"Fire!" Trees fall to the flames as it spreads, engulfing the air and fueling itself in its lust for destruction. The fire closes in on another victim and burns them to ashes; dust is all that is left. It keeps leaping from tree to tree, the grass an ever-blazing carpet of death. Smoke hangs in the air as if trying to block the sky, looming over as if Atlas has let go of the sky and it is falling down.
"Water!" A tsunami of liquid quenches the fire, the heat leaving as all that is left of the flame is steam. It covers the land in an ongoing current, washing away the ugly scars of heat and decay and making way for a new forestry. Part of the flow sinks into the ground, feeding the saplings in their race for dominance of the precious suns rays.
"Air!" The air itself creates a wall that blocks the water, causing the water to look for other ways of movement. As it spreads, so does the wall and soon the wall sides connect and slowly push together. The air makes an orb filled with water, and the wind pushes it up into the sky to evaporate and become part of the clouds to fuel the wind. The wind while doing this pushes the remaining smoke far, far away till it is just an ominous cloud in the distance, dark as a murder of crows.
"Earth!" The ground rises and engulfs the orb pulling the orb of air with it back down, submerging it under the grassy folds. The water and air become energy for the earth, and soon grass is growing, vines are spreading, and saplings are racing. The earth itself falls into a deep sleep, occasionally tremors when it snores. The forest soon is back to its original beauty, and the cycle continues.
I closed off my mind as I finished my training. The clouds disappeared and the water stopped racing in the stream. I walked through the woods as I thought about what had happened to me since those days in the military. I chuckled quietly. If they ever found out I was alive… let's not think about that.
It had been days since the last attack, and my powers were getting restless. Even with all the training I did, I needed to let my power escape. Let it be free, and let it serve its purpose. The elements these days were getting harder to contain, harder to control, and it was bothering me. The clouds were getting stormier and stormier and the water more dangerous by the day. The earth tried to consume me daily, and fires spread wildly.
As I walked past the trees in the forest I stopped to look at one that was different than the rest. It was different, in a way most wouldn't understand. While the other trees were stiff and resolute, this one was, how do you say, relaxed. In the deep confines of this forest, the Redwoods were tall, and they fought for the sunlight at their highest boughs. But not this one. He was only about 6/8 the size of a regular Redwood, and his leaves weren't as green. But it was not trying to reach up. Its limbs were still strong, although somewhat droopy. Its trunk was as thick as the others, and bared no signs of nesting.
Whenever I looked at it, I felt a connection. We both were different, so different we had to stay strong and deal with the situation. I remember when I learned why the water always felt so warm, or the winds never chilly. I can recall the days when I learned I could not be burned, or how the earth responded to me. I used to be happy to be who I am. Now, I'm not so sure.
I walked for about 300 meters before I came upon my home. It was a small, snug building made out of the materials around me. Grass, wood, leaves, ferns, moss, and the list goes on. I walked into my living room and sat down on one of the wooden seats. Its backrest was suited with moss, and the cushion was ferns. I sat there for a while thinking about my past. It wasn't nice.
"HAHA! Look! It's the freak!"
"What a loser."
"Why is he like that?"
"He's disgusting!"
"What a retar-
I stopped there. I hated thinking about those days. The days of the past. My arrival in the military shocked many, but I liked it. You don't have friends in the army, so I fit in well. I remember the days spent in Ionia and Piltover. I even remember one expedition to Bamble City. Man that was one crazy rodeo. My axe did a lot of swinging in those days. But that was all before Drop-off point…
I stood up and went to the washroom. I looked in the mirror; it was always weird to see my reflection. Whenever I looked, it always seemed like I was in the wrong body. But then again, there is my other one. But I haven't been angry enough to use it in ages. Nor do I want to.
My chestnut hair was loose and messy, dropping in front of my eyes. My nose was still slightly crooked from that war hammer, lifetimes it seems ago. I could still see the small white line on the bridge. My mouth was thin, slightly chapped from going through my training exercises. The scar that ran across my face and down my neck was clearly displayed, as it always would be. But my eyes always made me stare while looking at my reflection. They were the usual pale sapphire blue, and swirled with unknown energy. The faintest wisps of power drifted up my hair sending little blinks to go jolting through every once in a while.
I looked at the basin of water in front of me and splashed my face. The memories didn't seem to want to go away. I grabbed a towel from the rack beside me and furiously scrubbed my face till it was dry.
I looked up, to see a dagger coming down towards my back.
I spun around and grabbed the assailant by the wrist, ready to strike him down when all I was holding was a shadow. Suddenly a blade whizzed by my ear and I turned away at the last second, sending a dagger of my own at the enemy. I walked forward and used the earth to trap my enemy, but the moment I did that a shadow appeared behind me and attacked.
I pulled out my axe and decapitated it in one swing. I then proceeded to focus on my energy. My body and weapon caught on fire and the ground came up to make a protective shield around me. I focused and made three warriors out of water, each holding a spear made of ice. I then used the wind to locate my target. He was in the kitchen, hiding behind the door. I brought my hand to my chest and extended, and a giant ball of fire burst forth and blasted the door to pieces.
When the dust was gone, a man dressed in black appeared. He had a foul set of armour on, and had blades all over his body.
"Who are you and what do you wish for Assassin?" I stated calmly, narrowing my eyes when he drew a blade from his back. He looked towards me with a look of anger in his eyes. I understood of course, he had failed the initial kill and now had to fight for his prize.
"I am here to kill you." He said plainly. He then flung the blade at me, but I just pushed it aside with the air. He growled at how easily I blocked his attacks. He jumped up onto a tree branch and threw another blade at me but I just swatted it aside in midair. I then tossed a fire ball at him and he had to jump onto the ground to avoid injury.
"Well since you're not going to introduce yourself," I began. "My name is Lorenzo Morgenstern, Elemental of Noxus." I jumped into the air and used the winds to keep me up. I brought the clouds together and released the rain that was pent up, and made one hell of a storm. He seemed to realize what he was getting himself into, and ran for it. The shadows seemed to warp around him, but whenever he tried to dive into one I threw a fire ball at it.
Finally he turned around and hurled a knife at me which I easily redirected, but the delay gave him a chance to get into a shadow. A voice that seemingly came out of nowhere chuckled, before saying "In answer to your first question, I am Zed, Assassin of the Dark Order, Champion of the league of legends."
I sighed and turned to walk back home when I saw fires in the distance. SHIT I swore in my mind. They found me, and I had no place to go now. I quickly scanned the area until I found a small dark device on the ground. It hard ghoulish energy coming from within it, but it seemed to be a location device for something. I smiled inwardly, for I had heard of the "League of Legends."
Fields of Justice, here I come.
Line break
On the other side of Runeterra, in the institute of war, a man dressed in blue ninja attire sat down on a park bench beside two others. He had two slim blades strapped to his back, and his pale blues eyes intently searched the surrounding area for eavesdroppers. Beside him was a women dressed in green ninja's robes, very much similar to the mans. She had black hair and a slim frame, with large curves and strong legs. Two karmas rested in her clenched fists, and she darted her head around for possible threats. Finally, beside her, was a small yordle creature dressed in purple. It was rather odd for most yordles, for it was unseeingly energetic. It was having a hard time sitting still, even though he knew the importance of the matters about to be discussed. On his back were some shuriken, and his arms itched to throw them. His hands were letting loose sparks and were pulsing with electricity.
The three of them, just for the slightest of moments, took a look at the grounds before them. They were in a communal garden of sorts. Odd sorts of plants were grown here, but there were still flowers and bushes. In the center of the area was a fountain dedicated to the man Haythem Mantra, a summoner who helped found the league. It was for his help in creating the resurrection spell as well as most of the summoner spells used in the Fields of Justice today.
The three figures were none other than the triumvirate of the Kinkou, Shen, Akali, and Kennen. Akali's green eyes scanned the garden in an unending watch for threats. "Has Zed found him?" she asked, wanting to confirm on the ominous news she had heard the thus morning. She had just finished her meditations when one of the novice summoners arrived with a letter from Patrolucus, her informant on that side of the Great Barrier. He reported that the hut went up in flames but no body was found.
Shen turned his head to look at the woman beside him, a sigh escaping his lips. He knew where the man in question would go, and he was almost sure it would disturb the balance of the institute. "Yes Akali, he has."
Kennen, who had been only listening thus far, piped up. "He escaped though, did he not? I think we would know if he was dead." The question of course was valid, but it irritated Shen that the Yordle would ask a question he knew would be unanswered.
"I do not know Kennen, I do no-"
That was as far as he got before the wall behind them exploded.