Prelude
The treasure was so close now; only one last long corridor was left between him and the pokal of triumph, this legendary, long lost chalice made out of blue crystal and other seldom, yet unknown elements. But it was not its materials that made it so valuable, but its magical powers. Said to grant its owner great magical power, wisdom, luck and fortune, it was sought by many people desiring it, especially the two great nations of Noxus and Demacia.
"And I will be the one finding it", Ez' thought to himself. Unlike him, who usually rather dived into old ruins and fight monsters, he had spent the last month covered in books and old documents, trying to find more leads regarding this elusive chalice. He had found the original trace of the porkal some months ago in an old ruin in the Wu jungle, after searching for anything valuable there. After some nerve-wrecking travels into almost every library and archive of the continent, he was finally able to pin point the location of the legendary item. It was hidden deep in an ancient temple, only a few miles away from the capital of Noxus.
After entering the ancient temple, he sought delved through its many floors before finally reaching the pokal, avoiding countless deadly traps, fierce golem guardians and navigating his way through a maze, which had triggered all his senses and brought him to the limit of his mind and soul.
And now finally, it was so close.
Just one last corridor stood before him. Picking up a stone, he threw it into the corridor. After a few moments in which nothing happened, he shot one of his Mystic Shots and when it again went through without problems, he nodded, satisfied.
"Now there are no more traps or the like, there is nothing left in my way. Just you wait now, you are MINE!" Grinning like a satisfied fox and feeling very happy for himself, he went out in the corridor – and stepped right onto the hidden plate.
Not having more time than to think, DAMN IT, a trapdoor on the ground opened, letting him fall down. Noticing in a split second that on the ground were razor sharp spears, which would drill more holes into you than a good Ionian cheese, he adjusted a magical rope to his amulet and fired out one of his magical shots, praying the shot with the rope would make it somehow.
Centimetres before he got pierced, Ezreal's body came to an abrupt stop. "Phew, seems like the shot made it", he said to himself. Again he hadn't thought about this, acting to rash and hasty! But then suddenly a rumbling noise came to his ears. Climbing up as fast as he could he saw that a massive stone wall was sinking down the entrance to the room of the chalice.
"Fuck", he exclaimed and then started to run as fast as he could. Seeing as he couldn't make it, he gathered his last magic and arcane shifted as far as he could and then fell down by himself, sliding down under the wall, right before it closed.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly got back on his legs and there it finally stood before him.
Mesmerized by its splendour and the magical whirls he just stood there, dumbfounded. Slowly, as if waking up after a dream, he stretched out his hand towards it, he felt something.
Like a sudden drop in the altitude of the air, a change in the surroundings. Suddenly a huge, black whirl appeared around the chalice. Ezreal immediately recognised it, for it was also the bane of his existence. A magic, similar to the summoning magic the league used to call their champions into a fight. Someone was summoning the chalice!
"No, NO, not right before my eyes!" He screamed and ran up to the chalice.
But suddenly, the magic also engulfed him and a deep, black emptiness developed before his eyes. And then, suddenly, nothing...