Hello, my name is Yuji and this is my first Fanfiction. I decided to write about an OC character I designed myself, and their joining of the League of Legends, one of my favourite video games and source of inspiration while writing. The first chapter is what I would imagine their lore entry would be like, and so it written in first person. If I get enough positive response my next chapter will be a bit more descriptive with the story as a whole switching between first and third person.
Please give it a read and let me know what you think.
I don't own anything to do with League of Legends, all Characters and Places belong to Riot Games and these are just my interpretations on the Characters and their Lores.
Chapter 1: A Sword without Purpose
How long has it been? Days? Months maybe…Years?
I walk, alone through a broken sky, did you not once shine so bright above me?
I see it.
In front of me a man stands, sword in hand. He cries, shouts, his words mean nothing to me. It is too long since any words have had meaning.
He charges.
They're all the same. He is not the first, certainly not the last. His strike is swift and fast.
Not fast enough.
The shower of crimson above him marks his end. I don't even turn, there is no need, he has but seconds left to live. A challenge? That above all else has lost meaning.
How did I get here?
The scenery changes, has the time changed also? Another field, another sky, another man.
Nothing has changed.
Steel crashes, shouts of anguish and disappear, three…four bodies? No there are more beyond.
All dead.
Numbers mean nothing, nobody counts the deeds of the dead. Move on. Keep going. Keep fighting.
Keep killing.
This place is different. Crimson gates surround me. Trees in full bloom, nothing but the sound of the wind.
So calm.
A man stands here with me. He is like me. We look in each other's eyes. We both know.
Standing across from each other we both draw. The stance is so familiar, like reflections in a pond. He strikes first, a slash of crimson before my eyes.
Is this my blood?
Is this pain?
The shock hits me. I cannot remember the last time I was hit. He continues his assault, deep cuts dig into my flesh. I cannot hit him, he is too fast.
Is this the end?
I fall to my knees, he stands above me triumphant. Words leave his mouth, I'm sure they mean the world to him but to me they are just noise.
Is this the challenge I needed?
Is this the end?
No… I must, must…
I get to my feet. My vision is blurry. He smiles. More words. He is strong. I feel it.
I need this.
I charge. He barely has time to block.
This is why I fight.
The next attack shatters his blade.
This is what I need.
My blade cuts through him, the arrogant smile replaced by utter shock and fear.
This is what I live for.
He falls but my blade won't let him. I continue to cut, hack slash. The joy of bloodshed.
THIS IS ME.
He falls, the once clam area is stained red, the Crimson gates covered in their latest coat of paint.
This isn't enough.
I need more… I must find more…
The thrill fades, I wander again.
How long has it been?