Author's Note: So this is a new story that I wanted to write, because I've gotten way into League of Legends and I see a lot of shipping potential. A huge one I am a big fan of is Garen/Malzahar (even though you can't find it anywhere on anything, i've tried). This story is going to have every character in it. Some will have bigger roles than others, and most characters are going to be gay or bi. The plot about Noxus will explain it all. It's also told from a first person point of view. Whether the point will change between people is really on how much of a reaction this story gets.

"League of Legends: The Noxian game of bloodlust." I read off the sign to myself. I opened the door to find a disturbing looking woman with multiple scars over her face sitting behind a desk. I guess the Noxians really use everyone they've got in the war.

"Are you here to sign up?" She hissed in a hoarse voice. I wasn't sure what to think of it. It had me worried.

"I was actually just coming to-" I spoke.

"Sir, what is your sexual orientation?"

"My what? That's far too informal to ask right out the gate!" I felt my blood boiling

"Well until you tell me, you aren't going anywhere." She waved her hand and the locks on the door behind me turned.

"You can't do that!"

"Just tell me and I'll let you go." She huffed.

"Fine! Fine. I'm gay." She got a look saying she was repulsed. She pulled out some papers on a clipboard and placed it on the counter. "Just sign here," she pointed to the line on the paper. "and initial here and then you are free to go." She pointed again. I picked up the pen chained to the counter still confused as to what was happening. I signed my name and she began to grin. She picked up the crisp paper and gave the signature a look. "Malzahar, hmm?"

"Yeah." I scoffed.

"Well, enjoy you're new life of spilling blood on the Fields of Justice." She raised her hand that had a ball of bright red and pink flames. She threw the ball into my stomach and I felt a petit sting that quickly subsided.

"Wait, what? You said you'd let me go. I don't want to kill people!" Tendrils quickly enveloped around me.

"Welcome to Noxus, kid." The tendrils squeezed tight around me and everything went dark. When they unraveled themselves I found myself in a very classy ballroom. It was decorated with red velvet flooring and black curtains that fell from the ceiling. I looked around to see all of the people conversing, some fighting, and others—kissing? A woman with crimson red hair and a scar down her left eye, another woman wearing a necklace of teeth, and loin clothing. There were a few disturbing looking characters over in their own little click. One looked of a zombie centaur, and an ethereal woman with glowing green spears on her back. It was all so much to take in. I noticed the men, attractive, tall, muscular, others not so much. There was one who held a cask of purple liquid between his meaty arm and his beer belly. One of them broke his focus from his conversation and made eye contact with me. He wore a tight red V-neck and jeans. He walked over to me. I picked up my purple scarf that was slipping off and adjusted it.

"Hello, I'm Garen. You must be new here, huh?"

"Um, yeah. The secretary at the front desk conned me."

"Welcome to Noxus." He chuckled. His voice was deep and raspy.

"She said that to me too." I giggled.

"I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, it's Malzahar."

"Nice to meet you, Malzahar."

"So, care to show me around, Garen?" He looked back at the group he was originally with. A blonde girl giggled wildly and nodded frantically. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she'll be fine. C'mon I'll show you where you'll be spending most of your time while you're here." He grabbed my hand softly and lead me through the crowd of people and into a corridor.

"How long are we here?" I asked.

"Eternity… or at least until Demacia wins the war and the system breaks." I felt my heart drop. The corridor split and we took a left. "See, were are called 'Champions', and people on the outside of the Noxian ring are called Summoners."

"What specifically are Summoners?" I was becoming inquisitive.

"They are people who call upon us Champions to go into a 5v5 field or a 3v3 field to fight until we destroy the enemy nexus."

"What's-"

"Relax! We'll get there." He laughed. "It's mainly just a betting game, some walk away rich, or some gamble their lives away. It isn't our problem though." He pushed open wooden doors that lead down into what seemed like a bunker.

"I saw people kissing back there…. Is that allowed or…?"

"Oh, about that. Udyr and Tf kind of have a thing going on."

"Who?" He said it like I was supposed to know.

"You'll meet them soon enough." He laughed again. "Welcome to the Men's locker room. If you see white stuff on the floor, it's either soap or cum." I felt my cheeks get red.

"What about this green stuff?" I pointed to a pile of green ooze dripping off of a bench onto the floor.

"Oh, that's probably from Zac. It's just his essence…. Only Heimer knows what he is."

"Again… who?" Everything was just giving me a headache.

"Again… relax." He said. We proceeded to the other end of the locker room, walked up some stairs, and made it to another split. "So, we're about to enter the main stage, the 5v5 field—known the public as 'Summoner's Rift'." We walked left and approached a gold plated door. He pushed it open and a small hallway lead to a glassy translucent wall. "Well, go ahead. Walk through it." I walked through the wall and I felt a huge surge of power. I began hovering off of the ground and started giggling uncontrollably. "You seem like a mage. Come. I'll show you your lane." The whole day we spent in Summoner's Rift as he explained the three lanes, what they call the jungle, and the shop. He shoved all of this information into my head in one day. When we got back to the crystal like wall, Garen walked through and jolted a bit. I walked through and I felt drained; I couldn't stand. I fell to the floor and Garen gasped. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you that." He grabbed me and lifted me up with one arm.

"Wow, you're really strong!" I blushed a little. We returned to the ballroom and sure enough guys were kissing each other same with girls, but one group wasn't… The disturbing ones…. "Garen, what's going on here?" He pulled me off to the side.

"You see, Malzahar, this is more than just a Noxian game for gamblers… This was an initiative by the High Council of Noxus to stow away homosexuals. They believe it's unnatural and horrid… even for Noxians. The only two groups who aren't are the spirits from the Shadow Isles, and the Noxians."

"We have Noxians in here with us?"

"Yeah. They're all straight and just here for the bloodshed. Well, most of them are straight. Two of the guys are secretly bisexual."

"Oh... So that means that you are-"

"Very. Hmmm, I bet you are tired. It's getting late for everyone here-we're all going to bed soon."

"Yeah, I'm kind of tired, and there was so much to learn today."

"You're not done though." He laughed. "Let me get my sister to show you to your quarters. Lux!" he yelled. She couldn't have been faster.

"Sooooooooo?" She squealed.

"Not yet, Lux." He sighed. "Malzahar, Lux. Lux, Malzahar." She grabbed my hand and ran to one of the six hallways.

"Okay. So this middle hallway on the left side is strictly for mages, like you and I! From front to back on the left side it's: Marksmen, Mages, Assassins, and on the right side it's: Tanks, Fighters, Supports."

"Where does Garen go?"

"He's a Tank. I'm sure he explained that to you today, didn't he?

"Not today, but I have a feeling that he will tomorrow."

"Ah. So anyways, on the left side of the Mage hallway is for boys, and the right for girls. Nighty night! Sleep tight!"

"Lux…." I lowered my voice, "Are you a lesbian?" I already knew the answer.

"Lipstick!" she squealed.

"Figures. You seem extremely happy all the time."

"Well, I'm the lady of Luminosity back in Demacia. A lot of people look to me to put the light in their dark days. So it's just a habit to be happy."

"Oh, I'm just gonna go say good night to Garen and then find my bed." I found my way back to Garen, but he was talking to another guys. I didn't know Garen long, but I was jealous. "Um, Garen…."

"Yeah?"

"Just wanted to say good night... Oh, and can you show me where my bed is in the boys' area?"

"I wish I could… but Mages are only allowed in the mages dorm. We can walk down the hallways, but we can't go in the room. Uh…" He was looking around the room. "Heimerdinger!" He shouted. A yordle appeared with long blonde hair. "Show Malz where his bed is?"

"Sure thing, kiddo. Follow me." He grabbed my index finger with his right hand. The glove he was wearing was a soft leather, but he had a tight grip.

"So your name is Heimerdinger?"

"Yessir!"

"What do you do?" I asked.

"Well, I'm from Zaun and I build a lot of things. Left and right, all day every day."

"That seems taxing. I'm Malzahar, I'm from Shurima." I said. He started mumbling some weird things that I didn't catch.

Garen's P.O.V.

"You sure you see something in him?"

"Yeah. He's… different. I don't know what it was out in the field with him… but, I loved it."

"Well it's your heart, Garen. I'm going to go to bed."

"Alright. Good night Jarvan."