General Du Couteau's disappearance came as a shock to all Noxians, especially to Talon. He simply vanished without a trace. No clues, no evidence, no nothing. Search parties were amassed, but none were successful.
In spite of his superiors commanding him not to, Talon took matters into his own hands. He left Noxus and began searching everywhere on Runeterra in order to find the one man worthy of his respect. Although he was an agent of the Noxian High Command, Talon had pledged his service, not to Noxus, but to Du Couteau, the only man who was literally superior to him.
In the months following Du Couteau's disappearance, new evidence was discovered that led many Noxians to believe that the general had been slain by a Demacian agent. The identity of this Demacian was unknown.
When Talon returned to Noxus after following nothing but red herrings, he was notified of the discovery. He snapped and immediately marched toward Demacia, filled with the desire to avenge Du Couteau. However, before he could leave Noxus' walls, an ambush team set up by Grand General Swain attempted to capture Talon so that he couldn't leave again. Of course, most of them were no match for him, but he wasn't there to fight. He needed to leave, and leave he did.
He responded by using his Shadow Assault ability, throwing blades in all directions. His ambushers dodged and parried them with relative ease. However, while his pursuers were preoccupied, Talon had seemingly vanished into thin air.
Now officially exiled from Noxus, Talon dedicated his life to assassinating the skilled warriors of Demacia, hoping to find one that claimed to be Du Couteau's killer.
A clearly exhausted messenger sprinted into one of the tents of a Demacian military camp. He said in between breaths,
"Sir!... an intruder... has broken... through the perimeter!"
"What? Just one?" The sergeant asked, putting his hand on the sheath of his sword.
"They… they killed a whole company of men in an instant! We have to-" A trio of triangular spinning knives flew through the air and sawed through his back before he fell to the ground in agony. The sergeant drew his sword and ran out of the tent, ready to confront the Demacian butcher.
Readying his blade, Talon watched as the sergeant rushed out of his tent.
Just a little closer...
He leaped into the air and was mere inches away from plunging his blade into the sergeant's back.
"Show yourse-!"
Suddenly... everything was dark.
Talon suddenly woke up in a chair. He looked around, deeply confused.
What...? Where am I?
He scanned his surroundings and discovered that the layout of his proximity looked like the inside of an odd house, but when he looked through a window, he noticed that he was flying at hundreds of miles per hour! He deduced that he was in some kind of... flying house. Such a thing would be impossible to construct, he thought.
As he examined the rest of his surroundings, many more unfamiliar things (and people) caught his eye. His expression of confusion soon turned to awe, but then to anger. How was he apprehended so easily?