The Exile and The Wanderer
-Author's Notes-
Hey guys. This will be my first story and I'm not really sure how you are supposed to format things. I don't expect much attention and that's fine. I'm not sure how far I want this to go and I'm not exactly sure what I want out of this story. All I know is that I'm going to research as much as I can to be factual and interesting. So without further ado…Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Welp…Here I am. The Institute of War." Ty thought to himself. Scared, nervous, excited, and more feelings were going through his head. I mean, He was only 23. Ty was born in Ionia, a peaceful island indeed, until the Noxus Invasion. Things changed after the war, people changed. Especially Ty's path changed. After the Noxus' attack of their town, Vedris, Ty found himself sitting upon the ashes of his house…His family. He lost everything in his life, He had nowhere to go and no path to follow. Ty cried as he sat upon the ashes as his mind, and eyes faded to black, before he passed out he saw a black figure. The figure was a soldier with a large sword on its back, and as the world faded, he saw the figure about to end his life until it stopped. His life being spared once again, narrowly avoiding death…He hoped that this figure ended his misery, and pain, but it had not. Instead the figure walked in the distance and that's when he noticed…this figure was a women. He roamed Ionia without purpose. No one cared for him, and he was fine with that. The solitude. Until he heard stories from drunks at the bar of some trading town. Talking about The League and how people would go just to find purpose or merely fight for some reason. Hearing this excited Ty. For the first time of his life he might just find a way to do something without questioning why and not knowing the answer. He might find purpose.
The shudder from the cold wind woke Ty up from his internal nightmare. He stood there with a brown leather jacket with a white t-shirt and black pants. They did little to nothing to help from the wind. Realizing he was at the gate of The Institute of War, he hustled inside to finally find purpose. Inside was an awake city. Full of traders, shopkeepers, and just flat out freaks. Like the strange spider woman walking along the road looking mischievous as ever. Then he saw the summoners… Tons of them! Purple robes with golden trimmings all around. It looked badass in his eyes, and he was ready to be one of them! Tomorrow… He was suddenly tired after the long journey it took to get here. He looked thoroughly and found a decent looking hotel called, "Institutes' Hotel for Guest." "Wait…That's just a sign." He mumbled to no one in particular. Either way, he was tired, and that looked as good of a place to stop then any…
The Morning after the long journey was the worst. He woke up with his head throbbing in pain, muscles sore as ever, and eyes baggy as ever. He didn't seem to care after noticing that today was the day today was the day that he was going to finally join. Boy was he excited! He checked out of the hotel and said his farewell to the cute demacian at the desk. The cold wind hit him harder than the rock… No, literally a rock flew and hit his face… "Great." He thought to himself, "Another rock like that will surely give me a bruised eye." He wondered down the busy street, full of people looking to buy, sell, eat, drink, and more. The thought of him walking these streets alone nerved him a little, seeing how he wasn't exactly a very skilled swordsman. He could hold his own due to his strength but he lacked skill… Living in the streets wasn't exactly the best place he could be but he learned a thing or two. One thing being that you gotta look like you know how to fight, that way, you have a chance of scaring the other person off before the beat the living shit out of you. He saw many champions, unbeknownst to him though. The red haired women with a scar on her face walked by him, brushing shoulders… A common tactic to pick-pocketing people, as he did it himself many times. Ty wasn't exactly the one to yell thief or call the cops. Instead, he liked to get even… Ty turned around and checked his pockets. His bag of coins… "Piece of cake." He thought to himself with a mischievous smiled upon his face. He almost jogged his way behind the red haired women and tripped. Landing on the women he quickly gathered himself and stood up. This time with the bag of coins and a knife. She widely got up and icily looked at him. She knew what he had done. "Sorry, I slipped" Said Ty with an icy tone. "Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you are okay." Retorted with a sarcastic tone. They both stood there, almost waiting for the tension to pop like a balloon. Then the red haired women swiftly pulled out two knives and swung them at his direction. He dodged one of the knives before the other one cut a hole through his jacket. Before he could fight back, the mysterious red haired women was gone…Vanished. Ty couldn't help but notice the heavy gaze of someone. He had not known who… It was true though, this whole predicament that took place was spied on by a watchful set of eyes. Those eyes belonging to a Noxus woman. She took interest in this obvious Ionian. The Institute wasn't known for housing a lot of Ionians. It was quite rare to even see one, other than the Ionian champions. She knew that this man was going to be important. She was aware of that for sure. "He has to be a summoner" She thought to herself. "Time will tell."
-Author's Notes-
Thanks for reading this first chapter. If you guys want more then let me know. Ill probably be posting soon. Like next week probably.