His eyes slowly opened.

He expected to see the cold, familiar stone ceiling of his little home in Nox.

He expected to wake up, live his life like he always had since he had gained his powers, a life filled with battles and blood.

He also expected to go to bed the same day, only to awake the next day, in a world filled with repetition.

He did not expect two of the most dangerous assassins known to Noxian to be on each side of his bed.

He did not expect that his body was filled with paralyzing toxins.

He did not expect this day to be his last.

Sadly, it was.

"Hello again, Vladimir, long time no see." Akali said with a smile.

"Akali, Shen, what a pleasure seeing you two here." Vladimir replied.

Akali swung her Kama down at the Crimson Reaper's legs.

"It would be so nice to have a friendly chat, Vladimir, but you have impeded the balance of the Noxian and Demiacian war."

"Short said; you're dead." Shen said, as he drew his Ki infused twin swords down on Vladimir’s throat. Seperating Vladimir's head from his body.

“Shen, inform the Noxian leaders that their “valued” Blood Mage has left this world. I’ll find Kennen and then we’re out of this place.”

Akali disappeared in a Twilight Shroud, leaving Shen with the dead body of the Crimson Reaper.

It wasn’t long before he too, was gone.

His eyes slowly opened.

He expected to see the sundering fires of the underworld.

He did not expect to see the clear, blue sky which lay right in front of his eyes.

He did not expect to smell the nature at its finest.

He did not expect to see a tiny butterfly glide by his face.

He expected to lift his body with his own two hands and walk around with his own two feet.

He did not expect his clothes to be gone and his limbs to hooves.

He did not expect himself to transform himself into a blood pool and lose consciousness because of that.

He did not expect to hear a shriek in the distant and hear the sound of horse hoofs running towards him.

He expected to close his eyes and wake up a few hours later.

He did.

Vladimir lay in a comforting bed in the middle of a white, but still dark room.

“How is the patient?” A girly voice asked, her voice filled with concern.

“He’s going to be up and moving in about three hours. Still, I wonder what made him lose six liters of blood; he doesn’t even have any kind of injury on him.” The deep voice replied to the girl.

“Hey, is there anybody there?” Vladimir asked.

The door to the room opened up and let in some light.

“Mister, please stand still for a second, you have just lost six liters of blood, so give me a minute to do a check-up you can probably be out in an hour or so.” The deep voice said in a relaxing way.

Vladimir thought back on his years as a teenager, when he still lived with his teacher.

“How much blood does a human have?” The raspy old voice asked him.

“A human have five point six liters of blood inside of them.” Vladimir replied.

“Very good Vlad, now, how much blood does every single animal have?”

Vladimir still remembered that lesson down to every single detail.

“Mister, what am I?” Vladimir asked.

“You are a pony.” The deep voice said.

“Wait, what?!” Vladimir yelled out while staring where his hands should be, finding hooves instead.