't seen the rest in ages. My blade thirsts for blood, but I can't find any victims. I'm supposed to be a "God of War" to mortals, but no God would do the things I've done. I've created evil. I am evil. I'm full of darkness and hatred, and I can't do anything about it. I'm immortal and I must live with what I've created. The others, I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I know they must be out there some where. I can feel them. I know they exist.
It's been so long since I've seen them, I can't even remember what they look like or what their voices sounded like. I can't. I just can't. It kills me inside. I know they're there, but I'll never see them again. War has thrown across the world. We're all "gods" to mortals. Do you know what it's like living for an eon and having not seen your own brother in over a millennium? War, it creates true bonds. It's what I live for. But how do you live with war, when war is what took your family and friends from you? How do you live with your own creation when it is the driving force behind your own madness? How do you cope with something like that? I don't think I'll ever know. I don't think anyone will ever know.
I can't even remember what started the war that ended us. I can't remember who we messed with that caused the destruction of our kind. It was millennia ago. No one remembers. No one can remember for that long. Time can and will take everything from you. Immortals are not meant to live happily for eternity. It is not possible to have eternal happiness. Eventually, time takes those that are most precious to you, and when it does, you forget how to love. War is all that I know, now. Time has taken everything from me. It's almost as if I'm racing against time to create a new reality. One in which I can see my brother. One in which I am not immortal. One in which my life is not set in stone and I do not have to follow my race into destruction. If I had had a choice, I never would have fought that war. It was a losing fight, but I can't remember who against.
There is only dark things to come from war. However, not all dark things are bad things. Some light exists in all dark. Some good comes from everything bad. Whether that good benefits you is irrelevant. I have lived long enough to know that if anything comes from war, it is good. There can be no good without sacrifice.
'Even those with nothing can give their lives.' We were always taught that as a kid. We were always taught that war is only permanent solution to problems. If you have any problem, war can fix the problem, forever. War is what shaped this world. War is what will continue to shape this world. I have lived for an eon. I have seen this world grow and shape itself into what it is, and I will continue to see it for what it is. This world is one ravaged by war. War created this land, and it will continue to be the only means of settling disputes. The inhabitants of this world are too barbaric to create other means of compromise. I do agree with their methods. War is the only true answer. However, I do not always agree with the methods of fighting, so I improvise.
When I see a war that is going in the wrong direction, I jump in and turn the tide of battle. I empower their men with the fury of devils and fill their minds with the idea of death. I turn a group of 10 men into seemingly an army of a thousand. The mortals of this world are not very skilled in the art of war. Any war can be won if you simply know your enemy and are brave enough to fight. It is not enough to be smart, you must be brave and strong. You can fight, and be remembered as a hero, or die, and be remembered as a coward. It does not matter that you live, it only matters that you fight.
I control Runeterra from behind the scenes. They do not know it yet, but I have carved this land the way I see fit. Eventually, they will understand, and they will thank me for what I have done. At first glance, my work may seem like a bad job, and it may seem as if I have done a terrible job at shaping this land, but in the future, it will be revealed. My master plan is taking shape, and I will have this world the way I want it, or I will die trying. Mere mortal men and creatures can not defeat me. They will do as I say, and there is nothing they can do about it.
I am Aatrox, the Darkin Blade. I fight for this world. I correct this world. I am one of five of the last remaining of the Darkin. We are the species of war. Our race was annihilated by someone. I will find that someone, if they still exist millennia later, and I will crush them like they did the Darkin.
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A millennia by myself has taught me one thing: War is the only answer.
Spoiler:
There's only five of us now. We're ancient. We were created before humans and before yordles. We are more ancient than most of Runeterra itself. We used to thrive. We used to live for ages and fight for the thrill. But now, there's only five of us left. I'm one of those five. I haven't seen the rest in ages. My blade thirsts for blood, but I can't find any victims. I'm supposed to be a "God of War" to mortals, but no God would do the things I've done. I've created evil. I am evil. I'm full of darkness and hatred, and I can't do anything about it. I'm immortal and I must live with what I've created. The others, I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I know they must be out there some where. I can feel them. I know they exist.
It's been so long since I've seen them, I can't even remember what they look like or what their voices sounded like. I can't. I just can't. It kills me inside. I know they're there, but I'll never see them again. War has thrown across the world. We're all "gods" to mortals. Do you know what it's like living for an eon and having not seen your own brother in over a millennium? War, it creates true bonds. It's what I live for. But how do you live with war, when war is what took your family and friends from you? How do you live with your own creation when it is the driving force behind your own madness? How do you cope with something like that? I don't think I'll ever know. I don't think anyone will ever know.
I can't even remember what started the war that ended us. I can't remember who we messed with that caused the destruction of our kind. It was millennia ago. No one remembers. No one can remember for that long. Time can and will take everything from you. Immortals are not meant to live happily for eternity. It is not possible to have eternal happiness. Eventually, time takes those that are most precious to you, and when it does, you forget how to love. War is all that I know, now. Time has taken everything from me. It's almost as if I'm racing against time to create a new reality. One in which I can see my brother. One in which I am not immortal. One in which my life is not set in stone and I do not have to follow my race into destruction. If I had had a choice, I never would have fought that war. It was a losing fight, but I can't remember who against.
There is only dark things to come from war. However, not all dark things are bad things. Some light exists in all dark. Some good comes from everything bad. Whether that good benefits you is irrelevant. I have lived long enough to know that if anything comes from war, it is good. There can be no good without sacrifice.
'Even those with nothing can give their lives.' We were always taught that as a kid. We were always taught that war is only permanent solution to problems. If you have any problem, war can fix the problem, forever. War is what shaped this world. War is what will continue to shape this world. I have lived for an eon. I have seen this world grow and shape itself into what it is, and I will continue to see it for what it is. This world is one ravaged by war. War created this land, and it will continue to be the only means of settling disputes. The inhabitants of this world are too barbaric to create other means of compromise. I do agree with their methods. War is the only true answer. However, I do not always agree with the methods of fighting, so I improvise.
When I see a war that is going in the wrong direction, I jump in and turn the tide of battle. I empower their men with the fury of devils and fill their minds with the idea of death. I turn a group of 10 men into seemingly an army of a thousand. The mortals of this world are not very skilled in the art of war. Any war can be won if you simply know your enemy and are brave enough to fight. It is not enough to be smart, you must be brave and strong. You can fight, and be remembered as a hero, or die, and be remembered as a coward. It does not matter that you live, it only matters that you fight.
I control Runeterra from behind the scenes. They do not know it yet, but I have carved this land the way I see fit. Eventually, they will understand, and they will thank me for what I have done. At first glance, my work may seem like a bad job, and it may seem as if I have done a terrible job at shaping this land, but in the future, it will be revealed. My master plan is taking shape, and I will have this world the way I want it, or I will die trying. Mere mortal men and creatures can not defeat me. They will do as I say, and there is nothing they can do about it.
I am Aatrox, the Darkin Blade. I fight for this world. I correct this world. I am one of five of the last remaining of the Darkin. We are the species of war. Our race was annihilated by someone. I will find that someone, if they still exist millennia later, and I will crush them like they did the Darkin.
A millennia by myself has taught me one thing: War is the only answer.