A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first "pure romance" fanfiction, i'm really excited to see how this plays out. This story will be told from the Third Person account of Ezreal, while occasionally switching to people's Point of View when indicated.
Everyone wants to become a hero at some point in their life. In Valoran, it is the aspiration of millions of people to become 'Champions' and show people how talented they are in combat. The League of Legends has been around for hundreds of years, and has made people dream night and day about the opportunity to step on the rift and call themselves the best. Not everyone can become the best, but for Ezreal, becoming the best is all he wants.
"Today is the deadline for people who got accepted into that Academy...I'm so nervous, honestly."
Ezreal started thinking to himself while he was lying down on his couch. His parents had not been home that day since they were off visiting relatives in Zaun. Ezreal had lived just outside Piltover, near the bay area. He explored many parts of Piltover and the surrounding regions, but he had never been to Ionia. It felt like a dream city to him, since almost all of the champions of the League of Legends had originated from either Demacia, Noxus or Ionia. Ezreal wasn't fond of Demacia, and had a strong hate for Noxus within his family, but everything about Ionia was perfect for him.
For many years, Ezreal had thought about the opportunities of joining the Champions on the Summoner's Rift in the League of Legends, but he was always seen as the loser in all of his previous classes that would never succeed when it mattered. "To think that even the teachers I looked up to in high school had given me the "You're not cut out for it" bullcrap when I was still reaching for the stars, what do they know?! I don't know anyone who even comes close to how much effort I put into this. My explorer prowess shouldn't be something to take so lightly!"
Ezreal was dozing off for a few seconds, but was woken up by a knock at the door and a small package left on the curb. Ezreal came outside to pick it up, noticing that the return address was the Institute of War.
"N-NO WAY! NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAYYYY!"
Ezreal shredded the folder in half, throwing the remains on the ground and gazing deeply into the paper that he held before him. It read:
'To whom it may concern,
Congratulations, you have proven to be an excellent candidate for the Champions Academy, and have been formally invited to participate in the next class of Champions this coming semester! By accepting this invitation, you will be on your way to achieving your dreams and creating a legacy for yourself, not only as a Champion but as a figure that children and young adults alike can look up to for generations upon generations. At the Champions Academy, we only hire the best and most qualified faculty, while inviting the top 5% of the thousands of entries we receive every year. It will be our pleasure to work with you and help strengthen you so that you may one day walk on that rift and become a Legend. Please reply to the official Institute of War on SummoningInstitute in the next week, or we will consider this invitation invalid.
With pride, honor, and glory,
Terrence Ivanci, President of the Institute of War.'
Ezreal's heart nearly skipt a beat, as his hands were still shaking with the paper in his hand. He fell over on his couch in complete disarray of everything that he had just read, and went to reach for his phone to tell his parents immediately.
"Finally, i'm only a few steps away from making this world know of my awesome presence! I'll show all those people who told me I couldn't make it that I am the best! This time, I will go where no other explorer has gone..." He smiled, as he hoisted the paper in the air. "...Not just the Summoner's Rift, but I will travel the world and leave behind my legacy as the greatest marksman alive!"