Prologue – The Tale of the Destroyer

It was the second age, and Valoran lay under the shadow of a great evil. A shadow cast by a great beast of power. A beast of merciless predations. A beast of unimaginable tyranny.

This is the Tale of Plagueis the Vile, the Dragon of Desolation, as told from legend.

It was over a thousand years ago. The second Rune War was at its zenith, threatening the stability of Runeterra. Yet at its end, all the terrors of the war could not compare to the looming darkness that ebbed from the Ironspike Mountains.

A single peak stood high above all others in the Ironspikes, a peak surrounded eternally by pitch black clouds of ash and smog. It still stands to this day: Death's Spire. And it was here that Plagueis, known by dragon-kind as Vulfeynnax, made his lair.

An ancient and powerful Blood Dragon, Plagueis' thirst for power led him to delve into the darkest recesses of magic, its power flowing through his body unlike any other. His scales were black as night; his breath would burn like acid; his might could topple mountains. Yet such aspects could not compare to his cruelty, his malice, nor his will to dominate all life…

Five long centuries passed as Plagueis made Valoran his domain. One by one, the free peoples of the old world bowed to the dragon, fearing annihilation were they to spur his wrath. Any who resisted, or dared to challenge the dragon, met a fate worse than death at his hands.

Until one day, on a summer solstice, a warrior bearing a sacred sword and shield approached the dragon's lair, arriving with the rising sun. Even within the darkness of Death's Spire, the light of the sun seemed to follow the warrior, who shouted of the dragon's end in challenge.

The Dragon of Desolation rose from his lair, prepared to slay his foe like so many before him. Yet the hero's shield protected him from the dragon's dark flames, and his sword scarred the dragon's scales more harshly than any other weapon could have. But it was light that surrounded the hero that gave the dragon pause.

The advantage shifted back and forth between the hero and the dragon continuously as they battled for what seemed an age. But at the climax of their conflict, the sun shined its brightest, parting the black clouds. In this moment, the hero called upon the very power of the sun. The sun's rays came down upon the dragon, searing his flesh and bone from the intensity of the light.

A final echoing roar marked the dragon's end as his body burned to ashes, leaving only bone and decay. Plagueis the Vile was slain.

The hero departed, claiming Mount Targon's summit as his own. The legend of the hero and his triumph would be passed down from generation to generation.

Yet none returned to Death's Spire, fearing the evil that continued to permeate the very air surrounding the dragon's remains…

None… until now…

Author's Notes: Welcome to my first League of Legends fanfic.

While I have been working at this one for the past several months, I found the lack of comments/reviews on the League forums to be... disappointing. While I plan to continue updating the story on the forums as well, I've also decided to put up a copy of the fanfic here.

This fanfic will star Leona, Lux, and a personally made OC Champion: Plagueis, the Dragon of Desolation. You can search around the League forums to locate him. (Sorry, but this site doesn't allow posting of links in stories.)

Now, there's a few things I want to list concerning this story so you don't get the wrong ideas.

1. Story-wise, Plagueis is blatantly overpowered. Gameplay-wise, I would not make him such, but as part of this story, I had to make Plagueis virtually a god in battle. (In my third chapter, you'll actually get to see a brief overview of the kit I've envisioned for Plagueis.)

2. I am assuming in this story that Leona's predecessor is male. Riot has not confirmed said predecessor's gender in either case, but until they make it official, I'm assuming male.

3. For my story, the way the battles play out is different from in the game. For instance, you aren't going to see Ashe carrying around an Infinity Edge; instead, the Champions gain power as they progress through a match. However, they only have what equipment they bring with them into a match, though they have access to Summoner Spells.

4. I am trying to make injuries more realistic in this fanfic than in the game. For example, a Champion could get taken out with one hit (if properly placed). However, I'll be avoiding cheap-shot one-hit kills as much as possible. The Champions are still tough to kill, but sometimes one can get lucky.

5. Champions will have access to certain techniques that they can't use in-game. An example would be Lux using her magic to turn invisible, or Blitzcrank being able to electrify his body to shock enemies on contact with him. Those are just a couple of brief examples; you'll probably see more as you read on.

6. I'm a bit of a sucker for Skyrim, so you're gonna see some Words of Power here and there. They're exclusive to the big bad of this story, though.

7. Plagueis' lines will all be in bold (as well as some in bold italics). Lines that are in one's thoughts are in italics. There will be a few exceptions, but they're very sparse.

I hope this clears up a few things, and I hope you'll enjoy this story.