A/N: There really aren't very many fanfiction stories that feature Lissandra as the main protagonist if at all; I would dearly like to remedy that. Haha, so here I am, writing a Lissandra x OC (a summoner in which I use as my handle when playing NA League). Now, before Lissandra's face is revealed in the fic, I'd like to know if you readers prefer her with kitty ears or without. I'd really appreciate the feedback.

I, Tenrou Nogitsune do not own Lissandra or League of Legends; that is © to Riot games. I do however, own Blacktail Flame and this fanfiction.

Please enjoy the story!

Act I

It had taken all of his cunning, intelligence and many sleepless nights of studying, but he'd finally reached Rank 30. Only the most prestigious Summoners of the Institute of War would be awarded such a position. It was only those whom were this rank were the people who played in matches seriously, for real political gain or loss. Where the stakes were high and none could afford a single mistake. Only the those whom studiously worked and had the determination ascended to this rank. And this one man had finally realized his dream, becoming one of the top Summoners in the Institute of War.

Blacktail Flame was a man of little to no renown. His origins were a blank slate and lineage was non-existent. Not even the High Council knew his birth name. Essentially, he was a nobody. When he had arrived to learn to be a summoner, he was found to be nameless. However, despite his lack of royalty or history, he was known as a nearly undefeated Summoner. He didn't accept the few invitations to parties nor did he speak unless spoken to. His eccentricity precedes him at times, his behavior often getting the better of him.

"Today, many of you have gone above and beyond all expectations," wheezed an elderly man whom was leaning on a gnarled walking staff. He stood before ten robed figures, all of their faces hidden by hoods in the respective blue, violet or white robes."It is my honor, to congratulate all of you for reaching the thirtieth and final summoning rank." To each of them, he put a commemorative gold medal around their necks as he spoke their names: "Jade Wu. Malcolm Higgs. Wren Tallow. Lester Pax. Mira Hall. John Tath. Eryn Stiles. Adrian Kalston. Beatrice Faust." His eyes stopped on the last of the summoners, saying a hint of distaste in his voice, "And last, but not least, Blacktail Flame." The elderly man began wheezing again.

Taking the place of the elderly summoner, a robed woman in her late fifties continued where her colleague had stopped, "Excuse him, he is not well." As though she had done so many times in the past, the silver haired woman proclaimed, "Today here in the Hall of Heroes, each of you will have an opportunity to bond with a champion whom mutually shares the same or similar morals and ideals. There are two stages to this; one will be simply an hour to mingle with the champions brought in today. A casual interview if you will. The second stage is where it's most important. This," she said, her hand flourishing to the strange orb laying on a marble pedestal in the center of the chamber, "is the the Soulstone. It can read the very soul and the heart of those who touch it. It will also show to whom which champion is to be bound to which summoner shares a similar wavelength. Those who are drastically different cannot synchronize. Without any further ado, let us begin the casual interview."

At the far end of the circular chamber, a red curtain was lifted to reveal fifteen champions, each hoping to find a summoner to fit their ideals. There were a variety of champions of different factions and those of the unaffiliated. Of course, those of rivaling factions kept away from each other. The Noxians were separate from the Demacians and the Ionians.

Upon those without bonded summoners were the Void Walker, Kassadin, Nasus whom was the Curator of the Sands, Sona, the Maven of the Strings, and the Sinister Blade, Katarina du Couteau. There was the Duchess of Ionia, Karma as well as the three Kinkou (Shen, Akali and Kennen). Garen whom was a renowned warrior in Demacia was also one of the champions without a permanent summoner as well as his Sister Luxanna. The Frost Archer, Ashe as well as Sejuani (the Winter's wrath) and the Ice Witch, Lissandra were the leaders of the Freljord factions whom had still not bonded with a Summoner. The other two, Trundle (King of Trolls) and Riven the Exile.

While the other nine summoners eagerly went to greet and interview the champions, Blacktail Flame had not moved from whence he stood. His hood covered the majority of his clean-shaven face. He appeared with apathy and an uncaring posture. For the most part, nobody came near him.

That was until the Lady of Luminosity bounced over to him, speaking cheerfully, "Hiya! I'm Lux, but I think you already know that. So, what's your name?"

The summoner said nothing. "..."

Frowning, Lux asked, "What's wrong? Am I just too cute that you have no words?" When the male summoner still said no words or any indication of a reply, she asked, "Are you just shy? Because it's totally alright if you are. Just say so, I won't be mad. I'm a very friendly person!"

"..."

Blacktail's reticence and apathetic expression gave no acknowledgment that he had heard a word the blonde had said. His storm colored eyes simply stared ahead, as if he were in a daze.

"YOU JERK!" shouted Lux, stomping away to find her brother. Several people (champions and summoners alike) glanced toward the summoner's unmoving, inexpressive form. Their interest quickly dissipated, returning back to whoever they had engaged in chatter.

A curvy, buxom young woman walked up to the silent summoner. Beatrice placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Blacky, I know you dislike speaking to other people, but at least acknowledge the ones brave enough to come to you. I know you have issues to resolve, but he isn't here. You will never have to summon him again. I know you prefer to communicate through images and memories, but few to none of these champions are familiar with that or even heard of it at all. Please just oblige my simple request this once."

The stormy-eyed man's lips barely moved as he said, his voice raspy and nearly inaudible, "I see." He said no more, but his expression now showed that there was no vacancy in his mind. That he might even consider speaking more.

"Great," beamed the brown haired girl as she darted into the crowd of champions.

Another fifteen minutes had passed, not one other champion daring to step near.

Suddenly, a soft, womanly hand tapped at the lone summoner's shoulder. He opened his eyes and acknowledged that someone was at least there, unlike what had just transpired with Lux. Blacktail's gaze was met by the serene blue eyes of a beautiful, large chested woman. She wore and elegant blue dress. He knew who she was: Sona, Maven of the Strings. She held a whiteboard in her hands. She scrawled in a neat script that read, "Are you mute as well?"

He shook his head.

"Then, why do you not speak?" Sona asked via the dry-erase board. When he did not answer, she added, "Do you not like me?"

Beatrice had seen Sona approach her friend and excused herself before dashing over to the champion and summoner. Panting, she held up a finger as to say 'one moment'. Once her breath had returned, she turned to Sona and said, "I dearly apologize for his lack of speaking, Mistress Sona. He is a very unique person. He does not like verbal communication, rather her prefers to 'speak' through images and memories. He may come off uncaring and taciturn, but I assure you he's a kind person."

The silent songstress erased the questions from the whiteboard and wrote instead, "How unusual. Summoners usually like when I can speak into their minds." She drooped her head and wrote one last thing, "Goodbye, Blacktail."

"..." He made no sound, but he patted her on the head before the mute minstrel left, her form merging with the rest of the summoners and champions.

"I'd hate to be the poor sucker who has to be his champion!" laughed the top notch Noxian assassin. She had spoken bluntly, and made no intent to hide her insult.

By then, an entire sixty minutes had flown by in an instant. One of the High Council elders hushed everyone. The noise died down as she spoke, "Alas, the time for mingling has passed. Now, it is time to discover your destinies as summoners and champions. Oh, and before I forget, I would like it to be known we have introduced a new program. A beta test to see if it would work for fresh summoners as well; each of you must live with your champion here in the Institute or the surrounding city for the duration up to ten successful matches." Several summoners and champions alike groaned. "Now, I would like for each one of the summoners, on at a time to place their dominant hand upon the Soulstone. You will see a ray of light emit from the stone. To which champion it wraps around, that is your chosen. Once all of the summoners have bonded to a champion, you may all be dismissed. Line up, and let us commence."

The first one to step up to the pedestal was Adrian Kalston. He was a Noxian, and there was no doubt nor surprise when his champion turned out to be Katarina du Couteau. The Sinister Blade smirked and stood by her summoner to the left of the room.

Smiling as she walked up to the pedestal was Beatrice Faust. An idealist and born of Ionian descent, Blacktail was not surprised when Karma was decided as her champion. They were so much alike (other than Bea was slightly childish). They would be a good match

Next was Eryn Stiles. She had no affiliations, no love for any other factions, but a kind soul nonetheless. It was a minor surprise when her chosen bonded was to be Kassadin. The Void Walker did not seem too displeased and hovered next to her.

Next up as the fourth summoner in alphabetical order was Jade Wu. A woman of strict discipline and order, she would agreeably matched with Shen, the cold calculating Eye of Twilight, a member of the Kinkou. Quite fitting.

John Tath was to be paired with Sejuani. He, as a member of the Winter's Claw tribe, it was nothing new. Lester was paired up with Nasus. A bookworm with a bookworm.

It came no surprise that Malcolm Higgs would be paired up with Riven. Despite he was Ionian and her, a Noxian, they held similar values. After the crazy events they went through with Singed and whatnot, they deserved each other.

The pink tornado that was Mira Hall was an Ionian whom easily was chosen to bond with Kennen, the Heart of the Tempest. They both were energetic and held a sense of justice.

Wren Tallow, another Ionian was bonded to Akali, the Fist of Shadow. The summoner herself was always angry at something. She was not a peaceful person.

For whatever reason, Blacktail Flame was called last for the Soulstone. Wordlessly, he strode up to the marble pedestal and gaze down at the black rock. It was flawed; small imperfect formations jutted out haphazardly. He removed the glove on his right, exposing a very pale hand. There was a strange tattoo in blue ink, one he seemed desperate to hide. He placed it on the cool obsidian surface. He closed his eyes, white images filling his mind. A single word resounded inside his mind, Frostguard.

When Blacktail opened his eyes, an arc of light blue light shot out from said right hand. Tiny snowflakes fell from where the lights hovered. Instead of encircling one champion, the beam of light split in two, forking off towards to females: Ashe and Lissandra.

The two High Council members gasped in utter shock at seeing two champions being chosen for a single summoner. It was incredibly rare, but not unheard of, though the last time was the year after the Rune Wars. Treating it like normal, the woman said, "All is done. The rest is up to you ten to make your city-states proud."

Ashe spoke up first, "High Councilor, there must be a mistake. A single summoner cannot synchronize with more than one champion. The Soulstone must have made an error. He cannot have me AND the Ice Dervish. I have nothing against my political ally, but it still must be a mistake."

The elderly man who had been wheezing before spoke now, "Queen of Freljord, descendent of Avarosa, there is no mistake here. What has occurred before us today is rare yes, but not entirely unheard of. Blacktail," he said, chewing on the name, "is an exceptional Summoner. The bond cannot be broken until death. Dismissed."

I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter. It's short yes, but it is because of the question I asked at the beginning: whether or not Lissandra should have cat ears or not. Please tell me in a review if yes or no. Thanks

-Tenrou Nogitsune