Hello Everyone!
Just so you know, this is my first Fan-fiction. And I'm not quite sure that you will enjoy this since I am not an amazing writer. I'm nothing but an amateur.
I made this story because of my Annoyingly-Crazy Imagination, having made about 7 Fan-made Champions, I decided to make a story about them. There may be Spelling-errors and the like, if there are, please tell me and I will edit and improve myself.
I'd like to write an early note...
This story will not be filled with Reflections,. There will be a real story soon, you can either sit back and relax while you read through my OC's Reflections, or you can skip and just jump into the story. Your choice, both are available.
Disclaimer: League of Legends is owned by Riot Games, I do not own it nor do I have a part in the company. If I do, I would've already made several Champions in one month and made lots of stuff for the lore. (seriously, Lore is important in a game. Without it, Some people won't be so interested in the game.)
Anyways, enough of the Intro.
I hope you enjoy this story!
Note: I suggest you read the finishing Author's Note.
This chapter has been revamped.
The Institute of War, Observation Hall.
Snowdown.
Midnight.
Observation
It was quiet at first, save for the occasional short howls of the wind, there was nothing. Until a person arrived in the empty halls.
The stranger was heavily covered up, not even a small part of the stranger's skin can be seen.
The person continued to slowly walk towards the doors of the Reflection Chamber, making occasional loud footsteps while doing so. The stranger's head would turn around every now and then to observe the surroundings for any traps and the like.
But when the person saw the several, ancient(and expensive) designs of the pillars and walls in the hall, the stranger couldn't help but make a comment about it.
"A tad bit too fancy." The stranger grumbled while staring at the designs.
A woman's voice left the stranger's mask and echoed through the empty halls of the Observation Hallway. She walked through the halls as silently as she could, the long cape of her Trench-coat following her in the process. She grunted as she fixed the position of her gas-mask.
She sighed as she continued towards the large double-doors at the end of the long hallway.
When she reached it, the first thing she noticed was the ancient language written on the door. When she read it, a voice echoed in her mind.
"The Truest Opponents lies within."
"Let's get this done already." The unknown woman muttered as she stared at the sign on the door. She briefly looked up to see the height of the door, which was thrice her height.
With that said, she pushed open the doors and walked into the darkness of the room. The light faded away as the doors closed behind her.
Reflection
Darkness consumed her as she entered the empty room, being in the darkness made her feel at home. In the Shadow Isles.
And then there was light.
Strangely, she felt smaller than usual, and a bit more soft than she remembered, and a young mind.
There was fear in her heart, And when she felt it, she looked around. Seeking for an exit, even a source of light. She gasped as she saw a small speck of light not far from her. She hurried towards the small opening of light, hoping that it was safer on the other side.
The light vanished, leaving her in the dark.
She panicked at first, fearing that something or somebody might jump at her, killing her on the spot. Yet she was proven wrong by destiny. Instead, she felt comfortable, as if she was floating in a World of bliss.
It's quite funny how everyone is scared of the dark, it was a common question why people are afraid of it. The answer is easy.
People are afraid of the unknown.
Then she heard screams. Pained screams.
She opened her eyes, a look of fear was on her face as she watched her village be demolished by glowing stones coming from the sky. She stood on top of the hill, motionless. Each explosion seems to spread corrupted and unstable magic through the Island.
"Make it stop."
She gasped as pain surged through her, she felt herself slowly floating into the air.
"Please, make it stop!"
The voice, it was crying, sobbing in pain. She could only close her eyes as the unstable magic went through her. She tried to move, but was unable to do so. She could not control her body.
"Stop!"
She opened her eyes to find one of the glowing rocks about to crash on her. The rock easily covered the distance between them and was soon near her face.
...
Then darkness.
Opening her eyes once more, she found herself on the cold, hard floor of the Institute. Gasping for air, she stood up and looked around her surroundings, which still have the same darkness from before. That was when she felt another presence in the room, telling her that she wasn't alone, that someone was watching her.
At first, she looked around, where she found nothing. But when she looked up she found, what seemed to be, a glowing Orb.
Before she could do anything or speak anything, the orb spoke, with an old, yet wise, voice.
"Why do you want to join the League?"
She let out a deep breath since she was expecting this question. Afterwards, she spoke to reply to the Orb.
"To fight for the Shadow Isle's, and if I am able to, I will try to bring it back to it's former glory."
There was a short silence as the Orb stared into her, it was obviously trying to pry deeper into her mind to see if it was her only reason, but was unsuccessful. After a few moments, the Orb spoke once more.
"How does it feel, exposing your mind?"
She only smiled underneath her mask.
"Determined."
The orb let out a 'hmph' before vanishing. Afterwards, the double-doors opened, pouring in light from the other side, showing her the world that awaited her inside the Institute.
"I am Vecthoria." she muttered.
She took a step forward, smirking underneath her mask.
"And I will protect my home, no matter the cost."
With that said, Vecthoria walked through the opening the doors made. Yet there was this strange feeling nagging at her chest.
She felt... Uncertain.
Vecthoria soon exited the chamber, and a calm female voice echoed.
"Welcome to the League of Legends."
Greetings readers, I'd like to announce something.
This whole story will be revamped. Though the reflections will not be affected too much, the main chapters (the one with the stories) will be the ones that will be fully affected by the revamp.
Special thanks to Winkleson for his reviews. If I could shake your hand right now, I would've removed your arm by now. :P
So far, I've managed to revamp about 40% of my story. So... just wait a bit more.
Anyways, review please!
Being a critique will help me out on improving!
Criticize all you want, but flaming won't be that much of a help.
I hope you enjoyed!
