Artwork done by the ever fantastic artist  wolfy-nail and story done by user  wallabyjango (Thank you both so very much !)

I made a few adjustments to the story, a few edits and additions, but overall the majority is how Jango wrote it. He happens to be doing story commissions (though he is currently closed for now, though he looks to be opening soon). If you would like to commission a story from him in the future, go and give his FA page a look

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Ahri had spent many a year away from his family's home, now his home by inheritance. Castle Stormrise. It had been in his family for several generations going far back during the early years of the Roman-Albionan Empire. He thought about it often at night as he lay in bed and dreamt of himself sitting on the throne looking down the great hall. His family owned Stormrise Corp; reknowned across the British Republic as one of its leading weapon developers. His thoughts wondered to it more now that he was older and he wondered to himself if it was time to go back and recliam what he had left for someone else. For so many years Ahri left the pathway that he felt was expected of him and forged his own, the pathway of an educator. A professor. The bull was not only strong in body and spirit but his mind was sharper than any weapon and he was able to graduate in what seemed like mere weeks to him. But the graduation memory came with the bitter one of his parents passing. It was one of the few memories in his life that made him smile and swell with pride only to be brought to slight tears that ran slowly down his strong cheeks when he was alone in thought.

As he sat comfortably on a sofa chair by the fireplace, he thought back to a dream he had several weeks ago. It was one that made him wake up in a cold sweat, made his heart race so quickly it echoed in his ears and he swore that Val who slept next to him would awaken from it's thunderous sound. It seemed more like a nightmare in some parts. He dreamt of his mother and father walking away from him and no matter how fast he ran he couldn't catch them. He left them behind when he wanted to forge his own path and now in his dream they were leaving him. Ahri sat in his bed wondering to himself; was becoming a history professor his true calling? Had he failed to live up to his family's expectations? These questions made him recall another dream; a dream where he had returned to his ancestral home in Wales and claimed his rightful place as the Lord of Stormrise

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He had sent his uncle a letter in the morning when he woke stating that he was returning to the castle and would like to address everyone that was present there. The letter he recieved in return was full of joy and love, his uncle had not seen him and so long and one thing Ahri didn't know was secretly his uncle had come to hate the position t the company and was overjoyed to see his nephew return home. Per the bull's request his uncle had assembled everyone that worked for his family and even a few blood relatives for a speech that Ahri was to give. Ahri looked about the hallway that lead to the balcony, it was adorned with images of his family long past and more recent ones. The picture he stood in front of made his heart skip a beat as he gazed at it. One of the last paintings of his Mother and Father, him and his Brothers.

"Hello Mother. Father" he spoke softly, the accent in his voice barely audible as he lifted his large hand placing it on the hands of his parents long passed from this world. "I've come home."

He stood there for a few moments looking up at them as they gazed down at him. Even though they were painted images he could feel the love in their eyes. Ahri let his hand fall from it as he took a deep breath and walked down the hallway, his footsteps thudding lightly against the thick carpet. It was mere moments but to him it felt like longer as he opened the deep purple curtain making his way to the edge of the balcony that overlooked the furs below him. His breathing was heavy as he sought to find his words, they seemed lost in his mind, something that didn't happen often if ever. His gaze veered slowly over the faces that looked up to him, most he didn't know or even remember, others like his Uncle Magnus and Val brought a slight smile to his face. He lifted his hand and cleared his throat.

"My fellow brethren. You know my name and you know my family. They helped build weapons that brought peace to our lands, that drove the enemies into hiding so that we could rest our little ones down at night knowing that the morning light would kiss their faces and they would know that their future was a bright one." Ahri's voice thundered in the room, the concrete walls not only beckoned his voice to them but they sent it back to the ears of the waiting furs below him. "When I was a young man my father spoke of legacy, of destiny, the pathway that I was to take. He wanted me to uphold the family tradition and take my place there." He stopped and lifted his gloved hand to point to the throne at the end of the hall. It sat there in the darkness until the sun outside shone throughthe stained glass as if on cue calling out to it's rightful owner.

"When my father spoke to me about taking my place at the head of the family I felt that I could not fulfill what he wanted of me. I doubted my ability to live up to what he wanted. To live up to him. A wise person once said that each man must travel forward and create his own path in life. He should not be expected to take the role that is handed to him but instead he owes it to himself to be something more. I took my own path and went to school to learn more of the world. History. History was what i chose to learn and then to teach." his eyes gazed out amongst everyone, his uncle had a smile across his face that beamed with pride before he continued "History. It is what he have built our entire world on. It is what we look back to so that we may learn from our mistakes so that we can better ourselves and better our future. For without the past there is no future. Without the past we lose what made us into what we are or who we could become."

Ahri paused again. He had memerised this speech in his head but what he was speaking wasn't from memory. It was from the heart. "My mother and father.....my parents died when I was a young man and I couldn't take the role they wanted so I left. I left what was to be given to me to my Uncle Magnus and I left to learn. I learned what history taught us. I learned the horrors of life when my best friend.....when my best friend gave his life so that I could carry on a legacy. And I know that his legacy will carry on as well in his daughter. She has been with me for many years and is a reminder to me of the good that can come from a tragic memory. I have come home and I promise, no, I swear to you that I will not only live up to my father's legacy but I will surpass it and usher in a new wave to the future!"

Ahri threw his arms up as he yelled the last word. Then something happened he wasn't prepared for, cheers. The crowd beneath him erupted into a loud frenzy of whistles, claps, hollers and chants of his name.

"Hail Ahriman, the Lord of Stormrise !" They Chanted. "Hail Ahriman, the Lord of Stormrise ! Hail Ahriman, the Lord of Stormrise !"

He looked down to see his uncle placing a fist over his heart with a sideways smile and Val clapping her hands quickly smiling up at him. Ahri slowly looked through the room taking in the love and admiration before he looked upon the throne once again. It must have been a trick of the light shining into the room but he swore that he could see his mother and father on either side of it smiling up at him

"Yes Mother. Father. I am home."