TotE Redux, Chapter 1
Alright boys and girls, I'm finally back to FanFiction! I'm gonna try and rewrite Tales of the Eclipse because honestly it's a shitty story. I seriously just put about anything down without real thoughts for the story line.

Anyhoo, now that I think I've become somewhat of a better writer I will now attempt to rewrite my most popular story, since in all honesty I had no clue where I was going with it.

Well, enjoy!

Oh, some background information about Sol. I'm changing his background so that he became a mercenary for hire, rather than just some random dude and a few other changes that will be revealed. Sol will also be older now, at age 20, and only 3 years younger than Syndra. Also, I'll make the romance less retarded as hell and funnier rather than 'oh boo hoo life sucks.'

It was a cold winter day at the Institute of War. So cold, in fact, that the Frejlordian champions shivered. A fresh white sheet of snow blanketed the streets of the Institute, the clouds of breath puffing like a swarm of smoking men.

Oh, how Syndra hated the cold.

'Why must I be the one and go out to get the groceries,' she grumbles. She and her room mates, Quinn and Irelia, had drawn sticks to see who had to get their weekly supplies from the supermarket down the street. Syndra, of course, refused to lose and snapped everyone else's stick in half and thrown one of each half away, leaving them both with ridiculously short sticks, yet still she managed to lose. 'Filthy cheaters,' she groans, shivering.

The summoners and citizens part for the beautiful albeit terrifying floating lady, fearing for their manhoods and then their lives or simply just their lives, depending on whether you were a male or female, respectively. Dressed in a thick fur coat, Syndra stood out pretty well amongst the flock of purple. 'This is retarded,' she grits her teeth.

She eventually made her way to the market and walks into the place, cherishing the warmed and heated store. 'Thank goodness for technology,' she burrs mentally before continuing on with her shopping.
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With a small poof, a figure in a crimson tee with a steel shoulder pauldron appears at the gates of the Institute of War. Wading through the ocean of purple (seriously, why so much frickin' purple?, he thinks.), the man makes his way to a large plaza in which various buildings surround the area. Locating the largest building, the guy manages to get through the doors and into the ornately decorated grand atrium. Climbing the enormous staircase, the man eventually reaches the top, marveling at the statues and artwork scattered neatly in the halls.

The figure made to grab a summoner, grasping a young woman's shoulder. "Excuse me, miss. Would you perhaps direct me to where I could apply to become a champion?" he says before flashing a nervous smile. The girl shivers and nods after a small delay, trying to take in what had just happened. "Y-yes," she says before taking his hand. "F-follow me," the nervous girl stutters. The pair traverses down a seemingly random hallway, littered with paintings and even more statues. 'These guys sure like their artwork...'

"By the way, I'm Sol," our newly introduced hero says proudly, happy to finally say his god damn name since it has never been stated yet so far. The young girl nods. "I-I'm F-Fiera. And we're here, by the way," she quickly points to an office to Sol's right. "Bye," she says in a rush, dashing away. Sol scratches his head at her strange actions before shrugging. 'Eh.' Sol knocks on the door and almost immediately, the old and ornate door swings open. An aged and wise-looking man in golden and purple robes sit in a deep leather seat, a large and beautiful oak table in front of him. Papers covered the desk, piled neatly into large stacks and filed away into various files.

"Greetings, young one. Are you here to perhaps apply for the status of a champion for the League?" his deep and powerful voice rumbles out, knowledge and wisdom seeming to pour out of his various orifices. Sol coughs, suddenly finding his own voice lacking. "Ah, yes. I'm here to try and be a champion. Is there something I need to go through, sir, other than an interview?" he asks.

The man smiles, his face crinkling up. "Yes, dear boy. You must go through certain trials that I myself am not allowed to tell you. May I perhaps get your name, occupation and a short biography?" he says, motioning to the seat in front of him and taking out parchment with a pen.

Sol nods and sits, the seat so soft that he sinks in with a comfortable *woof.* He sighs at the expensive seat and begins to speak. "My name is Sol. My surname, I'm not to sure about it but I think it was something like Istus. I was a mercenary for hire, one of the most infamous. I'm sure you've heard of me one point in time or another. You know, the 'Blue Stone Tragedy?' That was my partner, Spire, and I. Well I was born second of two children to my parents but I was chosen to bear a terrible curse: the demoness Tyal was sealed into my body, causing me to become a half-human half-incubus. When I was born, I was incredibly weak after the ritual so I instinctively siphoned life energy from the only source I had and was connected to: my mom.

"She died quickly, the boy she brought into the world of the living stealing her soul just to survive. Poetic injustice, almost," he chuckles. "Anyhoo, by this time my sister Syndra was taken from our family to be trained elsewhere. My father had attempted to kill me many many times and I eventually ran away and lived off of what I could find and what I could kill." The high summoner raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of his sister, but he didn't push it.

"I discovered my skill in killing when I was about 6. I had ran away when I was about 5 or so, so I spent a year looking for my sister. She and I were really close, ya know. Both siblings thought as abominations to mankind. Continuing on, that was when I started killin' for money. And I did it better than most people.

"I grew up doing that. And now I have a record list longer than the frickin' dictionary itself," he grins ruefully, taking a breath. "I'm here because..." he pauses to think. "Because I want to atone for my sins," he finishes with a clasp of his hand. Leaning back, he stretches his spine to yawn. "Well, what ya think?" he asks informally.

The old man smiles. "I believe you passed the first part of the test, Sol. I believe I can direct you to the second part. Oh, and just to tell you, but your sister. She is alive," he starts somewhat hesitantly, afraid to let two powerhouses collide together.

Sol stands at this, glaring at the summoner. "What." he demands. "Tell me where she is!" The summoner sighs and smiles. "All will be revealed in due time, my dear boy." Sol hisses and begins to release his anger before shaking his head violently, trying to calm himself down. 'Anger leads to destruction,' he reminds himself for the umpteenth time that week. "Alright, I guess," he sighs in defeat before sitting down in his chair once more. "Where do I need to go?"

The old man smiles. "Follow me."
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"The truest enemy lies within," he mutters. 'How quaint,' he snorts as he opens the gigantic doors. Entering the room, he heard the door close behind him as all light faded. Darkness filled everything as Sol closed his eyes. Hearing noises, he opens his eyes to reveal crimson pupils. Spire, in his full glory, was diving upon him, screaming with rage. The fleshy abomination of a man had berserk; the voidling-human bio weapon failure was attacking him.

The scene was painfully familiar. Sol summons his warblade, Eternal Ruin before quickly parrying Spire's serrated armblade. He gritted his teeth in effort, being pushed back slightly before releasing all pressure on his left foot. Spire fell forward as Sol jumps behind the monstrosity and makes to stab his former partner. "Die, you bastard!" he screams as he drives the blade into Spire's back. He roars in pain before swinging a whip fist backwards, the huge tendril of hardened flesh smashing against a dark barrier Sol erected. Pushed back again by the effort, Sol groans at the exertion. 'Damn it, need to release.' Sol teleports a large distance away before taking his blade and stabbing it into his upper hand. 'Release, first seal,' he calls mentally as his power begins to rise, multiplying upon itself.

He knew how this played out. Only releasing his first of 3 seals, Sol easily defeated Spire. This was not the case, apparently. As he finishes releasing, Spire appears in frnot of him, a huge red and black blob of energy pulsating in front of Spire as the thing melts into his giant fists. Spire smashes the ground, sending Sol flying before he could regain control of his own body. Spikes of hardened flesh erupted violently, Spire screaming in rage.

He feels himself stop flying, realizing he was now impaled on two large spikes. One was in his shoulder and another through his stomach. "Go on, Spire. Finish it. Kill me and become stronger. You win. Go back to my dad to get your filthy money, you traitorous bastard," Sol coughs, blood and spittle mixing as he could no longer control himself.

"Why do you want to join the League, Sol?" Spire's gravelly and echoing voice calling from the void of darkness, Spire's figure no longer visible. The pain began to fade as Sol smiled and laughed with some insanity. "Why did I join the League? To kill you. To destroy you, ya fuckin' son of a bitch. To make you suffer. I know you are coming for me. But I will be ready," he ends in a snarl.

With that, the shroud of darkness falls as the door opens. "Welcome to the League of Legends," a disembodied voice calling from above. Sol realizes he is now lying on the ground, perfectly intact. He stands up before punching the wall, a resounding smack echoing through the now-empty room. His bloody fist quickly heals.

And thus is the tale of how Sol Istus, brother of Syndra, joins the League.