Hey everyone this is my second story that I've written and I feel like I'll be continuing this one for a bit. This one centers around Malzahar, and keep in mind this is before he gets om nom nom'd by the void.

The mage's eyes narrowed at the giant banner. League of Legends. Quite a dramatic name, but Malzahar hoped that they could live up to it. After all, this place was supposed to harbor only the best of the best, representatives of their respective allegiances.

He strode towards the elegant marble doorway that opened at his presence. As soon as he entered, he quickly took in the sight of an incredible expanse of seemingly endless room. A bustling crowd was gathered at one of the spectator booths, shoving at one another to get a glimpse of one of the most spectated matches in Valorian, the much anticipated Noxus vs Ionia. Malzahar took a quick glance at the match, which was quickly becoming an absolute blood fest, with Irelia slaughtering hordes of enemy minions and ceaselessly bringing down enemy champions with ease. The angry Noxian mob screamed "nerf irelia" while Ionia's fans cheered with delight.

Malzahar shook his head and moved on. Undoubtly, high chancellor Morello was going to be doing his own little decimating with his menacing nerfbat.

As Malzahar approached the receptionist desk, the man at the counter look up and narrowed his eyes at him. "And what might you want" the receptionist asked.

"What else, if not to join the league" Malzahar replied.

The receptionist picked up a phone quickly punched a long sequence of numbers. After a short delay he gave Malzahar a quick nod and gestured towards a set of elegant marble doors. "Today's your lucky day" he said, almost sympathetically "We have a summoner present in the judgment chamber. Now hurry along before he changes his mind."

Malzahar took in the grandeur of the judgment hall, the starting line for all champions and summoners alike. Without a second's hesitation, Malzahar strides straight towards the doors, and they open at his presence.

Visions of the future clouded his thoughts, as he stood on the brink of the Shurima Desert, he watched as void spilled forth creatures of vile nature, differing in shapes and sizes, but all desiring one thing above all; consummation. These dangerous beings with undisputed claim to the top of the food chain were freely passaging between the unstable magic of the void and Runeterra, ravaging life and scarring the landscape. Despite the desperate urge to run, he couldn't move his feet. The void creatures closed in on him and he blacked out

Gasping, Malzahar's vision refocused upon the summoner standing before him with a frown. "Why do you wish to join the league Malzahar?" the summoner asked, with a hint of disappointment just barely audible.

"I've seen things happening. Things that I believe should be stopped, for everyone's sake. And I've been getting these visions." He scowled "I need to find a way to stop them."

The summoner just shook his head. "You have potential, but that alone cannot win you entry into a league such as this one."

Malzahar just started, dumbfounded. Never had he imagined that he would be denied entry into the League of Legends. "Why?!" he blurted, angry at the summoner, himself, and even the institution. "Am I not capable of competing in such a tournament?!"

"Perhaps that is for the best" the summoner mused.

In a flash, Malzahar found himself alone in a dark, empty room. Dejected, he shoved the doors open and cursed at what he could not comprehend.