A small cloaked silhouette calmly perched on the thick branch of an elder tree, the sounds of birdsong filled the air and seemed to never cease as they echoed through the forest.
The yordle's gaze narrowed as he leaped forward from his perch, landing in silence in the next tree, becoming camouflaged by the thick cover of leaves.
He could have sworn Zed had been here just moments ago.
A soft growl-like noise escaped his small chest, vibrating through him. Zed should know better than to show his face around these parts!
Surely the Order of Shadows’ leader knows better than to go poking his nose where it doesn't belong? Kennen thought.
Nonetheless, he needed to find out for sure if the Order was lurking around.
He quickly descended from his scouting point in the tree, and traveled silently amongst the shadows. He planned on searching every nook and cranny for those bloody ninjas.
The small yordle already had plans to immediately report back to the Kenkou leader if any signs of the intruders were found.
It was still early morning, and dew still dampened the ground under-foot, the golden sunlight reflected within the droplets in a beauty only nature could capture. The yordle wanted to pause to watch the breeze ripple the emerald tendrils carpeting the earth, but, he was not about to get distracted by mother nature’s beauty. He had a job to do.
“Any sign of them?” A deep and thundering man's voice suddenly reached his ears.
The yordle froze in place, pricking his ears, listening and locating the source of the noise.
“No, not yet.” A younger voice replied, his voice sounding submissive.
The yordle moved slowly forward and silently ducked into a bush.
So, he had been right, Zed was around here. The question was why, though? What did the Kenkou have the Order of the Shadow would want? The yordle shook his head silently. He needed to report this, and save his detective skills for later.
“Keep looking then! Don't just be standing around! Move! Move!” Zed's voice made the small yordle want to jump right out of his hiding spot and assault the Order leader with a Thunder Shuriken, but he knew that would most likely end in death since he couldn't actually see Zed nor how many ninjas he had with him.
Gritting his teeth in frustration, he carefully backed up before turning and silently scaling a tree; finding running through the tree-tops a faster way to travel, and a more shielding camouflage than the open ground.
Back at base, the yordle quickly went inside, not wanting to expose the almost hidden base amongst the undergrowth to any spies..
“Kennen?” a female’s voice reached his ears and the yordle paused, looking at her through narrowed eyes.
“What’s the rush?”
“You know me, I'm always in a rush, Akali!” Kennen said, attempting a jovial tone, but Akali gave him a knowing look. Kennen sighed, “If you must know I discovered Zed and a few of his henchmen.” Kennen informed her quickly, and rushed off towards the tent where the Kenkou leader resided.
Inside the tent, there was a sleeping bag in the corner, and a large wooden table in the center where a tall, slender, masculine silhouette stood.
“Shen, I have returned.” Kennen called out, pulling back his hood and mask, and twitching an ear.
“What is it Kennen?” The Kenkou leader asked, lifting his head and turning to him, narrow eyed.
“Zed, and other members of the Order of the Shadow. I spotted them whilst scouting the area.” Kennen responded quickly, and crossing his arms.
Akali entered the tent, knowing something was going on.
“What's all the ruckus about?” She asked demandingly, looking between Kennen and Shen.
Kennen rolled his eyes, sighing again.
“I've done told you, Akali.” Kennen responded roughly, getting irritated at the repetition. He knew action needed to be taken, and that time was of the essence.
Shen addressed Akali’s question, “Zed and his henchmen, I assume spotted north of here?” Shen turned his gaze back to Kennen, eyes still narrow.
“That is correct.” The yordle responded, twirling his shuriken in-hand.
Akali sighed, shaking her head slowly.
“What do you plan on doing about it, then?” Akali asked, crossing her arms.
Shen was clearly thinking hard, looking down at the map. His hands were flat on the wooden table, and he reached over and grabbed a feather and dipped it in red ink, then handed it to Kennen.
“Mark where you saw them.” Shen said.
“I didn't see them, I heard them..” Kennen muttered as he marked a circle where he had patrolled, and marked an X in the location he discovered Zed and his ninjas.
“It'd be a death sentence if we decided to attack.” Kennen spoke up, one ear pricked.
“We can't look like cowards.” Akali argued, narrowing her eyes at Kennen.
“Akali, he's right, we're no match for Zed and his ninjas. We're too few in number.” Shen pointed out to her, lifting his eyes from the map. “We'll just keep a sharp eye out for now, if you spot them, do not engage, report immediately to me. Dismissed.”
Akali left the tent, silent, but obviously against the verdict.
Kennen exited the tent behind her, drawing his hood back over his head and pulling up the mask.
“Kennen.” Shen called after the yordle. Kennen looked back at Shen who had his head poked out of the tent. “Be careful.” He said before ducking back inside.
Kennen nodded, before rushing off.
He found himself perched up in a soaring tree many hours later, ears pricked and listening for any signs of the Order.
It was mid-sun now, and the heat blazed down on the forest below.
Kennen shifted uncomfortably in the heat, ears flat in annoyance.
He drew back his hood, and mask, letting the cool breeze smooth his fur.
He had found no signs of Zed or the Order.
It's as if they just… vanished… Kennen thought, eyes narrowed in thought.
Suddenly there was a rush of wind as something shot past him.
Kennen froze, keeping deathly still.
Then he felt a stabbing pain in his back as he was knocked off the branch into the air.