Hello everybody! Welcome to my first League of Legends Fanfic! Enjoy!

*Note words that are underlined are words used in our world that I'm not sure exist in the world of Runeterra*

Scyne marveled at the towering structures in the distance. He stared ahead, leaning against a railing. After finally arriving in Demacia, after days of travel on foot, he allowed himself to relax at a square he had found. It was situated near residences, away from the more crowded, loud, business filled areas of the city. Here, it was quiet and peaceful just the way Scyne preferred. It reminded him of home, in the Ionian temples where he spent his childhood and adolescence.

Before all this, not once did Scyne ever step foot out of the monastery in which he lived. Though curiosity struck him from time to time, the thought of leaving was always brushed aside. He was much too dedicated and faithful to abandon the kind monks that took him in as an infant. Besides, life in the monastery was satisfying. Every day was spent training, meditating and relaxing around his friends.

The training he was especially good at. Scyne excelled in all the arts that the monks taught to enlighten the soul, but what he really excelled in was the sword. By the time he had reached adolescence, his skills with the sword were on par with that of even his masters. Watching him fight with a sword was entertainment for the monastery's inhabitants. Most described him as a blur, reacting to openings in his opponents as fast as blinking, as if the sword and him were one. One of the elder monks, however, described his fighting like watching birds fly and fish swim. It was natural. The man was born to hold a sword. It was of no surprise to anyone then, that upon reaching adulthood, no one in the entire monastery, not even the wisest and experienced of monks could defeat him in a fight.

It was not long after, that the elder monks had decided to let him leave the monastery. His skills were far too great to be kept locked in an old temple. Not only that, but the isolation made him naïve and unknown to the ways of the world. They saw it in his best interests to go out and experience the rest of Valoran for himself. Only then would he be able to reach his true potential.

It was for those reasons that Scyne was now in the capital of Demacia. After looking at a map of Valoran, he thought it would be best to visit each city-state and learn their ways. Demacia was first on the list, and so here he was.

"Mother, look!" Scyne heard a small boy from close behind cry, "the man's wearing a funny hat!" It was silent afterward as the woman pulled away her child, quietly scolding him for getting near strange men. The Natural Swordsman was still wearing some clothing from the temple. On his head, he wore a conical straw hat. His upper body wore a white kimono and leather gloves on his hands. The bottom part wore black breeches and shin high boots of similar color. The boots, gloves and breeches were bought from a merchant outside the city, out of necessity as his other articles of clothing were worn from travel.

Scyne figured that now would be a good time to move on. He wandered down the quiet roads until a crashing sound broke the silence. Instinctively, he turned in the direction of the noise, and quickly after hastened toward the source. The sounds took him out of residential streets and into a market road where a crowd was beginning to form. Three men clad in light, silver armor were yelling at a woman, likely the owner of a damaged stall to the left of them.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Scyne inquired one of the three men. With no hesitation at all, the swordsman had brushed past the crowd and was now standing directly behind the three men. The men did not think that anyone would come up to them so nonchalantly and were visibly surprised by the his appearance. They recovered quickly, however, and converged on the strangely dressed man. Scyne noticed now that the men were well dressed underneath the light armor. The air about them too was different, filled with haughtiness and pride. He did not like that.

"This lady here sold us some jewelry a couple days back," one of the men, clearly the leader of the trio began, "She claimed it came straight from Ionia, turns out though she's been selling fakes to all the good people of this neighborhood. The stuff's not even real, just cheap plastic!" The man spat out the last line and turned back to the lady who sat on the ground, back against a wall.

"Is that true?" Scyne asked the woman himself, his expression unchanging.

"I didn't know I swear I had been buying my merchandise from-"

"Enough out of you, you filthy liar!" the closest man screamed at her, this one being the shortest of the three, "I'll show you what happens to conmen like you!"

The man then unsheathed his rapier, but before he could take a step further, Scyne's own weapon, a katana, came down on his rapier and pinned it to the ground.

"What are you-!?" The man struggled to get his weapon free to no avail. As soon as he was about to give a huge tug, Scyne freed his weapon causing him to stumble into his own friends.

"You heard what we said did you not!?" the third one finally spoke, helping his friend back up onto his feet. He was clean shaven unlike the other two. "She has been scamming people, she even admitted it herself!"

"And so you punish her with death?" the swordsman retorted, sheathing his weapon.

"Of course," the leader replied. The matter-of-fact tone which he used disturbed Scyne. "Look, it is obvious that you are not from this great city-state of ours, but if there is one thing you should know about we Demacians, we do not tolerate crimes." As he said this, the leader unsheathed his rapier and walked right in front of Scyne, revealing himself to be half a head taller.

The swordsman was unfazed.

"Now, step aside."

"No."

Fiora sat idly in her carriage as it made its way back to her mansion. She he had just returned from an arena that her family owned, located in the hear of the city. Duelists from all around Valoran had challenged her to a fight. Fiora smirked.

"Duelists?" she thought, "It felt more like practice with dummies."

At the arena, she had faced 8 challengers and each one was defeated, at the same time. The Grand Duelist was famous for that. Any time someone wished to duel her, they were allowed to bring as many others as they wished. Not many take her up on that offer though there are some who look pride. The largest group that Fiora had ever defeated at one time was twenty mercenaries from Bilgewater. Some would think it impossible, but with the size of the arena and the mens' lack of skills it was just ridiculous. All the challengers were just shoving and bumping into each other. It was like stabbing fish in a barrel.

Fiora laid back into her seat, her smirk growing into a grin. She never ceased to amaze herself. No one could defeat her in a duel. Her reputation was slowly but surely being restored. Just then, the carriage came into an abrupt halt. It was not of any concern to her. In her mind it was probably just a pedestrian.

"Uh, my lady?" her servant from outside the carriage called.

"What? What is going on out there?"

"Um there seems to be a fight going on," the servant called back into the carriage, there was a pause before he continued "O-Oh my, it seems that three of your students are dueling a, uh, a strangely dressed man!"

"My," she thought, "A duel? And I was not invited? How rude. Well, we are just going to have to fix that."

So basically I'm writing this as a way to write lemons for all my favorite female champions, starting with the ones in Demacia of course. I had planned to write only one chapter for each champion so this one doesn't count for a champion. Let me know what you guys think about it! Stay tuned for the next chapter!