After a rather nasty bout of writer's block, I'm back. I'm so sorry this took so long...I couldn't figure out how to start it. But, that's not important, the important thing is that it's here. So I am terribly sorry for how long this took.

Chapter 1

Tommy Armstrong tapped his pencil against his desk, staring at the clock on the wall in earnest. It was the last class on the last day of the fall semester, it meant that Christmas was coming and Tommy could spend his time either playing games or sleeping…one of the two. He watched the second hand inching closer and closer to the twelve marking.

"C'mon, c'mon, just a little more…" he thought…

Right as the bell rang.

Tommy shot up, gathering his things quickly.

"Happy holidays everyone!" the teacher called, "Have a safe break!"

But Tommy was already out the door.

Tommy darted through the crowded hallway, slipping between the larger students, the jocks, the cheerleaders etc, making his way towards the front of the school. He was almost there when he ran into something…something hard and big.

Tommy fell to the floor, groaning slightly as he held his aching head. A soft, warm laugh caught his attention and a tanned hand reached down.

"Are you alright?" the voice asked.

Ah…it wasn't a something…it was a someone.

"Yeah…" Tommy muttered, taking the offered hand and standing, slightly shocked at the strength behind the pull as well as the calluses and scars on it.

He looked up at his helper and he recognized her.

"You're the choir teacher, aren't you?" he asked, "Miss…Noble, right?"

The woman's blue-grey eyes sparkled, nearly glowed, as she gave a brilliant smile.

"You're Tommy Armstrong," she smiled, "Oh don't be surprised I know you, I make it a personal duty to know the names to every student in the building. It just makes me better able to help them if they need it,"

Her blue grey eyes scanned over him and Tommy had the feeling that two people were looking at him rather than one.

"You look alright, any pain?" she asked, eyes turning slightly concerned, "I'm sorry you ran into me…I should watch where I'm going,"

"I'm fine," he stated, brushing himself off, "Thanks though,"

"Well, if you need anyone to help pick you back up, you don't have to run into me," Miss Noble chuckled, "Room 316 down the hall, my door is always open,"

"Here I thought you weren't as nice as people said you were,"

The teacher laughed, a warm, rich, golden sound as she put a hand on her chest, holding the sun-like pendant around her neck.

"Well, I'm glad I exceeded your expectations," she smiled, "Now, I believe you were heading somewhere?"

Tommy gave a nod and shouldered his backpack.

"Thanks," he said before heading off again.

"Don't run!" she called out after him before laughing.


Tommy made his way out the door of the school and down the steps, looking around for his ride. He still didn't have a car…though he was promised one for graduation in the spring. A horn caught his attention and he looked down just to see a brown-haired, green eyed 19 year old girl leaning against a black truck. Tommy gave a grin and made his way down to her.

"What's up nerd?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"You're just as much a nerd as me, Tracy," Tommy told her as he climbed into the car, "What we waiting on?"

"Kait," his cousin, Tracy Armstrong, shrugged, "Mom told me to pick her up too,"

Tommy gave a nod and watched as a red-haired, blue-eyed girl with large glasses, a white dress shirt, tie and blue jeans made her way down the steps.

Tracy honked the horn again.

"C'mon lil' sis!" Tracy yelled, "Daylight's burning! Let's move!"

"I-I'm coming, Tracy!" Kaitlyn Armstrong called, bounding forwards towards the car, "Hi Tommy!"

"Hey," came the reply as Kaitlyn and Tracy both got in and they drove out the parking lot, "So, Trace, how's the college fund going?"

"Pretty good," Tracy nodded, "I'm getting there…not much longer now,"

"That's awesome! Any idea what you're gonna do?"

Tracy shook her head.

"Nah, no clue. Heh, who knows…maybe I'll be a gym teacher and have the kids play dodgeball all the time…they can beat the crap out of each other and I can't get in trouble,"

"Tracy…" Kaitlyn sighed.

"I'm just joking!" Tracy snorted, "Honestly, no clue…but hey, how 'bout to celebrate we go to our house and have a tournament?"

Silence at first…

"MID!" all three cousins yelled.

"I called it first!" Kaitlyn chirped.

"No, I did!" Tommy growled.

"You're both wrong, I'm the oldest so I get mid. I also called it first," Tracy grinned.

"…Coinflip when we get there," Tommy deadpanned.

"Deal!"


Later that night after stomping the enemy team with Talon, Tommy had been sent to the store to grab some things for his mother. Tracy had offered to drive him, but Tommy wanted to walk.

He held the grocery bag in his hand as he walked down the barely lit street. Despite wanting to walk…he really did hate this part of the path home. Rough neighborhood, dim lighting…every night or so there was police cars and ambulances mostly from someone ODing, getting stabbed in a deal gone wrong, getting stabbed via mugging…sometimes gunshots.

The sound of footsteps came behind him and Tommy's heart beat just a little faster. This wasn't good. He refrained from looking around and kept walking towards the edge of the seedy neighborhood. The footsteps sped up as well. Tommy kept his head forwards, trying to avoid looking scared…until he felt something sharp poke him in the back.

"What's in the bag?" a voice asked, the smell of old liquor and cigarettes washing over Tommy as an iron grip grabbed his arm.

"Groceries," Tommy started, his voice pitching upwards in slight fear, "Bread, milk, snacky stuff…that kinda stuff…"

"And the change?"

He felt whatever was poking him jab just a little harder.

"Give me the money and your wallet and nothing will happen,"

Tommy gave a slow nod, reaching for his wallet…before whirling around and smacking the guy with the grocery bag, making the milk jug explode and send ivory droplets scattering in the still winter air. Tommy made a break for it…only for a sharp pain to jab into his side, sending him down to the asphalt.

"LITTLE BRAT!" the man hissed as hot pain spread from his side, to his back…anywhere the man could reach.

"TOMMY!" a female voice yelled as Tommy's vision blurred, he caught sight of green eyes and dark hair, "YOU MONSTER! GET BACK HERE!"

"…Trace…?" Tommy asked slowly, warmth dripping from his mouth as he coughed.

Tracy knelt down and held Tommy up, her hands scrabbling with something at her side.

"Easy, just hang on…hang on…" she whispered, putting her hand up to her head, "…911 my cousin's been stabbed…he's bleeding badly…I…"

Tommy's vision started darkening and his body felt very, very heavy.

"Tommy?! NO TOMMY! DON'T LEAVE ME! STAY AWAKE! HELP'S COMING!"

And his world went dark as the sound of sirens filled the air.


Tommy woke up, blinking blearily as white ceiling and walls filled his vision…that was strange, he was outside before…

A faint beeping sound caught his attention and Tommy looked around in confusion, seeing the IV to his left and a monitor to his left.

"Wh-Where…?" he croaked.

"You're awake!" a black haired, blue-eyed woman cried happily, hugging him.

"Ow…Mom…" Tommy rasped.

Tricia Armstrong's tearful blue eyes shone as she pulled back.

"I'm sorry…I should have never let you go…" she whispered as her husband, the brunet James Armstrong, put his arm around her and his hand on his son's.

"Mom…you didn't know…we've done it a lot of times before…freak accident…"

A shuffling sound caught his attention and he looked up to see Tracy sitting in the chair, looking at him with slight tears.

"Hey, Trace," he mumbled, "Thanks…"

"I had a bad feeling so I followed you," she admitted, "Should have insisted I drove you…"

"It's ok…"

"NO IT'S NOT!" Tracy yelled, "YOU'RE DYING AND I COULD HAVE PREVENTED IT!"

Tommy's eyes turned shocked.

"Dy…ing," he asked slowly.

"Dying, but that can be changed," a male voice Tommy didn't recognize said.

The wounded young man looked up to see a man in a dark coat and fedora in the doorway.

"Thomas Armstrong, prefers to be called Tommy," the man started, taking off his hat and revealing a shock of white-blonde hair, "My name is Andrew Summers, I work for Riot games, creators of League of Legends…you're familiar with it, right?"

Tommy nodded.

"What I'm offering will save your life…but there is a price to it. Not money-wise, but time-wise,"

"And what is it?"

"We've done this quite a few times and saved the lives of many people such as yourself," Andrew told him, "What I'm offering will save your life, but you'll live on as a Champion of the League. One such Champion has Chosen you, to become you and you become him,"

"This is crazy on a whole new level and you know that…right?" Tommy asked.

"I know," Andrew nodded, "But maybe this'll change your mind,"

He pulled out a long, sharp silver object and laid it on the bed.

"You've been Chosen by Talon, the Blade's Shadow," Andrew told him, "But, it is up to you to accept or decline,"

Tommy looked up at him and gave a smile.

"I accept," he nodded.

So yeah...Tommy is about to find out that one of the teachers at his school is a Chosen...the First Chosen at that. Sorry guys, I couldn't resist with learning Tommy was a senior in high school. Also...this is a Rivalry arc...because Talon and Quinn and all that jazz :)

For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:

What Champion

Character's name ( 1st and last)

Age

Family?

Physical Description

Personality

Why were they picked by the Champion?

How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)

You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.

Champions already taken:

Leona: me

Kindred, Elise, Evelyn: The Kitsune Girl Ahri

Gragas: RoboticFreeze

Diana: MMiladinova

Jinx: minifox1

Kayle: sop56

Fiora: Oceanbourne

Pantheon: boyfriend

Viktor: ckies

Shen Zed: HLZB

Tahm Kench: Tourvelix

Wukong: Unbiased Friend

Rek'Sai-TheFallenGeneral

Kog'Maw-Croziff

Taric-Mi-Stowagan

Nautilus-NyanTacocat

Nasus Renekton-Hero LumiEre Luminite (brother characters)

Quinn-TheDecieverOfLumosity

Talon, Katerina, Cassiopia-HyperZEROXL

Bard-amohugz

Master Yi-Kage Sunaipa

Draven Darius-mooseman3

Udyr-Zoozibble

Braum-Hairy

Sona-friend

Veigar-sylver9895

Nocturne, Fiddlesticks Shaco-TheSmilingMask

Kalista Hecarim-friend of mine

Lulu-another friend of mine

Jhin- The bacon tsar

Malzahar-Erindor

Lucian Thresh-FanboyX

Azir Xereth- Mi-Stowgan

Yasuo-ShadowWalker967

Gangplank Miss Fortune-CoordnationIsKey

Garen-Lt. Darkhound

Syndra- Lamker

Lee Sin-Idrisil

Aurelion Sol-Wish Upon a Sol

Kha'Zix-Navarog

Sion Urgot Malphite- Exodus2150

Ekko-flamezero55

Lux-HGoltara

Ashe-Aloasa

Zyra-hiatuspermit

Nidalee-Featherleap

Gnar-PLAINAWESOME

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.