Authors Note: This being my first story to post, comments and criticism is readily appreciated. I hope to continue this story no matter what happens. Thanks a bunch -DramatikSquirel
Where I come from, strength is everything. Strength decides who lives , and who dies. I however, was not born with that strength. I was pretty scrawny as a child, and most of my young life included bruises and broken bones from other kids and downcast looks from my parents. I had also been taught that if I wanted respect, I had to earn it, but I never was able to gain that respect.
With time, I grew to hate my "glorious" Noxus and everything it stand for. The more beating I had, the more this was drilled into me. This was a reoccurring theme, until one fateful day, the march of champions. During this event, thousands gather in the streets to watch our champions, our strongest, and remember who we are. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to attend the festivities, maybe I could find hope again in their success.
I walked through the empty streets toward the sounds of thousands of people cheering. As I approach, I catch a glimpse of the parade moving by slowly. Red banners with our motto "Forever strong" wave at the passing crowd. This was already going to be tough. I get a closer look and see one of the main reasons for the extreme excitement, Swain. Our glorious leader, our Grand General. He looked rather humble with his frail figure, leaning on his cane to support him, in fact, the only menacing part of him would have to be the huge raven perched on his shoulder, Beatrice I think he calls it. Right behind him, Sion, Swain's pet project turned killing machine. He looks over the crowd's, blood lust in his eyes. I wonder if he even feels anything when he kills? Oh well, not my problem. Behind him another champion and another and another. Each champion, a cold hearted killing machine, and I was getting bored watching them act as gods. They were born great, they didn't have to work for it.
As the last of the champions made their way down the street. I watched with a feigned interest. The last champion, Katarina, watched the crowds with an irked look. She was last in the order because of her recent match with Demacia. Even though they emerged victorious, she performed poorly, and her anger showed. As she looked around, her expression changed from annoyed to infuriated as her eyes met with mine, and I knew that look all too well. I tried to turn around and leave, but before I could, she screamed out at me.
"Hey asshole! Why aren't you celebrating your great nations victory?" The whole crowd went silent. She jumped down off the platform and walked toward me. As she walked, the people around me started to back away. I barely had time to turn around before she pushed me against the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem lady?"
"My problem, MY PROBLEM? HOW 'BOUT DICKWADS LIKE YOU NOT CARING THAT NOXUS IS GREAT?!"
"Great at being assholes."
"WHAT?!" At this point the entire parade stopped moving forward and was watching us. "You know what?" She yells out. "I don't think that you're even a true Noxus citizen." Oh no. I could see the crowd mentality changing. I saw people begin to whisper and nod. I needed to do something or this would turn ugly for me.
"AT LEAST I'M NOT SOME STUCK UP BRAT LIKE YOU!" Shit, that was not the right thing to say.
"Oh? Really?" She pushes me hard against the wall. "You think I'm a brat huh?" She pushes me again. "I am of the Couteau House, and you think I'm a brat?" That was it. When she turns around to address the people, I take a swing at her. She must have guessed I would, because she countered my punch and through me to the ground. "Look at this pathetic whelp, a failure of life." She delivers a kick to my stomach and the crowd jeers. "A waste". She kicks out one last time. "You should have been abandoned."
"Stop." I manage to spit. Blood dripping from my mouth.
"What?" She winds up to kick me again.
"STOP!" I scream. I try to block the next kick, but instead, my hands begin to glow and burn. Once Katarina's foot connects with my hand, she burst into flames. Embers charring her. The mass grows silent. Katarina screams in agony, and a moment later, the flames die out. The entire parade is completely silent. Katarina's stunned expression suddenly turns to outrage.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" As she draws her knives, she is stopped by a sudden command.
"Stop." She and I both turn to see who decided to intervene, and there he was, Swain. "Have you won this battle yet?" He turned to look at me, " I accept you surrender."
"WHAT!?" Katarina screams, "BUT, HE LIT ME ON FIRE, HE..." She saw cut off.
"He surrendered, and in his surrender, he will serve Noxus." He paused to walk over to me. "Since the last summoner we had disappeared, " he made sure to look at her before looking back. "After our last match, we are forced to pick a replacement." He looked at me. "And he will do just fine." He leaned in to whisper. "Congratulations, you've just been promoted to summoner." But before I could speak, he handed a small marble to me. I was about to take it, when I started to think. By taking this, my entire life would change. I would lose my family, leave Noxus, and everyone I have ever met. And without a second thought, I accepted the job as summoner, and when I took the marble, purple rune appeared below me and began to spin very rapidly. "Before you depart summoner, what is your name?" Swain asked.
"It's Tobias." Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of a gigantic building, the famed League of Legends. I take a deep breath and begin to walk forward, to start my new life.