Hey guys! This is my first league fanfic, one that have been meaning to write for awhile. I hope you would give some good constructive criticism in the comments. :3
To Love The Queen: Chapter 1
The sky was dark as a man in a cloak with a hood covering his face ran through the streets. There were fresh puddles as a result of the recent rain the city had. The man was avoiding stepping in the puddles as he did not want to trip and fall.
"Blast, I'm going to be late," he said," again," he added to himself. He was running toward a large building that was surrounded by a fence with a gate. On either side of the gate stood a large statue of a knight with a spear. He ran towards the gate but was interrupted when the statues' spears crossed in front of him.
"State your business," the statue on the left said. The one on the right was stoically silent.
"I'm here for the new summoner position that the Institute mailed me about."
"Give your papers here," the left statue said. After receiving them he checked them over he nodded to the statue on the right and moved his spear. In unison the right statue did so as well.
"You may enter," said the left statue, " however you must head straight for High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye's office. I trust you know where that is."
The man nodded and began walking through but was stopped when the right statue placed his arm in front of him. The man turned toward the statue and saw that it had also turned towards him.
"Good luck Averin Stormborne," it said in a deep gravely voice. The man nodded to the statue and continued through when it lowered its arm.
Averin walked up to the large wooden doors that marked the office of Vessaria Kolminye. He moved to knock but the doors suddenly swung open.
"Welcome Averin Stormborne, to the League of Legends," he heard behind the large desk in the office.
"I certainly feel welcomed," he said earnestly. He walked in and took a seat in front of her desk.
"We shall get you organized and have your residence prepared. I hope you have a wonderful time here," Vessaria said.
"I have to ask Councilor," he said, "why did you suddenly request my presence?"
"Because a new champion has been introduced," she said plainly, " and you shall be partnered with her."
"Her?!" he said. Usually summoners were paired with champions of the same gender so as to be more familiar with each other and to avoid awkward thoughts.
"Yes her, I hope this is not a problem," she said with an eyebrow raised.
"Of course not Councilor!" he said quickly, "who is she might I ask?"
"She is from the Void and cannot speak English. However you will be able to understand the emotions she conveys in her thoughts," Vessaria explained, "she is, of course, quite violent and not the most aesthetically pleasing, but she is very strong and overall a good match for you."
"What is her name?" he cautiously asked.
"Her name is Rek'sai and she is known as the Void Burrower."
When Vessaria said this Averin paled. He knew that name from his travels to Shurima. She was the vicious queen of the Xer'sai and killed many travelers who dared pass through her land. He had never encountered her though, and from the horrific stories he had heard, he was quite glad.
"Anyway, it is time for you to get to bed," said Vessaria, "you have to meet your partner for the rest of your life tomorrow!"
Averin lay down on his bed, thinking about what would happen tomorrow: he was going to be paired with a champion whose name brought terror into many. He didn't know whether or not he would be a successful summoner if he couldn't control her.
Putting those thoughts aside he closed his eyes and began to sleep.
He was walking towards the room that held Rek'sai, dreading the encounter about to happen. He heard slamming from the other side of the door. As the door opened all he could see was darkness until a clawed hand reaches out and grabbed him. He was pulled in and ripped to pieces.
"NOOOO!" he screamed shooting straight up in his bed. He was sweating and was out of breath. He began calming down when he realized it was only a dream. He hoped that tomorrow would not end like that. He knew that the Institute would not let him perish but he worried still. He fell asleep into a fitful dreamless sleep.