Chapter One: War
It has been one week since the disband of the League of Legends and the thick heat of tension can declare war at any moment. Without the League to assist in the governance of national peace, there will be war in Valoran. The main problem is the inevitable clash between the more powerful factions. Zaun and Piltover, never the best of friends, but from an outsider's view the two aren't that different. Two forward thinking factions, Piltover, with a strong morality and aim for betterness through technology, and Zaun, which won't yield to morals and demands further exploration of science and experimentation despite all else. The bloodshed will be abhorring, neither side will back down and that is as simple as declaring war. There is far more than just that however, Freljord, a land without a crowned queen demands an unwavering leader and it will have one after the ice is stained in red. Bilgewater, Bandle City and Ionia distance themselves from the conflict at this point. The Yordles have hidden themselves, most likely in their merry utopia and recalled all Yordles, even League champion Yordles, and vanished along with their home. Bilgewater, never having law and order in the first place remains unchanged, there has always been and always will be chaos within Bilgewater and possibly it doesn't even bother to notice the conflict that will spread in Valoran. Ionia, their allegiances seemed fixed on justice and righteousness at one point but now Ionia wavers, like a bride with multiple grooms, Ionia will wait out the war and take the hand of the nation that comes out on top.
Of course, I have overlooked one enormous detail, the war that would make the conflict between Piltover and Zaun seem like a child's quarrel, the destruction that would cause enough blood to thaw Freljord and the sweet nectar of victory that will always remain intangible to both sides. That, and only that is the war worthy of being called the Final Rune War of Valoran, the war between the jingoistic Noxus and the patriotic dogs of Demacia. Right now, at this very moment, my armies are training with one common goal in each of the soldiers' heads the need to crush Demacia. The thought makes me smile, nothing would fill me with more pride than tearing my enemies down. With each swing of my axe, I can feel myself get closer to showing you the Noxian Guillotine, Garen Crownguard.
A crow swiftly circles above, the skies are perfect today. The blue sky and gray clouds roil and tackle each other in a futile attempt to claim each others' territories. With each vexing caw from the black bird that circles above it dawns on me that this irritable bird is part of the Noxian reconnaissance squadron, I am being summoned to the grand castle. As I walk towards the center of the city where the castle is located, the bird follows. Finally, I arrive at the castle. There's no fantastical drawbridge or dark thunder cloud circling it, no, this is a real castle. Chiseled stone gathered to create homely walls, banners with the Noxian insignia hung on both sides of the roadway leading up to the castle and finally, two huge pillars separated by the doorway that leads inside. The ugly black bird goes inside ahead of me, one of its feathers begins to fall off its tail and is blown in my direction. I catch the crow's feather between two fingers only to find myself a little shaken up. It is a raven's feather.