Here it is, the first chapter of Vivian's story! Viv is an interesting character I will say. This one is a bit longer than normal...mainly because I had some collab with her creator. Some of this story was written by my friend 30CaliberDonut and some of it is written by me...but it all is Viv's story.

Chapter 1

"Man," 2nd Lieutenant Karum grumbled, scratching furiously at the seat of his pants. "You know, for a place with trees and greenery around and all, you wouldn't think that you could get this much sand in your… everything."

"Aw, it's alright, Harry," 1st Lieutenant Wood replied with a wide, predatory grin. "We already know y'measure what's in yer pants in grains, don't run a fuss."

"Ah, shut up, Lenny," Harry grumbled. "You're the one that drives the gigantic compensation-mobile back home."

"Boys," 1st Lieutenant Rhon interrupted, her tone flat and mirthless. "Button it. Eyes up. This ain't a beer run."

Vivian simply smirked. This sort of banter was common between them; for the distraction it seemed to be, they'd yet to miss anything important, even mid-bicker. Such situational awareness had saved their lives in the past; Viv expected no different today.

"Krista, he does this like every day," Harry replied, his voice just short of a whine. "It's distractin', it's unprofess-"

"And he'll keep doin' it," Krista sighed in response, dropping her stiff demeanor slightly, "until you stop being so easy to tease."

Harry fell silent, his eyes returning to his sector, his lips puckered into an expression that Vivian could only identify as a pout. She'd taken the rear guard on this particular mission; Harry was on point, while Krista and Lenny flanked them both. Their surroundings, as Harry had observed, were oddly serene for such a war-torn country. It was difficult to look at the arboreal green around them and picture that a desert was barely a klick north. But, they had their orders, and Vivian had faith that there was a reason they were sent here. She looked around, observing the peaceful scene, and breathed a sigh…

Suddenly, dust was clearing. She tried to look around in confusion, but found it impossibly hard to move. Just a moment ago, she had been listening to a light breeze as it passed through the leaves of nearby trees, but now all she could hear was a painfully loud, high pitched drone. It took her a moment to realize her ears were ringing. She tried to stand, but still barely got one shoulder off the ground. Krista appeared over her. Vivian blinked. She seemed to be screaming at the top of her lungs, but Vivian couldn't hear her. Krista began to fumble with the first aid kid in her bag as Lenny appeared next; Vivian watched as he mouthed "holy…" looking at something down near her legs, then some ways off to the side. With Herculean strain, she managed to lift her head, and peer down in the direction of his gaze. Through the dust, she saw a shape; a lump, really, but the dust and the cloudiness of her vision made it impossible to see. Then she looked down at her…her legs. Or, where her legs had been.

"Oh," she thought; her lips parted slightly in surprise, and then everything went black.

When Vivian came to, a single thought permeated her entire existence for a full minute: white. It took what felt like an eternity for her to realize that she had been obsessing over the color because it was what she was staring at. White. She blinked. More white. No, what was it? A wall? She shifted her neck slightly, and realized she was lying down. On her back. A ceiling, then. Her eyes shifted slowly to the side, where she saw a counter, a couple of cupboards, and more white. Another minute passed before she was able to put together that she was in a hospital room, and yet another before she was able to speak.

"H-hello?" she croaked. There was no answer, so she tried again; she couldn't make it much louder, but she managed: "Hello?"

Suddenly, a nurse bustled into the room.

"You're awake," she said, noting that Vivian was struggling to sit up, and placing a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder to stop her. "But you still need to rest."

"Where am I?" Vivian rasped; her throat felt like sandpaper. "I…"

"How much do you remember?" the Nurse asked in turn, without answering.

"I… uh…" Vivian tried to look around; it didn't achieve very much. "I was… in… uh… near Misurata, and, uh… we were…"

Suddenly she felt wide awake as panic washed through her. This time she jolted halfway up before the nurse could stop her.

"Krista and…" she began, before she saw the bandaged stubs where her legs had been, and she froze.

The pause allowed the nurse to rest her gently back down.

"Oh my god…" she shuddered. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…"

"You stepped on a landmine," the nurse said, her tone sympathetic but her words frank. "Your right leg was launched clear, and wasn't recoverable. We… couldn't find the other one, which means it was probably…"

"Oh my god…" Vivian repeated.

She seemed to swim through the words. She was confused; she was convinced that she was seeing things, and that the nurse was lying to her. That couldn't be right. That didn't make any sense. How could… In a flash, it came back to her. Krista shrieking over her, the pale look of horror on Lenny's face.

"M-my team," Vivian demanded hoarsely. "Where are they, where are…?"

"They're fine," the nurse assured her resolutely. "They're just fine. They were all placed on leave after the incident, but… they haven't left here the entire time, except to eat. They've even slept here. At least one of them has been right outside the room at…"

"'Entire time?'" Vivian repeated. "How long…?"

"Three weeks," the nurse said softly. "You've been here for three weeks already."

"Oh...oh," Vivian could only respond. But at the sound of her voice, Krista had appeared in the doorway.

Suddenly, Vivian felt exhausted.

"You're awake…" Krista breathed, dashing to the bedside. "They… they weren't sure if you'd m-make…" she choked.

She tried valiantly to fight back her tears, but they streamed down her face regardless.

Vivian's head fell back against her pillow. She tried to look down, but could not see her legs – rather, what was left of them. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if that was a blessing.

But…that had been two years ago.

A now 36 year old Vivian walked down the street, holding her head high and ignoring the stares she received from some of the passersby. At first, she wouldn't have left the house…all those drunken nights of ignoring phone-calls and trying to make the pain and embarrassment go away kept her from doing so. Now, however, she had a better sense of self. While she was still upset over what happened…she had learned to cope with it.

The first year had been the hardest. She had undergone surgeries and had her prosthetic legs installed. Rods of steel and carbon fiber that enabled her to move about again. She'd learned to walk relatively quickly, after the few times where she had slipped and fallen, but she also had her former team come and cheer her on/help. Even her 'replacement' came to help her.

Vivian gave a slight smirk as she remembered meeting the Navy medic who happened to look eerily like her…red-hair and green eyes and all.

"Aw, look at the little smol," Lenny teased, ruffling Amber's hair.

The red-head glared at him, grabbing his hand and twisting it.

"Call me that again…" Amber warned.

"Or what?"

"You'll be forcibly reminded which one of us is a doctor, and which is a drug addict," Amber deadpanned.

Lenny glared at her, he smoked but…

"You're a doctor, not a soldier,"

"I'm a Navy doctor, which means I'm perfectly capable of breaking every bone in your body while naming them," Amber growled, "Want to test me? I'm sure I might miss a few names…"

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Krista asked, "Shouldn't we have…"

"You need a medic more than you need another sniper," Vivian told her, "You don't need me anymore, Captain,"

Krista grimaced at her new rank. She didn't think she had deserved it…but Vivian knew that she did. Krista had taken control of the situation when Vivian's accident happened and showed that she was capable of handling things.

"Maybe," the young Captain grumbled, "But that doesn't mean we don't want you,"

"I might not be the squad leader anymore, Krista, but I still outrank you," Vivian deadpanned, "give Lieutenant Commander Undina a chance. She might very well help you best,"

"Or be a fish out of water," Krista smirked, "Seeing as she's trading the sea for the desert,"

"…I wonder about you sometimes…"

The wounded warrior gave a pained smile as she remembered her team. It had been ages since she'd seen them. She'd heard that they were all back in the States, heading home for some well-earned rest. Lenny to Tennessee, Krista and Harry to Texas and Amber to California. Perhaps she'd go and see them, she'd have to see how much she had…

Maybe she'd even have Demetrius come with her?

That was another thing. A year after wallowing in her pain and anger, she had decided to take up martial arts…just to get back into the swing of things and to prove, mostly to herself, that she was still useful.

Enter Demetrius Denike, a 6'2" man of African American origin who happened to run a martial arts studio. He'd taken her on as a challenge less than a year ago, only to realize that this crippled warrior still had a lot of fight left in her. Perhaps that was what attracted him to her, and she to him. They had been seeing each other ever since.

She found out about six months into their relationship that Demetrius had been sneaking out at night. At first, she had been heartbroken, thinking he was cheating. But, when she confronted him about it, he revealed what he was really doing. Demetrius was a part time Vigilante, cleaning up the area around the studio and his home. She couldn't be mad at him for that…so she told him she was coming with him. He was reluctant at first…but Vivian managed to convince him.

Vivian was so lost in her wonderings that she didn't notice she had a follower until a hand laid itself on her shoulder. Immediately she grabbed said hand and hurled her assailant over her shoulder to the ground…only to recognize the man.

"…Lieutenant Karum?" she blinked.

"Ow…" Harry Karum groaned while a loud, female laugh bubbled up behind her.

Vivian turned around to see the raven-haired, grey eyed Krista Rhon behind her, currently doubled over, gasping for breath as she laughed.

"Krista!" Vivian started, "What were you…"

"We were…heading home…" Krista gasped, wiping tears away as she cackled, "Connectin' flights to Houston. Oh my God Harry your face!"

Harry grumbled as he got up to his feet, brushing himself off.

"Lieutenant, let me at least apologize," Vivian said.

"'S fine," Harry huffed.

"Our flight doesn't leave for a couple hours, something about engine problems," Krista told Vivian, "I knew you lived around here, so we figured we would come and see how you were,"

Vivian gave a smile and nodded.

"I was just on my way home, we can talk there,"

"And I've got a new game I want to show you," Krista grinned.

"You and your gaming obsession," Vivian sighed.

"Hey, gotta keep my skills sharp eh?"

"It's been a long time since we've gotten to see American soil," Krista started, stirring the mug of tea with her spoon, "Not since you left,"

"I didn't have much of a choice now, did I?" Vivian asked, shooting a look down, "Is everyone…"

"Lenny split off and drove the rest of the way to Tennessee from Indianapolis," Krista said, "Amber's caught the flu so she'll be heading back to California on another flight once she gets better. She didn't want to get you sick, but she says hi,"

"When do you all go back,"

"Dunno," Krista shrugged, "We'll try to get everyone together here before we leave again though, I promise. Right Harry?"

Harry said nothing, just stared down at the untouched cup.

"Uh…Harry?"

"Hmm?" he finally started, "Oh…yeah, sure,"

"I swear you've been more and more distracted since we set foot in the States," Krista teased, giving him a light shove which caused a rather ugly frown to cross his face before it disappeared, "Anyways, I'm going to set up that game I wanted to show you,"

And with that, Krista got up and went into another room.

"Assuming any answer I acquire will be one of annoyance, and I absolutely believe it will be," Vivian started softly, "What's wrong,"

"Nothing's wrong," Harry told her.

"You are not acting like the Lieutenant Harold Karum that I knew,"

"I'm just tired, Viv," he growled, "I've been in combat for a while and I'm jet-lagged,"

"You would have gotten more sleep from you journey here,"

"I said I'm fine," Harry said tersely, getting up and walking into the room Krista was in.

Vivian followed, a deep feeling of unease in her soul. Something was very wrong and she couldn't do anything to fix it.

"ALRIGHT! I got it set up!" Krista crowed.

"What is the point of this game?" Vivian asked as Krista sat her down in a chair.

"Basically, you take a champion and use it, with your team, to destroy the enemy base by taking down towers and killing the enemy units," Krista explained, "I even found a Champion that I think you should try…"

Two Weeks Later…

"You seem a little distracted, Viv," Demetrius started, putting a hand on her shoulder, "You sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine," Vivan said.

No…she really wasn't. You see, a couple days after Krista and Harry left, she'd gotten a call from a doctor in Texas.

Krista's father, former General Christopher Rhon had been murdered…and his daughter was in very critical condition. Lenny had called her a few hours after that call.

"Thought y'd be here, Boss," he said, "It looks bad. They're sayin' she won't be able to walk again,"

"What happened?"

"Harry stabbed her after killin' her dad. I knew somethin' was off with him, but…I didn't think he'd do that to her. She loved him like a brother…maybe more, I dunno,"

"Has she awakened?"

"Naw, not yet. They're just pullin' her outta surgery again. She's still knocked out, but it looks bad, Boss,"

She regretted not going to see Krista.

"You worried about your friend?" Demetrius asked.

Vivian nodded silently, but said nothing else.

Demetrius gave a sigh.

"Look, why don't you go home, ok? I can finish up here,"

"And let you get yourself hurt, I don't think so," Vivian huffed, rushing out into the night, leaving him in the dust.

Demetrius tried to follow, but he soon lost sight of Vivian. Vivian, however, didn't care. She was angry…both at herself and at Harry. She should have seen that coming…she should have…

She heard a shuffling noise and looked up just to see a familiar and slightly unwelcome face. Akela Hisau looked a bit healthier than the last time Vivian had seen her…but she still had that wild, haggard look about her face.

"What are you doing here," Akela growled.

"I could ask you the same, Officer Hisau,"

Akela gave a dead laugh.

"Officer, haven't been called that in a long while," she snorted.

Vivian sighed. This was pointless. She should just go on her way and…

A shot rang out and Akela flowed into a ready position, scanning the area for hostiles. Vivian's trained eyes found the man instantly.

"On the roof," Vivian pointed out.

"…Thanks,"

And with that, Akela shot towards the assassin.

"Idiot," Vivian thought, starting to turn around…only for a shot to graze her shoulder, sending her spinning, "Alright…I was just going to let her handle them…not this time,"

She followed Akela up to the roof, just to see Akela dropping the man as if he had burned her. Her nearly black eyes were wild, something was wrong.

"I guess Cira wasn't lying…" Akela growled, "They are after us…"

"Who?" Vivian asked.

"Not your concern," Akela huffed.

"When they shoot at me as well as you, I believe that makes it my concern," Vivian snapped.

Akela rolled her eyes.

"Alright, this guy's part of a group that likes to hunt down and kill or get rid of people like me. They don't discriminate. They've gone after men, women, teenagers…even a kid. They've found me and…"

She broke off, shifting her feet into a more ready position.

"There's more here," she said, her voice carrying a different quality than before.

Vivian turned around just as another shot rang out, gashing her in the side. She saw people come out of the shadows and saw Akela fighting like a madwoman, dashing around faster than Vivian thought humanly possible.

Well, Vivian couldn't let her have all the fun!

The amputee Vigilante dashed forwards, leaping into the fray and beginning to take down opponents. She swung around, cracking her prosthetic leg against the head of one assassin, sending him crumpling down to the concrete. Her fist snapped out and caught another in the head, sending him down to the ground with a thud as well. She looked up to see how Akela was faring…just to see that the other woman was gone, leaving just a fading shroud of smoke.

"You…" Vivian thought before another shot rang out, catching her in her upper chest and sending her on her back.

"Are you sure this one isn't Chosen…?" one of the men huffed as they cautiously made their way to the downed former Major.

"Just a Vigilante," the sniper said, coming off his perch, "I will give her credit…she's pretty determined for someone like her,"

Vivian got up to her feet, shakily and glared at the group of five men. She wouldn't be able to get away…at least not in her condition.

"But, she does know a bit too much. Aiding one of them in any case," the sniper finished, "So, sorry, lady, but you've gotta go. Nothing personal,"

Vivian looked around for anything that she could use to get away…when she spotted a water tank on a little platform. The platform's legs were rusted and very brittle from what Vivian could see. She gave a wicked smile and made her way towards the platform.

"Oh c'mon, please don't make this harder than it is…" the sniper sighed, "I really wish I didn't have to take civilian lives. First it was that boy that saved the First Chosen…now you…"

Vivian put her back against the tanker and her legs against the wall.

"Perhaps patience is perpetually on my side, but I promise it doesn't pain me to tell you this," Vivian growled, shoving against the tanker.

The tanker squealed as the rusty supports snapped and sent it crashing to the ground, breaking open as a great wave of water washed over the rooftop and knocking the group of men off onto the fire escape.

"Nothing. Personal," Vivian hissed as she went over to the other fire escape and bolted down as fast as she could.

Vivian growled in pain as she attempted to remove the bullet from her shoulder. That old medkit was starting to show its age…but she wasn't about to go to the hospital and answer all those silly questions. She preferred her privacy thank you very much!

"You look like you're in quite a lot of pain," a male voice deadpanned.

There was a clicking sound and Vivian had a gun pointed at the forehead of a man in a dark suit and black fedora. The man held up his hands nonchalantly, as if he didn't fear the weapon pointed at him. His icy-blue eyes fixed on Vivian's cold green ones and he gave a light smile.

"Major Vivian Vauclain," he stated, "Former leader of a Delta Force squad consisting of Leonard Wood, Harold Karum, Krista Rhon and Amber Undina. Given an honorable discharge and multiple medals during your career which ended with you stepping on a mine in Libya,"

"How do you know so much about me,"

The man just gave a smile.

"My name is Andrew Summers, I work for Riot Games, creators of League of Legends. You know of them, yes?"

Vivian's face fell slightly.

"Viv, this is Camille, she's an assassin type…but she reminds me of you," Krista smiled.

"Is it because she has no legs…"

"NO! Well, sorta now that I think about it…but she's determined and doesn't let her disability stop her. That's what reminded me of you,"

"I do," Vivian muttered, "What do you want, Mr. Summers,"

"I have a proposition," he said, "You need medical help and I severely doubt that you're going to last too long with your makeshift doctoring there,"

"And how are you going to do that…"

"Well, what if I told you that the League, her Champions, Valoran, all of it was real?" he asked, "And that one of those Champions…happened to be very interested in you,"

"What do you mean?"

"I believe you had a run in with some men tonight," Andrew growled, face darkening, "they probably mentioned something about Chosens,"

Vivian frowned, but nodded.

"A Chosen is a human of Earth that houses a Champion of Valoran. They are two souls in one body. I'm offering to make you one, Major Vauclain,"

"And who would be so insane as to do this?" Vivian demanded.

Andrew held out his hand, a beautiful ring of unearthly design lay in it.

"You've been Chosen by Camille, the Steel Shadow," he told her, "Will you accept her offer?"

Vivian stared at the ring for a second.

"She reminded me of you," Krista's voice muttered.

"I accept," Vivian stated.

Next we have Viv and Camille getting used to one another...some stuff happens, some good, some bad but it'll be interesting. This isn't the last time we'll see Krista either.

For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:

What Champion

Character's name ( 1st and last)

Age

Family?

Physical Description

Personality

Why were they picked by the Champion?

How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)

They CANNOT be Valorian (from Valoran or have family from Valoran. Kayle is the only exception and that will be IT. No more of that). Dynasty Chosens (such as how Shen ended up) will not be taken as they are quite difficult to explain. AND NO MAGIC! (Street magician is fine...but no mystical powers. This is a world without magic save for the magic that comes with Chosens). Also, if you make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu character...I will make you change things about it. I don't want to write those...they're unfair to everyone else...

You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.

Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:

Alistar

Amumu

Corki

Fizz

Heimerdinger

Irelia

Jayce

Kennen

Nunu

Olaf

Poppy

Rammus

Rumble

Singed

Teemo

Tristana

Trundle

Tryndamere

Xin Zhao

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.