Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a fan fiction so any kind of criticism or reviews would be fantastic (grammar and spelling may be out of wack for somethings and I apologize in advance)!. This will be rated M because of the coarse language and themes that will be used later on the the story. Also as you read the first chapter I apologize the unintentional pun/reference... thingy (if you get it tell me!). Without further adieu, here's the first chapter!

Chapter One: The Champion Arrives

He used to think that The League was just a game; a means to entertain himself and millions of other people. He never could have expected it to exist for real. The unlikely "hero" of this story is now is unknowingly going to be sucked into this fantasy realm called Runterra, filled with the champions of his game, and the dark secrets that are lurking in the shadows…

PENTAKILL! The announcer yelled from the computer's speakers. The owner of the device was propped against his chair with a wide grin was over his face and clicking manically around the screen so that the being he controlled to attack the enemy Nexus. After a few more seconds the announcer proclaimed "Victory!"

A sharp sigh escaped from his mouth and he relaxed into his chair. After he exited the game his friends told him good job and well done on going on a flawless 23/0/19 streak. He replied to all of them and a small smile overcame his face when he heard a familiar 'Ding' sound come from his phone. He stared at it and saw the words "You know I love you Axel…" brightly on the screen.

Axel looks at the message and replies to it quickly. "Man… this just went from good to bad in a split second." The phone then began to ring and he picked it up hastily putting it to his ear.

"Hey you~" said a flirtatious voice on the other end of the phone. "Hey Alice…" he replied.

"Aww what's wrong Axy? Did something happen sweetie?" ask Alice. This had struck a nerve and he gave out an irritated sigh. "You've obviously forgotten so… I'm just gonna drop it," Axel in an upset tone.

This had caused a small period of tension between the two. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes before Alice gained the courage to say something. "Axel… you know that wasn't what you thought okay? I told you that he pushed me down and… kissed me. I didn't do anything to provoke it and I sure as hell didn't enjoy it," Alice said with sadness in her voice.

Axel scoffed and replied, "You sure looked like you were enjoying it. Why didn't you just go out with him in the first place? Everyone, even my parents know that you like him more than me. That would have saved us the trouble of even fighting in the first place."

"You really do hate me… don't you?" Alice murmured to him. An exasperated sigh escaped Axel's mouth and he rubbed his forehead. "I don't hate you. It's just that… 'Betrayed' feeling I still have. Even if it was an accident, I still feel immensely emotionally damaged and can't get the incident out of my head."

Axel could tell she was close to crying because her voice started to falter on the other end. "I-I'm sorry Axel… I just didn't want this to happen." Alice said almost crying. Axel sat there in silence before a small 'Beep' sound was heard. He was now left all alone in his room.

Axel kept the phone up to his ear for a while as a singular stream came running down his cheek. "Well this fuckin' blows. I have one potentially ex-girlfriend and a possibly very pissed off friend to deal with now," a now depressed Axel says to himself.

He looks up at the clock and sees it's almost 9 o'clock. "Well, time to sleep. Maybe this shit will be cleared up tomorrow" Axel grumbles to himself. He then shut down his computer, crawled under his covers and slowly drifts off to sleep.

Meanwhile in that one place…

The small regiment of soldiers dressed in silver armor with bits of blue and gold was tirelessly trekking up the large mountain. At the front of this regime was a bulky man clad in armor from head to toe. He carried with him an exceptionally large sword in his right hand as he, as well as the other soldiers marched towards their objective.

On each of the front corners of the platoon, a flag was raised bearing two golden winged lions clashing swords together. "Dauntless Vanguard stand fast! We are almost at the top, just a little longer" shouted the large man.

There was a collective sigh and groans but the soldiers kept on marching. The Might of Demacia continued to march with them until they got to the top of the mountain. Garen raised his hand to halt the brave warriors approach. "Start constructing a camp ground right now! The sooner, the better we can defend if Noxus arrives here as well" he ordered the troops.

As soon as Garen had given the order the troops began to construct a makeshift camp for the time being. As he surveyed the camps construction, Garen noticed two flashes of blue light appear behind him. He turned to give a small smile as he was greeted by his sister Luxanna the Lady of Luminosity, and the Crowned Prince himself: Jarvan IV.

"Garen!" Lux squealed as she quickly embraced her brother. He returned the sentiment and tightly hugged her. She soon let go as Jarvan stepped forward. Garen quickly saluted the prince before he waved his hand.

"Garen please, we are old childhood friends. So why not greet each other like so?" Jarvan said to his Commander. A small sigh of relief came over Garen before he and Jarvan shared a grin and gripped each others forearms tightly. "Good to see you friend", "And same to you Garen. So tell me, what is this news we heard of this "mysterious champion" everyone is talking about?" Jarvan questioned.

"Well we received reports on-" "It seems that whoever this new champion is, they are rumored to be extremely powerful and also don't seem to have any ties with anyone" Lux interjected. Jarvan scratched his stubble and thought of the situation. "So I assume every ambitious nation is trying to add another champion to their roster eh? A wise strategy for everyone" he nodded.

The two Crownguards nodded with him before walking off to start strategizing if another force came up. The Lightshield stood there in a brief pause of silence before a scout came running up to them.

"Your Highness! I bring news about a small Noxus army approaching from the western side of the mountain" huffed the scout who was out of breath. "How many men?" inquired Jarvan. "Roughly one-hundred strong my lord. With the Hand of Noxus and the Sinister Blade taking charge of it" replied the scout.

A grim face came across Jarvan's face before he nodded. "I will relay this to the Commander and the Lady myself, you are dismissed." The scout saluted the prince and ran off towards the rest of the group.

"So Noxus ordered two of their finest warriors to acquire this new champion… This could mean trouble" Jarvan mumbled to himself. A hearty pat on the back came out of nowhere and he looked behind him to see his old friend.

"Let Noxus come my prince. They will not lay a single hand on that champion, I swear on my honor" Garen reassured him. A small grin appeared over the prince's mouth and nodded in agreement. "No one will get to this new champion before us. For the glory of Demacia!" proclaimed Jarvan to his troops.

Upon hearing this, the crowd of troops raised their fists to the sky and shouted "FOR DEMACIA!" With the Demacian troops morale now sky high they felt that they would win this battle for sure.

"How much longer till we reach the top?" groaned the assassin. Ignoring her complaint the Hand of Noxus simply grunted and replied "We'd be up there by now if it wasn't for your insufferable complaining." The assassin gave a mocking gasp as if the words he said stung.

He simply ignored her and kept on marching with his small army leading behind him.

Katarina curled her lip into a pout but she kept on following the General. Darius kept his trusty axe in hand and gripped the shaft of it as is he could sense its thirst for blood. Looking behind him he saw the one-hundred strong from the Crimson Elite: the strongest and most deadly warriors to prowl in Noxus.

Katarina groaned again before shunpo-ing in front of Darius. "Again, how much longer Darius?" she questioned. The man clasped his forehead before raising his hand for the troops to halt. "Katarina," he growled. "If it wasn't for your father Marcus being my superior and the Blade of Noxus, I would have ended your pathetic whining in and instant." The girl scoffed and brushed back strands of her blood red hair back from her face.

An intense starting contest broke out between the two before the redhead waved her hand and started to walk away. "If my father was here he would have ended you as well Darius. You may be the Hand that strangles the foes of Noxus, but my father is the one who cuts them down." He repressed the urge to slice her with his axe before turning and continuing his march.

The rest of the warriors followed after their leader leaving the assassin standing there by her lonesome. Although Darius got the feeling that he may have gone soft on the Sinister Blade, he grinned as he knew the Demacian Dauntless Vanguard would be no match for his Crimson Elite. The army of bloodthirsty men and women continued to climb the mountain until they too finally reached the top. What they saw when they got there gave all of the Noxians a wild grin: a challenge to quench their bloodthirsty way of life.

An alarm clock rang loudly in the silent household. A groan came from underneath the blankets and an exhausted Axel rose from them. He stretched out his back and a loud yawn erupted from his mouth.

His sleepy eyed self dragged himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After a quick shower, Axel got dressed in his usual attire of jeans, a t-shirt and his trademark hoodie. Now that he was dressed and showered he felt ready to take on the day. Although last nights fight had taken a toll on his mental state, he tried to hide it with his flashy grins and atrocious jokes.

Walking over to the kitchen he went over to the pantry and pulled out two slices of bread before promptly placing them in the toaster. As he waited for this toasted deliciousness to finish, he went to the sink and filled a cup of water before slurping up the beverage in large gulps.

A 'ding' from the toaster came and Axel ran over and snatched the newly toasted bread from the machine. Lying the two slices down on a paper plate he began to lather them in butter and grape jelly, his favorite combination. He quickly scarfed down one piece of it before promptly wrapping the other in a paper towel.

After finishing his breakfast he ran by his parent's room and promptly said his goodbyes before rushing out the door with his toast in hand. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, gonna be late, gonna be late!" he exclaimed to himself.

Starting to run faster after eating his last piece of toast he bound down the street towards his school. Maybe I can clear things up today with her. I'll set things right for sure this time. Before Axel cut a corner that would have led him to the entrance to his school, a peculiar navy colored light emanated from the alleyway beside him.

Screeching to a halt the teen tilted his head sideways and looked around before heading down the alleyway. Walking cautiously up to the lights source he peered around to see if anyone was around. As he approached the light it suddenly engulfed him and he couldn't move. Everything went white afterwards.