(So, originally my plan was to do a Nami x OC fic, but I realized I had no actual idea for a plotline. I mean, I had an inkling, but it didn't really have anywhere to go after the beginning. But then I had a sudden burst of inspiration, and came up with this instead. This is gonna be more fun of a story than the other two, and it's got a pretty interesting perspective. But you already knew that, didn't you? This might take a few ideas from Rick Riordan's Trials of Apollo, but probably not that much. This'll be from my OC's POV, and hopefully I can make this super entertaining. NOW LET'S GET THIS ON!)
Hi. My name is Helios, and I'm the sun.
Yeah, that big ball of fire you see everyday. The one that makes crops grow and keeps you warm? That's me. The ball of fire that you curse on a hot day in the deserts of Shurima? Also me. Sorry about that, by the way. And yeah, I'm the entity that my peeps the Solari worship.
Well, technically I'm not the sun right now, more or less its Avatar. I'm currently writing a personal account of my recent experiences in Runeterra, at the Institute of War's library. To be honest, it took some convincing from my friends to do this. I don't have much experience with writing. Actually, none at all. But then again, Kolminye promised me this would be the only thing I'd have to write for the archives. Apparently once I'm done writing they'll use my memories to turn this into a video. I dunno why the High Councilor even wants this thing made. I guess it's because I'm one of the few "gods" to enter the League of Legends. She probably wants people to remember this "historic moment."
Anyways, you're probably wondering something: "Wait. If you're the actual sun, blinding glare and all, writing in a library, then how come I can see a giant ball of fire outside my window? It's some other star, is it?" Well, it's like I said, I'm not purely the sun anymore; more or less its Avatar. If you have no idea what that means, I'll get to it. This might be some sorta documentary, but this is gonna be one that you could treat as a story. It's gonna have action, adventure, hopefully comedy depending on your tastes, and yeah, even a bit of romance. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but still!
(Nasus is looking over my shoulder right now. He seems to be taking interest, so I might be on the right track. Although, I can't decide if him laughing is a good or bad thing. It is against library rules to make loud noises, though. Hypocrisy much, Nasus?
He's not laughing anymore. Helios 1, Nasus 0.)
Want to see me take on the world's biggest freeloader? How about me nearly burning down the Summoner's Rift? Or having an awkward moment with one of my descendants? If that's not enough, wanna see what happens when I eat spicy food? You can probably guess, but I bet you'll want to see it happen anyway.
Now, where should we start? Hmmm...
I've got it!
How about we start at the beginning?
In the beginning, there was nothing.
The world was null and void, and Valoran had yet to be for-
Whoah, whoah, wait! Not that beginning! My beginning!
Sorry, my hyper-eidetic memory kinda went into overdrive. I'm not actually "writing" this, per sé. I've got this weird rune hooked up to my brain that's relaying my memories. I guess I'm writing the subtitles for the video?
Wait, is this thing gonna be a film? I swear to all the gods, if I find out that this gets released in theaters, I'm gonna-
Sorry, getting off track. Where were we? Oh, right. The beginning.
I was created pretty much the same way most stars in the universe were: by a giant space-dragon that shot lasers and starfire. Standard stuff, really. But I was different than most. I was a special little snowflake. Or...fireflake, I guess? Whatever.
Anyways, a little more TLC went into me. I was hotter (in both terms of the word, if I do say so myself), more powerful. Was I the strongest? No, but none of the stronger stars really were. We were kinda sorted based on power levels. We had the dwarfs, which were basically the weenies, babies and old geezers. Contrary to popular belief, they aren't actually white-hot. Actually, a lot of things I'm going to tell you contradict what Piltovan scientists think (Heimerdinger's gonna go nuts afterwards. Wait, isn't he some sorta engineer? Whoops).
Then we had the average Joes, the yellow stars that were the most common type. They were pretty average for a sun. Didn't have much going for them. I mean, sure, once in a while they got lucky and made a measly solar system (like that one with only one planet capable of sustaining life. Earth, I think it was? Ugh, how unoriginal), but otherwise they never really accomplished anything.
After that came the orange stars. The ones that were powerful enough to make good systems, but not too much to burn them to a crisp accidentally. They had it pretty easy when it came to life. They could be pretty fun astral bodies from time to time, and flare parties were common in clusters of them.
Next, there were the big red stars. The super-jocks that ate steroids for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. The idiots were too hot (literally, not figuratively) to do anything right. They couldn't even get a desert planet going! I mean, they tried, but all of their prototypes just boiled and cracked open like an egg. All brawn, no brains. Made for terrible conversationalists. I should know. I've tried.
But then, there's the cool stars. The bright, blazing golden ones that can make the equivalent of an entire galaxy. And then blow them up, if we got angry enough. I knew a star who did that once. Poor guy had to start over from scratch. I happen to be lucky enough to be among those VIPs. Or is it VIS's? You know what, we're just gonna roll with it.
When we stars mature, we expand our gravitational fields to start making our own solar systems. At first, we mainly just abuse our power. Making two huge chunks of rock, smashing them together, possibly ruining lesser stars' systems, that sorta thing. Once we got serious, we actually started making planets that life could inhabit. Your first successful planet was always a big moment. It's basically the equivalent to becoming a parent for the first time. Solar flares in celebration, astral disco party, you name it and we did it. And for those of you with dirty minds, no, we didn't do that. What would we do it with, anyways? We're giant balls of fire. We don't have limbs. Or extremities. Well, I do now, but you get the point.
Almost everybody else decided to make lots of planets that were good in general, and have a huge "family." No wonder our creator had so much trouble polishing us up. It actually turns out he became lazy as hell, but more on that in later chapters.
I, on the other hand, decided to experiment a bit. I wanted to see what would happen if I just focused all of my attention on one planet, and made it the best I could. So I did. It took me billions of years, and twice as long as most planets, but I succeeded. I made one of the goddamn best planets the universe has ever known: the one you're standing on. You're welcome, by the way. Standing ovation? No? Fine.
Runeterra was...is the perfect planet. At least in my opinion. It had a little bit of everything, from the frozen peaks of the Freljord, the deserts of Shurima, and everything in between. Not to mention it had magic! Well, the lifeforms I made could probably get along a little better, but in terms of geography, I aced it! That was pretty lucky, especially considering the setbacks I had. Again, I'll explain later.
I had a good time. My experiment had worked better than I ever imagined, and I got to just lay back and watch my planet progress. My lifeforms could be pretty fun to watch sometimes. It's kind of like ultra-HD television. Anything my light touches, I can see. I'm pretty much blind otherwise.
What, you thought as an almost-god would be like "Oh loyal servant, bring thine sacrifice hither?" Ew, no. For one, I could barely understand that sentence myself, and two, there's not a lot to do when you're a star. Yeah, the flare parties could be pretty wild, but other than that we just kind of sit around (or float). I picked up plenty of casual language from my viewings. I've been watching Runeterra from the very beginning. I know all, I see all, and I even know what Pantheon looks like under the helmet (no, I'm not telling.). Well, I used to. And even when I did there were a few things I couldn't see. But now I get to see them personally. And that was only the casual language, by the way. You think you invented speech? Nope.
But enough about origins, awesome as they may be. Now, let's actually get into where our story really begins.
It was a typical day for me.
I was chilling out in space, free of all anxiety, and no worries about my well-being in sight. I was watching Runeterra TV, and as usual it was pretty interesting. I was cramming in as much time as I could before the League of Legends started. Why would I be doing that? I'll tell you.
I actually had no idea what went on in there. The one setback to making a world with magic is when the denizens start coming up with ways to use it to annoy you. For example, the Institute of War had magical wards around it that prevented me from peeking although not me specifically. I considered that kind of rude. What, the assholes were too introverted to let me get my daily news update? I mean, I knew it was for security reasons, but I was still pissed off about it.
So there I was, flipping through the "channels," meaning I just looked at different sections of my planet.
Demacia and Noxus screaming bloody murder at each other? Check. Oooooh, Garen and Katarina are fighting again! Let's see, are they flirting? Yep. Just like always. Honestly Garen, take her on a goddamn date already!
Freljord doing manly Freljord things? Check. Tryndamere and Gragas are having a drinking contest. Naturally, Gragas is winning. At this point I'm just gonna assume Gragas has alcohol for blood. Aaaaaand Tryndy just passed out. Lovely. No, wait, he's getting up. Wait, is Ashe gonna substitute for him while he recovers? Atta girl! And to think she was almost a literal block of ice at their wedding. I'll bet she's not regretting it now.
Shurima still recovering from Xerath's brief Ascendance 'roid rage? Check. Get a move on Azir! I can wait a few thousand years, but everybody else can't!
Shadow Isles creepy and emo with a dark and brooding overlord? Check. Ewww, Elise is leading one of her "pilgrimages" again! Lady, you need to see somebody about your eating habits!
Ionia still full of cool-ass ninjas? Check. Zed and Syndra still plotting revenge even though it's kind of pointless? Yep. Oh well, at least Shen's cool.
Bilgewater still full of mighty fine ladies? CHECK! Heh, and to think the other stars never had ones this good. Of course, it's only by human standards, but still: SUCK-EEEERRRRSSS!
Piltover dealing with a bat-shit crazy terrorist? Check. Bloody hell, Caitlyn, can't you come up with a decent way of keeping her locked up? ...Also, thank gods you can't hear me, because it'd be really embarrassing if you found out I made fun of your accent.
Zaun filled with noxious chemicals and gases tearing up my atmosphere? Check. I'd vaporize Singed for being a complete maniac, but I might overdo it and blow up the planet.
Kumungu's still filled with devil plants and the Guardian's Sea is still downright fabulous, so nothing's new, really.
Talking to yourself again, Helios?
Oh, gods, don't tell me you're up already!
Who was that, you ask? Only the most annoying entity in the history of the universe.
Selene, the moon.
I swear to the gods, I have the worst luck when it comes to getting a moon. Moons are unpleasant in general. We stars can't stand them. Here's why: Some of you reading (or watching) might have different ideas of what a moon is. Some of you might think "Serene." Or "Beautiful." Maybe even "Elegant." The truth is, all moons are one thing:
Complete and utter freeloaders.
All they ever do is mooch off our power without even asking. All those legends about the moon having magical power? Completely true, but at the same time completely not true! You know how the moon only reflects sunlight? That means that is our power they're using! All they're doing is just twisting it into something that isn't nearly as cool as its original form.
Selene isn't even a real moon. Normally they just form from leftover sediment after a planet's done being created, then spend the rest of their lives being complete assholes. Selene, on the other hand, pissed me off even before she was a moon. You want to know what she did? Fine.
It wasn't my intention to make Runeterra mostly covered with water. It actually used to be bigger. I had this huge continent planned for the complete opposite side of the planet, a few thousand miles away from Valoran and the Shadow Isles. It was gonna be awesome, with all sorts of cool stuff! I was the happiest I'd ever been on the day the planet was finally finished, continent and all. I gave myself an imaginary pat on the back, thought "Well done!" to myself and prepared to enjoy my creation.
Then along came this big ugly asteroid that decided smashing into my planet was the best idea in the universe. Directly into my new continent, to be specific. Oh, and not only did it wreck my masterpiece (which meant I had to start over from about halfway), it decided to take the leftover pieces and add them to itself! End result: Selene. Smug Bitch Numero Uno.
I'll admit, I was angry. I might've vaporized Runeterra if I hadn't redirected my blast of solar energy at the last second. Every astral body in the universe probably heard me. Then again, my loud cry of "FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" as I unleashed hell probably wasn't very inconspicuous, either.
Anyways, back to where we were at the time.
What the hell are you doing here, thieving freeloader? I said, as she floated up under me. I'm busy!
Doing what? She replied, snarky. You hardly ever do anything. All you ever do is sit around and watch the rodents scurry from dull point A to dull point B.
So do you! I shot back. And they're not rodents! I put a lot of work into them!
They're not even impressive. They only eat, sleep, fight and die.
They do a lot more than that. You're just jealous.
Why would I be jealous of pathetic rodents that can't even compare to our power?
You mean MY power! You just mooch off of me and reflect my light!
Still mad at me for that little incident, Helios?
Damn right I am, bitch! I literally spent billions of years on that continent! Then you come along and decide it'd look better crushed!
It's not my fault your ever-so-precious continent looks better on me. I look simply dazzling, don't you think?
Hell no! I had to work for 12 billion more years to fix Runeterra!
Maybe if you didn't mess up my projects I wouldn't mess up yours.
Your project was a ripoff of mine! And you screwed me over first!
Still doesn't change the fact that you ruined my hard work. Perhaps a punishment is in order...
I snorted. Please, I was here billions of years before you were even a pebble! If anything, I should be punishing you! I- I stopped as I noticed where Selene was going. She was moving directly under me, right over Valoran.
No.
She wouldn't dare.
Not my shows.
But apparently from Selene's mood, oh yes my shows.
Selene, don't you dare do it! I warned. It's my screen time!
Too late. And with that, she eclipsed me. Again.
YOU BITCH! I actually released a flare. I WAS WATCHING THAT!
Tough. Selene replied. It's my turn now. Maybe if you apologize, I'll consider cutting my viewing time off a few seconds.
I'LL VAPORIZE YOU!
Tut tut, you can't, remember? Runeterra needs me. You'll mess it up if you destroy me.
I hate you.
The feeling's mutual.
I sighed in irritation. Once Selene went Full Bitch Mode (which was nearly all the time) nothing could stop her from getting what she wanted. I should've gone insane by this point. I'd been dealing with her for a few billion years, after all. But nope, I'm still thinking perfectly clearly. At least if I was insane, it would've been easier.
Why do I even bother putting up with you? I grumbled. All you ever do is annoy me and wreck my stuff.
The same could be said for you. You're much too hot-headed and idiotic for my tastes. If you had at least half my brain cells I could find you at least semi-tolerable.
We don't have brain cells, freeloader! I snapped. And at least I didn't look like a potato when I was created!
You had better take back that insult.
Never!
You inconsiderate wretch! Have you no appreciation of my splendor?!
I have appreciation of my splendor! You just mooch it off me!
At least I don't blind whoever looks at me!
Shut up! You ripped off my entourage!
I made a better version!
You only say that because they worshipped you instead of me!
Exactly. Better.
Was not!
Was!
Was not!
Was!
Was NOT!
Was!
WAS NOT!
WAS!
WAS GODDAMN NOT!
ENOUGH! Selene snapped. I stopped, stunned.
What did you just say to me? I felt my flames steadily growing hotter. I was losing my patience. Hopefully Selene would stop, or I'd end up disintegrating a nation or two. She liked Runeterra almost as much as I did, although it was mainly because she enjoyed the fact that it was so dependent on her. Bitch. I've probably used that word at least twelve different times, but that really was the best word to describe Selene.
I have had ENOUGH of your insufferable attitude! You are pompous, arrogant, hot-headed and rude! I have suffered in silence for billions of years while you whine about every little act I perform! I am THROUGH with this. No more.
I sat there, stunned. Suff - Suffer - Suffered in - SUFFERED IN SILENCE!? I HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR OVER-THE-TOP BITCHINESS FOR BILLIONS OF YEARS AND THE ONLY THING I GET OUT OF IT IS A HEADACHE! IF ANYTHING, I SHOULD BE THROUGH WITH YOU!
I was the angriest I'd been in a long time. Selene was calling me arrogant? She was literally describing herself in full detail! What was even more ridiculous was that she was younger than me by approximately 10 billion years. If anything I should be the one speaking eloquently.
Not to worry, Helios. I already have a plan which will enable us to spend a little more distance away from each other.
Good! I-
Wait, what?
I probably should've noticed the pure white light beaming up from Runeterra into Selene. But hey, I was angry. The only thing Selene ever got right about me was that I was hot-headed. But back to the light.
It was making Selene glow brighter, like she did at night. I didn't get to see where it was coming from, though. Shame, because I totally would've broken my no-vaporizing rule.
A bigger beam of light shot out of Selene, and all the way to me. I just kind of sat there. Should I have done something? Probably, yeah. But I never really took Selene seriously, even when she was incredibly annoying.
As the light struck me, I began to feel...weird. It was a really hard feeling to describe. I'll give it my best shot to describe it to you. Basically, imagine you're floating underwater. Now imagine the water begins compacting you and forcing you to curl up into a tiny ball. Then the water shoots you down a current at about two-hundred miles an hour. Without limbs.
See? I told you it was weird.
Even weirder was that everything was growing bigger. Since when did it do that? Whatever astral entity was buffing everything up, it was doing it pretty well. I was impressed.
Then I realized that I was actually getting smaller. I was only kinda freaked out; this sort of thing hadn't really happened to me before. I was more curious than anything else, really. I looked behind me, and I saw myself. A big ball of fire, getting rapidly smaller. I looked down, and saw what looked like a stream of molten magma connecting my two bodies.
Hold on a second.
Two?
Sure enough, I was somehow disconnected from my body, dripping out of it like yolk from an egg. That's pretty much what it looked like. I didn't even have limbs. I was just a drip of molten liquid from the world's hottest egg. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden increase in pressure around me, compressing me further.
This would be the part where I got thrust down the current.
The most demeaning part was that it wasn't even a cool separation. There was no explosion, no boom of thunder to demonstrate my awesomeness. There wasn't even a flash of light. It was just an audible pop, like a cork from a bottle. Kind of hurt my feelings, now that I think about it. Couldn't my dramatic exit be at least a little more...I don't know, dramatic?
"Selene...YOU BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!" I screamed as I rocketed downwards, toward the world I had created.
This was the point where my life began to suck.
(So, I hope you liked the little taste of my new story. This was sort of a prologue-slash-intro, to help you get a feel of what you can expect. I'm still working on my other two stories, so it might be a while before I update this again. A few weeks, tops. I've got some fun ideas for this story...I think. I'm gonna need feedback before I make a decision. For those of you who are mythology-oriented, yes, I decided to name my characters after the Greek titans of the sun and moon. You try coming up with good names. It's hard. Oh, and if you're into astronomy and currently tearing your hair out over my scientific inaccuracies, sorry. This is a fanfic. You're gonna have to just roll with it. Who will I include in this story? The ones listed in the summary, plus a few others, one I've already hinted at. Who is Helios's descendant? Post your guess in the review for this little snippet of what's to come. Until next time!
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