Chapter 1: Of Snow, Cats and Fluffy Followers

Author`s Note

Hey guys, welcome at this Fanfic. Please send me any feedback you can give me, as a review, or in a PM. This is a story I`ve just started. So there will be a lot more coming, but I might have to change stuff to this first chapter as well. Besides, I`m still trying to get used to this site, and so this hasn`t received a second-look yet. I`ve got someone that will work on that for me soon enough, but if you see any grammar issues, please tell me. Information about me is on my profile, but you can always ask if you want to know more. Also, this story (as you`ll read in this very chapter) is about Braum and his fluffy friends as well, but I can not select him as a character yet. There will be some "more or less" original characters in here as well, but I`ll explain them when they get involved in this story.

Happy reading! - Alsodef

Edit: The story received a huge rework, however, that was after a few days already, so only if you just read this story on it`s first day, I recommend reading it again.

Ziggs

I shivered when yet another ice flake touched my back. My fur had been soaked hours ago, and I was getting colder by the minute. I'd been struggling my way through the snow for what seemed like ages. My little feet carried me step after step, up towards the mountain top. I felt like my blood was starting to freeze, and I knew that I had to find a way out of this storm soon if I ever wanted to see sunlight again. I wiped the snow off of my face, and then shook my head to clear it from my ears as well. Then, out of the sudden, everything went wrong. I hadn't been careful; I had misplaced my feet and slipped. A startled yelp broke free from my frozen lips as I fell on my back and slowly slid downwards. All the progress I had made, my only chance of survival, went by before my eyes as I tumbled back down the mountain.

When I had finally came to a stop I looked around. Disoriented, I clumsily tried to get up. On the third try I managed to crawl back on my feet, but I screamed in agony as I tried to put pressure on my right foot. I fell back into the powdery snow. As careful as I was examining the injury, my paws shook too much, and even a slight prod made me grimace.

"This is it, Ziggs," I thought. "Your explosive career has come to an end in the cold, everlasting ice of the Freljord." I laid down in the snow, curled up to preserve what little warmth I had left in my body. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. A sleep of which I was certain I would never wake up from.

Braum

"Poro!"

Nudge. Lick. Nudge, nudge.

"Poro!"

I opened an eye and saw one of my fluffy followers sitting on my chest. He hopped down and turned back towards me. "Poro! Poro poro!" he repeated. I raised my eyebrows at his anxious screaming and stood up from my soft and warm bed. My little friend then rushed out of the cave, and I picked up my shield before hurrying after him. There was still snow falling down from the skies, but not nearly as much as earlier that night. The Poro jumped and peddled through the snow, and I followed in his tracks. "Poro! Poro! Poro!" He stood still in front of a pile of other Poros. They were trotting and rolling around something buried in the snow. That that 'something' was covered in dark, frozen fur, and it was very still. I dropped my shield as I rushed up to the pile of Poros, pushing them aside to make way. It was a cat-like Yordle, and he was barely breathing. He was unconscious, still alive thanks to the Poros that had found him. They had kept him warm while one of them came to get me. I took the poor little fellow in my arms and took him back with me, the Poros constantly running and talking behind me.

Back in my cave I quickly put laid him down on my bed and covered him with warm furs. I turned to the moustached Poro that had come to get me. "Quickly, get him some warm milk and bring wood for the fire," I commanded. "This poor Yordle is soaked to the bone and freezing cold. Hurry!"

The Poro nodded and ran off, constantly squeaking "Poro!", calling for other Poros to help him.

Soon the fire was burning, ever growing thanks to the pile of wood the Poros had retrieved from the storage. Mr. Moustache had brought me milk for the cat, and had also found a plate of goat cheese. I sat down with Mr. Moustache on my lap while watching over my new guest. He was still unconscious, but at least he was starting to warm up. It was the first time I'd ever seen a Yordle this far north. I have never known a Yordle to like the cold, this one was no exception. There must be a specific reason for him to be here. A group of Poros came inside, pushing and dragging a red bag filled with balls with them. As soon as I spotted the fuses on said balls, I called for my little friends to get out of there. They did, but one of the bombs started rolling down the cave, gaining speed along the way. As it hit the wall with the clang of iron hitting stone. It did, however, not explode. This Yordle wielded some good quality bombs. I stored the bombs outside the cave and started looking through his bag. In it there were a few personal letters, which I didn`t open but who all included the name Ziggs, and one time his title: The Hexplosives Expert. A gasp of surprise left my mouth. This Yordle was one of the most dangerous people in all of Runeterra, but he had sided with the ones who strived progress, and not destruction. I could also understand the bombs now. Of course the master of Bombs would never leave without taking his explosives with him. "Poro!" Mr. Moustache jumped on top of the bed when the little Yordle showed some signs of life. He slowly opened his eyes, and closed them again when the light inside the cave was to bright. I sat down next to the bed again, ready to answer any and all questions.