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Revamped.

Prologue and Introduction to the main characters.

Notice: The introduction to the characters are in first person view, but afterwards the story will be in third person.

Ekko's POV

You know, People always beg for more time. More years in their lives, more days in their years, more hours in their days.

They beg for it. They bargain with it. They don't deserve it.

All that time they spent wasting their lives away and now they beg for more?

What were they doing when they lounged around, aimlessly chatting with others?

Nothing.

What were they doing when the teacher was scribbling words on the chalkboard but they chose to waste the opportunities given to them?

Nothing.

What were they doing when death and poverty come to take the people around them?

Nothing.

And they have the audaciousness to look for time? To ask for redos? No. They don't deserve any time, not even the smallest second.

That's what the Piltover people are.

They walk over us Zaunites because they were born wealthy, or they were born with nobility. They forget that, even if they rule this nation, we are the ones who created. We made their hextech, their money, we gave them their title as the city of progress.

Then when they forget the fact they're just mortal, equal to all in death, they search everywhere for more time. Zilean is basically out of touch, so they search here in Zaun. But all that wealth they were just granted at birth can't buy them their life, all that royalty won't get them off of Death's list, and all that time they spent wasting is nonrefundable.

I've seen the hard work my parents do at a factory all just to bring food home every night. Sometimes I'm the only one who gets to eat.

And you know how the boss, whom of course lives at Piltover, treats them? Like trash that don't deserve a paycheck. Because the police force in Piltover only protect the people in Piltover.

They wish a happy life for me, as they believe I am a bright student with a future to Piltover. No way in hell am I going to Piltover and become a useless fat fuck like the rest of them.

I'm going to reshape Zaun. I will bring a brighter tomorrow so that future generations of Zaun don't have to deal with the pollution that the Piltover dumped on us, so that they don't grow up believing they are inferior to others just because of social status, so that they can be proud to be born in the streets of Zaun.

After all, if I can change the past, an act that the most skilled mages cannot do, how hard can it be to change the future that anyone can change?

Azir's POV.

They say what comes to rise will come to fall. Shurima was no different. Sitting at the pinnacle of power in all of Runeterra, Shurima had washed the entire continent with sand. No one dared to challenge the might Shurima held. I was the emperor, and I was the one who led the country to its greatness.

But I was betrayed by my sworn brother. Xerath had interrupted my ascension and killed me and the rest of the royal in cold blood. Shurima, the empire of Runeterra, was no more. What I had thought was a throne of diamonds and gold was just a throne of glass and sand. The ashes of my empire was indistinguishable from the sand beneath our feet.

What comes to rise will fall? That is true. But that means there is no fall until something rises. And I have risen. Not enough to fall yet, but I will continue to rise.

Shurima, your emperor has returned.

Xerath's POV

Every story needs a villain. I am that villain. I have betrayed my empire and the brother I loved so heavily. Do I have regrets? Yes. Yes I do. Do you think I enjoyed seeing my brother be blown to ashes? Do you think I enjoyed watching the empire I built brick by brick alongside my only family member crumble? I shed more tears on that day than the blood I spilled throughout all my life.

But I fear more of the regret I would feel if I had not done such things. I have no sympathy for a nation built on slavery, on social status. Sure Azir may have freed the slaves, but he did it too late. It was too late, my brother. Now all that millenial of thinking in the prison has led me to pursuit a new dream. I will now no longer accept just freedom, but equality.

As I float towards a gate of a country called Noxus with my companion, Renekton and the one who leads us here, Cassiopeia. 2 guards covered in a multitude of animal skins stop me. They seem unfazed that I am pure arcane energy trapped in a prison, but then again,they are probably used to seeing some strange beings from the exports of Zaun. "We are here to meet Ssssswain." Cassiopeia slithered. They nodded, took a step back, and let us. I admire their lack of fear.

Noxus is a dirty place built on cruelty... but everything is fair here. As long as you have will, you can climb the ladders. Strength is the only thing that matters there. Unlike Demacia, a monarch built on birthright and on your will to die for nation rather than your will to live. They were no more than brainless ants serving their queen. Just like Shurima...

Azir. I know you are back now, but let me warn you. It is not the dawn you see, but a sunset.

Zed's POV

Zed's POV

Balance means more than just light. It means that darkness must exist in this world. I never really understood that until the day my old master invited me destroy the box I stole forbidden techniques from. My master was the leader of an order that bring security and safety to the residents in Ionia...but he was also the master of an organization that was responsible for 90% of all murders and crimes in Ionia. All for the sake of balance. He then asked me to be the new leader of it. The disgust and betrayal I felt towards that man overcame my self control, and so out of pure emotion, I killed him. Shen. Do you know this?

I stop my meditation as the sound of a sweet flute melody fills my ears. That reminded me of something I needed to do, and so I walked towards the room the music was flowing from.

"Yasuo. When do you plan to depart?"

Yasuo opened his eyes, stopped playing and looked up at me.

"Zed. I thank you for allowing me to hide here, I am in your debt. I plan to leave for Zaun tomorrow morning... My pupil has reported hearing Riven's name somewhere there. Riven is probably searching for Singed."

Yasuo and I have the opposite childhoods. He was framed for killing his master while I would've loved if someone else killed mine. Even so, we both knew the pain of betrayal, and so we got along nicely.

I lean my back against the wall. "Do you plan to forgive her?" I ask. Yasuo looked down at his blade and his sheath. "I... will find my answer when I meet her."

I nodded. This was a personal matter, I should not prod any further. "Yasuo, I plan to accompany you. To Zaun."

He looked up questionably. "Zed, you've already done so much for me, there is no need to-"

I cut him off. "This is not for your sake. There is someone there I must speak to."

Yasuo paused. "You...aren't possibly thinking of joining forces with Viktor, are you?"

It is my turn to look at the blades on my arm. Hmmm...one end is dull. I will sharpen it later.

"I... will find my answer when I meet him."

Yasuo chuckled. "Nice dodge."

After a couple jokes and laughs I leave the room to find Kayn and Syndra. "Kayn." I say to Kayn, who stopped his training immediately and bowed.

"I want you to watch the Order of Shadow while I am gone. I trust you will not do anything rash." Kayn nodded eagerly, the possibility of proving himself to be worth of the next leader was all he could ask for.

" Syndra. I want you to-" "Don't order me around like I'm apart of your cringe gang, edgelord." She replied, harshly. "I'm going too. You think it's fun just tossing your disciples around all day?" And that was that.

Veigar's POV

People fear me for being the strongest dark mage in Runeterra. Stories and rumours have been passed around about me and how I seek to rule the world one day.

And it's 100% true. I will gather as much power as possible in the world so that it may be mine, and when it becomes mine, I will end tragedy, murder, abuse, torture. So that no one will have to go through the same pain the Noxians forced on me.

There are 5 magics that currently exist. Dark and void magic which focuses on distortion of space, arcane magic which is known for its pure destruction capabilities, the elemental magics(more than just fire, water, air and earth) that focus on the mastery of an element of nature, the time magic which only one known person can control, and illusion magic, which includes the ability to shapeshift and clone.

"Veigarrr, Veigarrrr, wake uppppp! Play with me!" Lulu was shaking me.

"Go away" I muffled. Ever since I walked through the forests of Kumungu, this yordle has been following me. It seems she accidentally casted illusion magic on herself and lived the past few years stuck in a trance. So her childlike nature is there despite having fully matured as a yordle. Also, SHE'S SO FUCKING ANNOYING. WHY CAN'T I HAVE AN EDGY AND DARK INTRO LIKE THE REST OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS? I USE DARK MAGIC FFS. I DON'T WANT TO BE THE COMEDIC CHARA-

Authors note: Please excuse Veigar for a second while I fix his character.

I'm currently making my way back to Bandle city from the Shuriman Desert where I have found many artifacts to further my knowledge of Dark magic. I haven't been back to that place since for 5 years, and now I am 19. Whether they will welcome me with open arms or cast me as an outsider, I will figure out when I get there.

Aurelian Sol's POV

Aurelion Sol's POV

Fear. A word I do not feel nor understand, and nor should I ever. As the God of all stars, all look up to me. At leasts thats how it should be. Ever since Targon has forced upon a crown on me, I have become powerless, smaller, and weaker version of my old grand self and now linked to this mortal realm. I long for the days I roamed freely with the stars.

Its ironic, they pray to me everyday but keep me imprisoned. They keep me high up in the sky, above the clouds. They pray to me for everything, money, victory, power, and I have no choice but to comply with the best of my now-reduced power. For the past 500 years, I have gotten used to my imprisonment and the constant demand of these greedy Targon's. But something is shifting now. Out there, someplace, something is cracking. I do not like it. I believe it's called...Fear.

As I look out the only hole in my cage into the distant night where the stars do not grant their light upon, I feel a strange shattered presence of time unrelated to Zilean somewhere near a place mortals call ...Zaun? It's that kid again. Bard should've dealt with him already... but where is he? I feel a shudder of fear. Something is not right. Where is Bard? The jingle of his bells and meeps should be clear and clattering the sky, but it's deathly silent right now. Unless the void...? No. It shouldn't be possible... but then again I am no longer there to support Bard. It's a possibility.

I must escape. I must gather the other gods. The seven darkins, the ascended , the fire born, the mistborn, the demigods, the most powerful mages, and the timekeeper at Piltover. Aatrox, Rhaast, Varus, 4 missing others, Nasus, Renekton, Xerath, Lissandra, Brand, Ornn, Volibear, Ryze, and Zilean. I know they are not the best of friends, but this is no time for personal squabbles. I have heard of an entity named Kindred, but only those on the brink of death meet her so her existence is questionable. There was supposed to be an ascended named Azir who definitely would've helped me but he is gone now.

I must hurry and escape. Bard is gone. I am next.

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This is the link to the map I base this story off of.