Prologue - Disconnected
"An ally has been slain." The familiar female voice of the announcer said in a sinister tone.
"Enemy Triple Kill."
"Enemy Quadra Kill"
The buzzing of her teammates and her summoner in Caitlyn`s head was growing insane.
"Don`t give her the penta!"
"Dirty Riven picker."
"Force is meaningless without fedora"
And the summoner of the enemy Riven: "GIVE PENTA! GIVE PENTA!"
The enemy Riven was on her tail as Caitlyn was running back to base as quick as she could. Using her leaps, her chaser was closing the distance fast. Turning around to face her, Caitlyn fired her rifle once before pulling a small lever, switching to the 90.-caliber net. It`s weight was so heavy that firing it knocked her back several meters. Used to this movement, she turned around while in the air and was able to somersault upon impact with the ground, running on immediately. Behind her, she heard a laugh and a few whispered words. "The time for talk is over, Caitlyn."
It was the last thing she heard before Riven lashed out her blade and Caitlyn was knocked down from behind by several projectiles of bundled wind. And when her last shivers of 'health' faded away, so did her consciousness. The world turned to black, and Caitlyn waited for her respawn.
"Pentakill. Ace"
When Caitlyn opened her eyes again, she was expecting to see Riven take down one or two inhibitors. Instead, the world in front of her eyes was purple, and a beautiful shade of purple at that. It looked somewhat like the trails that Kassadin would leave behind when he was using his Riftwalk. However, this was not normal. Normally, when one died at the Fields of Justice, they would follow the match from above. Because of this simple fact, Caitlyn found it easy to deduct the fact that something was wrong. The question now would be: 'How wrong?'
After being in the purple world for what felt like several hours, Caitlyn got worried. This wasn't a small error, nor was it something that appeared to be fixed within the next few minutes. She needed a plan of action. Something to get her out, or at least keep her busy.
"Okay," Caitlyn said to herself. "The main problem is that everything looks the same, and there is no visible exit in sight. This place is definitely something like the Void that Malzahar told me about a few days back. Gáh, this is not getting me anywhere. I am stuck here until they send someone to help me, or until I die. Would it be possible to die in the void? No, I must keep my thoughts together. I talked about being stuck in the void with Kassadin, but what did he say? Something about willpower, or magic. Well, magic isn't really an option for me, so I`ll have to take a gamble and go with willpower. Let`s see, how does willpower even work? Would it just be like 'I wanna get out of here' and everything will be reverted? Ugh, where are the void-creatures when you need them? Kha'zix is always bugging me in Valoran, but when you finally need him they are nowhere to be found..."
"You hailed?" A familiar voice hissed, causing Caitlyn to spin around on her heeled boots.
"Kha'zix, it`s good to see you, how did you get here?" The sheriff asked. She was one of the few that could hold herself around Kha'zix and the other void-beings. This was probably due to her being a really young addition to the league. With her being only fourteen, she figured that she was more open to beings from other worlds, even when they were in their world with the goal to capture and destroy it.
"As I said, you hailed. I came as soon as you called my name. So, how is the Void treating you? Are you done with admiring its beauty already?"
Caitlyn smiled as she replied, happy to have someone but herself to talk to: "Well, it's not like that. I would just like to go home. I`m sure that everyone at home is worried about me."
Kha'zix`s expression appeared to change as he readied himself for the harsh answer. "Purple girl, you must understand that time flows different in the Void. Your disappearance was over a thousand years ago, there is none that remembers you at home. The inevitable invasion of the Void has already flooded the world that you know, Runeterra and Valoran are no longer a place where one could live. Returning there is not an option, since there is nothing to return to."
Caitlyn was knocked back stunned by these words. And while her head was working through the information, she just started crying as she fell on her knees.
The Void Reaver was at a loss, and didn't know how to act. After crying for several Void-hours, Caitlyn had passed out. Choosing that that had been for the best, Kha'zix had let her sleep. In the meantime, he was debating with himself what he would have to do with the girl. He remembered her from his days in the League. She had been a petite young girl when she had joined the league. Her parents had died, leaving her with nothing but a rifle and the knowledge about police-work. She had been spotted and picked up by Malzahar, as he was spending the day in the City of Progress. Taking the girl with him, but not knowing what a prophet of the Void could do for a kid, he placed her in the League, where she had stayed for one year before the events of her disappearance. She was one of the only humans that would talk to the Void-beings, and she was someone that all the voidlings in the league cared for.
Knowing that she could not return to Valoran, Kha'zix knew that he had to find another place for her to live. And he had to be swift, preferably find it before she would wake up. The voidling switched into a stasis, something that could best be explained as an 'oversight-mode'. Going through all kinds of universums, Kha'zix found very few fit for the sheriff. Until…
"Yes…" Kha'zix clicked, "This place might work."
He turned around to the still sleeping Caitlyn. With his claw he made a small cut in her right arm. When a few drops of blood welled up, the being from the Void closed his eyes and whispered a few final words. "Good luck, Child of the Void, we will meet you again."
Her head felt like she had been hit by a truck, and the light hurt her eyes. Slowly, her thoughts pierced through the pain. Light… No purple nothingness, but sunrays. She was no longer in the Void. But if she wasn't in the Void, then where was she? As she rose up slowly, she let her eyes slide over her surroundings. There were mountains, trees and sand, a lot of sand... But the most notable place of interest nearby was the huge building to her right. It was big enough to house the entirety of Piltover three or four times, she guessed. After sitting on the ground for a few more minutes, Caitlyn shrugged, picked up her rifle and moved in the direction of the building. She had to find out where she was, and how she could stay alive in this strange world.
As she got near the edges of one of the suburbs, Caitlyn noticed that they were guarded by metal machines, piloted by men. They looked like an upgraded version of Rumble`s machine, but more terrifying. On its legs was the name of the model: RPI-11 Glasgow.
The speaker that was apparently part of the machine spoke to her: "Welcome to Pendragon, may I see your papers please?"
A new story, hopefully not the death of my other ones, but I do find myself motivated to write parts of this story more often. And I did already. I have 3 chapters ready, and a fourth one planned out. I am not really sure when I'll update the next chapter, and what kind of schedule I will work with.
There are two writers that help me poke holes in my stories, one of which you ought to know if you come here from the League side: WingsOfRequiem (my former co-author at ANR), the other one is a must-know if you get here from Code Geass' side, and most of you probably already know him from his Ice & Fire fanfic, if you don't search for AlSmash and read his stuff. I highly recommend checking both of them out if you do not know them already, since they are way above my level, and should be able to satisfy your need for great stories. Both of them can be found at my Fav'Author-tab.
Now, regarding my other stories:
-Wish of an Angel (No Game No Life) - I have the third chapter planned out, and it is going to be quite nice. I'm really happy to see that this story is rising to the top rather quickly, even when it does not even contain Lemons (yet...). I plan on working on this story when I have my fourth chapter on paper/docs.
-Power of the Sun - Is kinda shoved backwards, multiple times. I am writing two chapters at once, and neither is making that much progress. I need to put some time into planning the story itself more carefully before I continue writing, since I'm now going from chapter to chapter without a good plan in mind.
-Explosive Hexplosives - As stated in the story itself, this will be facing a heavy rework, and once more: lots of planning.
-A New Reality - The same thing goes for this as for most of my chapters: requires a lot of extra planning. I have been sitting on 2K words for over 3 months now, and it is getting ridiculous. Updates are coming, the story is not abandoned, but it will take some time :)/:(
-Radio Piltover - Might be seeing some cross-story chapters, as suggested to me by a reviewer. Examples would be: The disappearance of Braum, Fiora, Talon, Kha'zix and Quinn. Or the disappearance of the host herself... I`ll figure that out later.
I think this is all for now. As always, add the story to your fav's if you think it is worth it, follow it and/or me for updates and send me a PM or review if you have any feedback.
-Alsodef
