A/N: So hello there. I think you might have attempted to read this once, but I am going to surprise you but killing the lemon, and rewriting all the chapters. It will be a much different story, knowing what I know. There will still be DariusXShyvana, but the whole story will suffer a lot of Changes, and I am not planning on leaving it go unpunished. Also better spelling and grammar :D

I do not own League of Legends. It is currently under the ownership of Riot Games

The tall, armored man, covered in blood, insides and brains, looked at the sized blue gem, which was hovering over the structure, refered to as a Nexus. The crystal was surrounded by six levitating statues of mages with sharp hats, holding staves in both their hands. The gem was refered to as a Nexus Crystal. It was right now being mauled by short creatures in purple robes, which had strange shields and spears. There were also some of those creatures with spell books and rods. Those were refered to as minions. The melee ranged once were melee minions, while the spell casters were caster minions. And at last, there stood one tall and threatening machine, which was once called a Super Minion, but was now refered to as a Mech.

The man whose hair was pointed up, towards the sky, was Darius, The Hand of Noxus. He was an interesting case, one that has been raised by none other than himself, taking care of his brother Draven. They were orphans, and lived as such for quite some time. Then, the older brother, Darius, entered the military in order to gain regular payment, so he could take care of both himself and his brother. At first he held up to that idea, but in one battle, when his commander ordered retread, he went next to the coward and beheaded him. Then, after leading the men in a great victory, Darius was proclaimed a general, which followed in a series of attacks against Demacia. When he returned from that campaign, he was bestowed the title 'The Hand Of Noxus', which allowed him to enter the League of Legends.

The League was hosted by the Institute Of War, a sanctuary, which, unlike its name, was fully challenged by itself into holding the fragile peace between the great nations of Demacia and Noxus. That so - called peace was nothing more than an understanding between the king of Demacia, Jarvan the Third, and the Grand General of Noxus, Jericho Swain, to allow both nations to take a breath from the conflict, gather their forces and prepare for war once again. Yet the Institute decided to interfere, making both nations give their strongest warriors, who would battle in an arena, called 'The Fields Of Justice'.

So after Darius gained a title, he went to the Institute of War, where he faced a so - called Judgement, which determined if he was fit for a champion. Passing it, he became the face of Noxian military, fighting off Demacian, Ionian or Piltoverian champions of the Fields, as he grew to call the 'Fields Of Justice'. There were actually four current choices, but the one most often chosen by Summoners for important battles was the Summoner's Rift.

Summoners. Those were mages of great power, nothing more than fragile humans, easily killed and easily replaced in the eyes of Darius, but some thought the summoners were not human beings, because they could bring back the dead and a ton more of strange and amusing things. They were recruited by The Institute, they were taught the ways of magic by the greatest masters, and then were thrown into the League, where they started summoning champions for their own amusement or for political drabbles.

Darius grinned, as he knew that Victory for the team he was in is insured, and spat on the body of the prince of Demacia, Jarvan the fourth. Unlike his father, who was more of a diplomat and despised war, Jarvan the Fourth was a man who loved fighting against Noxians, and hated Noxians, although they have not done anything which could be counted as a good reason for hatred, except the failed attempt of execution, so it was just hatred without any purpose.

Darius was a tall man, about 6.5 feet in length, his black hair pointed upwards, with a white knot on the front. His eyes were hazel - brown. He had a wicked looking scar on his face, earned in a battle, or in his years as a street rat. His armor was dark grey, with a red cloak on his back, which was more for decoration than for any other use. What really made the man look threatening was the giant axe in his left hand. It was a wicked weapon, with one blade and a claw behind it, which could be used to cripple opponents or pull objects, even men towards the weapon's owner. It was currently covered with blood, as was Darius' whole armor, because he had scored the so - called PentaKill. A PentaKill was scored when a member of a team killed all five members of the enemy team in a close time period. This was an easy task for Darius, knowing that his finishing move was an excellent way to do so.

The Hand of Noxus was the last one of his team, the other four members slain in the previous battle, two of them by that woman, Quinn was her name, and the other two by Jarvan and Lux. But Darius easily killed the opposing team, because they were weak. And exposed their necks, along with turning their backs.

Now all that Darius was waiting for was the end of the so - called game. A game ended when one of the Crystals atop the Nexuses was destroyed. Right now, the chances of victory were sure, because the enemy team was dead, and the minions were really focused in pushing, so the game was going to end swiftly. All that Darius wanted was to go back to his dorm and sleep, for his day was quite busy.

And, there it was, the pop of the Crystal. Darius sighed in relief when he heard it, because that meant victory. The huge gem detonated with a loud BOOM, and the time in the Summoner's Rift stopped. The Hand of Noxus felt how his body slowly de materialized, in order to appear in a dimly lit room. There were nineteen more figures except his.

The summoners shook hands, then some left, the others stayed to congratulate their champions for doing well, or to speak with each other. Darius nodded courtly to his summoner, but did not shake hands with the other champions, as they did. All he wanted was to go to his dormitory, get rid of the armor, and go to sleep.

But was it fate, or was it something else which made Darius forget his surroundings, and upon turning a corner he bumped into a red haired woman. At first he was a bit dazed, but than his eyes focused on the person in front of him. She was about as tall as him, probably a little bit shorter. Her hair was long, falling over her shoulders. Her eyes were red, with a little bit of amber mixed with the color. Her skin was pale, almost beautifully pale. She had black armor with golden trimming, (Yes it is Ironscale Shyvana) which looked suspiciously like Darius' own. She was beautiful, no doubt.

He noticed that she had dropped a few books she had carried before bumping into him. Surprising even himself, he kneeled and took one of them, and by completing this action, he brushed close to some of the woman's hair. He even sniffed, in attempt to recognize her by the stench of her hair, because he wasn't good at remembering names. The smell however, intoxicated him, instead of reminding him the identity of the woman. Darius noticed that he was staring at the floor, and quickly stood up and offered the book. When she did not take it at first, he looked at her and immediately recognized her. It was Shyvana, the Demacian, the Half Dragon. She was looking at him with confusion, her bright red lips remaining emotionless.

"Why don't you take your book already?" Asked Darius, annoyed but also interested as to why was she watching him with such a strange expression. She swiftly took her book and left, which The Hand of Noxus was thankful for. He was now going to go to his dorm, get his armor of and sleep long. Long, until he decided to wake up, and no Demacian nor Noxian could stand in his way.

He couldn't sleep that night.

A/N: If you review enough, I just might upload the next chapter tomorow...