What happens on the rift when the desire of a soft spoken summoner goes too far? Rating will change eventually.

I don't work for riot or own anything. This is fan-made by someone who's biggest passion is writing. I haven't written in awhile so I'm a little rusty, but please feel free to tear this to bits with your criticism (ง°̀ﾛ°́)ง

'No- yes...yes...target...hook it...there we go...yes...yes...yes!'

With an exclaim of joy, seemingly in tune with my no longer frantic thoughts, the other summoners in the room quickly moved to end the game. The opening we needed was right in front of us. A feeling of excitement coursed through me as I watched a singular picture of the newest masked champion pop into the top middle of the screen. The summoner to my left had been using a certain sadistic virtuoso, and I a sadistic chain warden. Having laned against the blonde prodigy with a dislike for maps, and the sun worshiping woman, we had our work cut out for us. Constant stuns from unwarded bushes, and combos that would lower our champions below half health five minutes in. This, mixed with before rift disagreements between other summoners in the room proved to serve us a rough early game. One rough enough to make even a new summoner cringe with humiliation and ask ''What were you doing?''. I wasn't deterred however. I'm the type of summoner to always keep my sights on late game.

'And that's led us to this victory.' Rang a smooth voice in my head, reminding me of the twenty assists I had. It had been a long game.

''PentaKill!'' Exclaimed a familiar voice JUST as the enemy teams nexus exploded in a satisfying cascade of red crystals.

I allowed my eyes to slip shut, drinking in the cheers of disbelief and shouts of words with no definition as I replayed the last kill in my head. With Jhin aiming his super rocket, and a toddler like she devil running for the safety of her spawn pad, I'd known exactly what to do. As she skipped away with two hundred hp, that god forsaken bear not far behind, I'd instructed Thresh to hook Tibbers. He'd questioned; something champions rarely do. With a firm set of thoughts and instructions, I'd led him to tug Annie's bear away just in time for Jhin to release his fourth shot. Our finish had been almost artful as Annie spun in a circle, the numbers 1200 appearing over her head before she fell to the ground, the thud in perfect tune with Sion's last hit on the enemy nexus.

'Good work Thresh.' I delivered to him via a gentle thought. If I had a chair, I'd have been leaning back in it.

He seemed to look up at me from the rift as he gave his response, his voice barely audible in my head due to the still going on screams of my fellow summoners.

'Always a pleasure...summoner.'

"VICTORY."

''Yes! Now THAT'S how you do it!''

The summoner to my right spoke, not bothering to say goodbye to their champion in the heat of victory. Two pairs of excited hands met my shoulders, congratulating me on that last hook. It was an odd feeling. One that made my face heat as I lowered my head, hoping to conceal what was already fully hidden by my purple hood. I gave a quick, "It was nothing.'', hoping to deter them before the rift faded away. Before I could hear the sound of Thresh's voice once more as we said our goodbye's.

"Are you KIDDING me? That was so...well executed.''

Before I could respond, and much to my relief, the summoners turned their attention to where it normally is after game. The bot lane marksman. They continued their assault of excited comments and with a soft sigh, I turned my attention back to the orb floating in my hands only to see it's dimmed; the rift now empty.

"And don't even get me started on that baron play!''

Irritated, I release a quiet yet sharp exhale as I make my way from the room. That'd been the last game of the day, and while it'd ended on a great note, I couldn't help the feeling of spite towards those in the room behind me as they chattered about the game.

'It comes so naturally to them. Meanwhile...there's me.'

With a wry chuckle, I walked from the room. My mind filled with thoughts of the game relatively quickly. I wondered if my performance in that game would be room for a promotion to fight along side more skilled summoners. Probably not. As I walked down the long hallway, my mind continued to wander. I could hear shouts of both happiness and anger coming from the rooms around me as the last games of the day came to a close. I pictured the rift in my head, still and empty. Both nexus's, I imagine, would be grey without light as if recently destroyed; all towers lacking in their distinct glow and the rift dark even outside the jungle, as if it's night time. Then, as he usually does, the chain warden entered my thoughts. Our coordination together in game...or horrid lack thereof when I'm distracted by him. I always wonder if he can tell what I'm thinking, even when I don't actively send my thoughts through. The thought sends a quick chill traveling up the nerves in my back.

'If he truly does hear all of my idle thoughts...'

My cheeks reddened. I concluded that I would never know unless I spoke with him and asked outright. Another wry chuckle escaped me at the impossibility. Despite this, I let my mind play with the idea of meeting the champion I liked most under the shade of a tall jungle wall; our conversation going long into the evening.

'Perhaps even a trading of personal views. But most importantly...no. That's one thought I SHOULDN'T entertain.' My thoughts continued. 'If every tom and dick could use the rift whenever they pleased...champions would never get a break. And I can only imagine how much the fox woman and maven would be summoned if we were able to conjure champions off of the rift. Even still...'

I paused, my robs billowing up a tad at the sudden stop. I turned to the left, a descending staircase not far away from me. A library waited at it's very depths.

'There must be something I can do...'