Greetings my fellow Summoners! Winter is here!... Kinda and I have time to do things now! Alright so if you saw I posted two stories, one about Kennen and Poppy and this one about Veigar and Lulu. I have little motivation to complete either at the moment so I wanted to hear the voice of the people and see which is more desired to be finished. Since we are on winter break I can write little one-shots in between typing these stories, this one is more adventure driven and the other is more driven by the romance so pick and choose and I will get to work on which ever is favored. I love you all!

It was another successful day for the League of Legends. Eighteen political disputes were resolved without any real bloodshed, three declarations of war become unnecessary, and the masses of Valoran saw their favorite champions fight and die on the fields of justice. By now, most of the champions had fallen into sleep in preparation for tomorrow's matches though a few still wondered the lifeless, stone halls. The sun was setting, lighting up the sky in a golden aura and creating the scene worthy to be painted of the Institute of War. Two figures stood on the highest watch tower of the institute; they stood as shadows among the awe-inspiring landscape.

"I did not think it could be done." One of the men said to the other. "Today is the anniversary" It almost sounded like the man was tearing up. "The fifth year of not a single war in Valoran, such peace is unheard of, even in fairy tales."

"It is something" The other remarked, less enthused.

"You are not pleased? I thought this was your dream too"

"It was. The League has performed exactly as we intended to. ``

"Something troubles you brother?"

"It's simply… Why did we create the League of Legends?"

"To bring peace to Valoran" The first man gestured to the beautiful land in front of them, illuminated by the sun's near departure. "Save lives of the innocent"

"But we have not brought peace to the land" The second man said in a calm, cool and displeased manner. "Noxus and Demacia are no longer pummeling each other, that is true, but they are far from peaceful. What if Noxus disregards our rules? What if they invade Ionia again and we're powerless to stop them?"

"But we are not powerless" The first man reminded. "We are summoners, we control seas and capture time in our fingertips, Noxus is on the sea, we are more than equipped to handle their upstarts. Not to mention most of their ranking officers are here in the Institute."

"What if another city state acts up though? What if the Yordles grow complacent or Piltover feels the need to try out some of their new toys?"

"What are you driving at?"

"The League brought about peace, but it isn't going to last"

"Says who?"

"Says history. Plenty of compromises have been reached throughout the years. The first great Rune War began because of a misunderstood compromise. We need a new plan"

"Our current plan still seems fairly effective to me"

"Look at the long term! We are only delaying the inevitable. We should hold a grand match, crown the winners Master's of Valoran, have every nation ruled under their flag."

"The cities would never stand for that"

"It doesn't matter. They pledged to our rules and they will abide by them or be destroyed."

"And bring about what? Another Rune War? Far more than a single child's life will be lost in this pursuit."

"But far more children's lives can be saved, don't you see?" He pleaded with his brother but he would not listen,

"I will not let you use your title as head summoner for this sick idea"

"I was afraid you would be short sighted" The second man placed his head into his hand and chuckled. "You always took too much after Father you know, very well, disregard my sayings."

"I will, rest now, I will see you in the morning."

"Of course brother…" The second man slinked off into the night, as the sun had now fallen well behind the hills.

Near the depths of the Institute, down the final stair case, an ominous green light was being given off, and the shadow of the most dangerous creature to ever set foot in the League was cast across the floor, manically laughing at his creation.

Veigar watched his brew slowly turn, he had been at this for some time now and was very eager to see its Completion. The sun was rising when he began his work and now stars were fully blanketed across the night sky, but it would all be worth it if this potion proved to be exactly what he needed. He stood in the Institute's study, where all the knowledge he could ask for was at his finger tips and yet, he could not get this concoction just right.

"Veigar? Veeeeiiiiiiiigaarrr!" Lulu's voice came.

"Curses," Veigar muttered to himself. Lulu's presence was a constant distraction to his experiments and she would always ruin something or other by the time she left. He watched as she rounded the corner but pretended to be focused on his work.

"Veigar!" Lulu cheered and ran to him, wrapping him in a hug that even Braum would be impressed with.

"Gah!" Veigar squealed at her bone crushing hug. "Greetings Lulu…" He said with a bitter taste.

"Veigar, have something very important to ask you!" Veigar briefly looked away from his creation to wait for Lulu's question but it did not come.

"Well?" He asked impatiently.

"Well what?"

"What's your question!"

"What question?" Lulu asked genuinely confused.

"Huh…" Veigar sighed and went back to stirring his alchemical experiment.

"What'cha doin?" She asked peering into the vat.

"I am brewing a new potion that will help me destroy Teemo! Buahahahahahahahahaha!"

"How?" Veigar did not respond at first. "pleeeeeeeeeeeeeee" He became annoyed by her noises. "aaaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeeee" she continued.

"Fine!" He silenced her. "If you must know, the idea is to form a magical shield which his poison darts will not only fail to breach, but return the darts flying away from me! Or, any spell really"

"How wonderful!" Lulu clapped for her friend's success.

"Except right now all it does is create a massive spell shield…. Repulsion is proving to be difficult." Veigar dropped his shoulders.

"Well I'm sure you'll get it, you always do" She smiled and took a seat on the ground next to him. "It looks like a big, green hot tub," she said staring into the brewing pot. "We should go swimming!"

"What?" Veigar turned to her, only to watch as her hand shoved him into the pot. It took a brief moment, but Veigar resurfaced, spitting out green liquid and more splashing about more than swimming. "Bah! Lulu! What have you done!"

"It looked like fun!"

"Then why don't you give it a try?" Veigar continue to splash a about until he successfully climbed out of the pot.

"Maybe later, I didn't bring my swim suit" She smiled plainly as Veigar bitterly dripped dry. He examined his hat and blue over coat as Lulu inadvertently leaned on his brewing pot. "You're so cute"

"Silence!" He immediately snapped back at her. "I am the master of evil and everyone knows it! It even says it on my title."

"Tiny."

"What?"

"You're the tiny, master of evil, and I think you're the cutest"

"Bah" Veigar simply waved her off. At this point, Lulu had been leaning on the pot to an excessive amount and it began to tip, ever so slightly. "Lulu! Sto-" Veigar began to say but his words failed him as Lulu lost her balance causing the pot to tip completely over, spilling its contents in a flash flood of chemicals, right onto Veigar. When the flood cleared, Veigar had remained standing, once again soaked in his hard work.

"Veigar?" Lulu appeared from behind the pot. "Are you upset?" Without a word, Veigar removed his enormous hat, squeeze the liquid out for a second and placed it back on his head, still dripping wet. "Veigar?"

"I wish to be alone." He spoke calmly, but it was still comical due to his unnaturally high voice. "Now!" He shouted and Lulu pulled her large hat down over her body; in the next instant she was gone. A full day, one full day of studies in reflection, spell shields and even a discussion with that horrible Leblanc woman. All wasted. All of it was gone. It was all for nothing! "GAH!" Veigar let out his rage and a blast of Dark Matter could be heard outside. With a heavy heart, full of rage and depression, Veigar made his way back to his room, the entire trip he muttered swear words to himself until he came to his dorm, went inside and slammed the door shut.

He removed his soaking hat, and over coat, slowly took off his metal gauntlets and shoes, and flopped into his cot. Sleep was hit or miss with Veigar, sometimes he would sleep, other times he would dream. Dream that black box where he was kept, dream about the guards constantly egging him on into madness , dream about raining dark magic upon the entire prison. Tonight, he just wanted to sleep and he quickly let his eyes shut, simply wishing the day to be over.