The start of another end to a story, I hope I actually start this one. Been having trouble writing lately, just don't want to or if I do I get caught up in games.
Trying to get back into ranked league as well, if you play hit me up. I'm mostly a support but can play any lane, Leona is my girl.
I don't own League of legends but the characters I make I have own and if you want to know more about any of the characters in any of my stories then just as. I'll tell you and you can use them.
"The time has come."
The markets of Zaun are always crowded. People searching for objects and items to make life easier in this crazy city. Experimental hextech devices being sold by not so moral groups to the young and stupid. Even less moral groups of thugs are scattered all around ready to take what you have. Large scale oil spills and gas leaks are the norm and should be expected here. I understand this like any other resident in Zaun.
My name is Ekko, boy genius who makes a living around Zaun. What makes me a genius? My Zero-Drive one of my own invention that's one of a kind. It allows travel in time, going back or forward which comes pretty handy. Getting me out of bad situations before they even happen, even helped me cheat on a test once.
Back to the start of my issue. I was having trouble improving my invention. It isn't anything new, every scientist gets stumped. Vicktor and Heimerdinger would both agree, if it was easy improving an invention then it would already have been built with it. That is what trouble is, problems with even tougher equations. Trying to figure a way to boost my Z-Drive has to be the hardest thing to do for me. I can't ask others to help or risk having it stolen. No other person can travel through time like I can. All except…
Zilean.
The rarest one to see around the League that wont try and ripe my throat out came to see me one day. He talked me through the equations I was having trouble with and helped improve them. I haven't been able to test it out just yet because he asked a favor from me. He said something like "Only you can do it" and I was all for it. He's saved my life plenty of times in previous matches and helped with improving my Z-drive. I mean time is kind of his thing, if his math does check out then I'll own him more than just a frame.
He wants a robot frame that was in Zaun, he was oddly specific about the frame. Those aren't even that rare but he wanted that exact one. He wrote the time and place to find it and was willing to compensate for the cost of it.
Back to Zaun, a place where I grow up, the slums. The piece of paper said 13:54 Zaun market under a red cloth with a loud man with two mechanical arms. More detailed than I thought. I was running a few minutes late avoiding a mech-horse collide into a building, a pipe burst almost burning me and jumped over an oil spill that was being cleaned up.
"Hey pops, I need a robot skeleton I know you have one." I found the shop easily he was the only one around described like the paper.
"All out kid, last one was just sold a minute ago or so." He sat down at the counter of his small store with trinkets. "Come back next week I might have one." He said turning towards a customer that walked by.
"But I need the one from here." I shoved myself between the two. "Who did you sell it to?"
"Kid look, you either buy something or leave. I'm not telling you where they went so face it. You're too late." His words rang in my ear I was only a few minutes late and I couldn't do anything about it.
"Wait a second." I said out loud. "I'm Ekko, the boy who shattered time."
"And I'm Greg, the shopkeeper."
Ignoring him. "If I can't get it now maybe I can in the past." I gripped my Z-Drive and pulled the cord hard, starting it like an out of date lawnmower. I haven't tested it yet but now is good enough then any.
Time rewound in a heartbeat watching everything I just previously done go by and there I stood in the streets or Zaun. Checking my watch I had gone back a whole five minutes. A great improvement from before, thanks again Zilean, if I run now I'll make it.
Running the way I went before I would make it to the side of the market with time to spare. Dodging people left and right was too easy. The roar of an engine came to life close to me as a speeding mechanical horse rushed me. I was hit away thankfully not stampede over. Moving now hurt but I still moved to get what Zilean asked of me, ignoring the people trying to help using a pipe as support. The bursting of the pipe burned my hand as I fell over. I wasn't going to make it at this pace. Gripping the dial on the now burned arm I turned it feeling everything rewind again.
Standing again where I was before, I wasn't sore and my hand didn't burn. Even my injures where healed! Zilean I owe you so much more than I thought. Racing off again into the crowd. Rolling out of the way from the rampaging metal horse. Pass where I was burned I remember a oil spill happened next that I needed to avoid.
Close to the area a group of people were harassing a shopkeeper probably how the spill happened. Running by I stopped pulled out my watch, I still had four minutes before I need to arrive. Looking back at thugs again.
"Dang it." I said rushing to them. "Bashing one in the head with my hextech bat. It was augmented to my Z-Drive and after a few swings with it it speeds up my own time. In other words makes me faster.
"No low trash thug is going to harass someone in my town." The two turned one with a pipe and another with a blade.
Dodging a swing from the pipe and another before rolling pass him and striking his friend in the gut. Before uppercutting him. "Get some." I yelled while doing it.
"You'll pay for that." The man said before I hit him again with my bat. Activating my speed up, dodging the pipe swing from behind. I got behind him and I clocked him in the back of the head. Knocking him out causing him to land on his beaten friend. The shop lady thanked me as I ran off.
"Hey pops, I need a robot skeleton I know you have one." I found the shop just like last time.
"All out kid, last one was just sold a minute ago or so." He was like how he was last time and when I checked I missed the time again by a minute.
Turning the dial again. I avoided the horse, missed the steam, and beat the three thugs quicker then before. Making it to the shop exactly when I was suppose to.
"Last skeleton, going half off!" I head the shopkeeper yell. " Hey you with both your arms."
"I'll take It." Before he could finish I stepped in front of him. I was a little winded from the run but relieved that I made it. "Half off right?"
Paying for it and slinging it over my shoulders. "Thanks Greg." I said before heading back into the streets of Zaun. I still need to give Zilean what he asked for.
"How do you know my name?" He asked as Ekko walked off.
The library of the Grand General was small compared to the spacious others rooms in the castle. A place for only himself away from all else. He can relax here to read or write while drinking his wine. A single red velvet chair in front of a lit fireplace keeping the room warm. Normally he would be reading but every now and then he would stand and look out the only window in the small room. Looking down at the rest of Noxus a wine glass filled with his favourite red wine. He smelt it first to enjoy the aroma of the wine. "The Screaming Raven aged over 30 years with 10% to the dot." He said aloud. "Care for a glass?" He said as he turned.
"I would have to decline alcohol doesn't go well with my old body." Someone answered sitting in his chair.
"Look at me I'm pretty much an old man myself." He said back holding an extra glass.
"Haha. I am much older then you child." The man sitting in the red chair said a slight chuckle from the joke. "Hope you don't mind my back has been killing me lately."
"Its fine, but Zilean why have you come here? Have you came to relay another attack Demacia has planed or to just chit chat?"
The oldest in the room Zilean thought about upcoming invasions and battles. Looking into the possible futures attacks to come. He stroked his long white beard. "Nothing of the sort, Demacia is pretty passive at the moment and Noxus might be the cause of it, but Swain I actually came to ask a favor."
The Grand General Jericho Swain, The Master Tactician was taken by surprise. A man who rose to power with his mind and magic unlike many others who were the biggest or hit the hardest. A few slit throats and Swain was the ruler of his own nation. A man not easy to surprise. "What could you possibly need?"
The Chronomage laughed at Swain in delight. A mage who can control time, he knew what will happen before anyone else. He can mold and change things as he needs them. "Easy child it's nothing major. I simply ask for your best steel, and I mean your absolute best."
Swain thought about this simple request. Why ask me? Surely he could have gone anywhere to got some steel. "Why?"
"Sorry friend but I can't tell you just yet, not the current time to know. It's nothing to worry about, just instructions and guidelines to follow." He sighed softly as well as to caught his breath. "Everyone knows Noxus steel is the best in the world and what I'm creating requires only the best."
Swain let out soft giggle from the alcohol. "I can't so no to an old friend, were would I be without you?"
Zilean thought of the many possibilities that could have happened to his acquaintance. From the possibilities of being born to a girl, not having magic or dying growing up in this hellhole of a city, Zilean would never tell him the many choices he could have had in life, most people don't.
The old raven turn away from his friend to look out the window again. "A simple task as this is almost to easy. With how much you have helped Noxus defend it's walls. Secret missions discovered and protected. I'll have it gathered by the rising of the sun. Worry not old friend." With no replay he knew the time mage had left possibly already in the future.
"Why accept such a task?" A new feminine voice said as the fireplace flickered to stay lit.
"Because I owe him a great deal LeBlanc more than I care to admit." Swain said not even turning towards her. "Now I want you to get General Darius to collect available steel. The best of the best any less will be punished."
LeBlanc scuffed at his command, she was the secret ruler of Noxus long before Swain. She will be when he's gone with the help of her secret order called the Black Rose. "I'm not some lacky for you to order around."
"No, but the reason I haven't killed you yet is because you still have use for me. So go be useful and gather Darius." Sipping the glass in his hand. He knew she was fighting against wanting to attack, a smirk on his lips. The reflection on the glass showed she was upset.
"And how much should be collected, Grand General?" She asked with attitude annoying Swain.
Finishing off the glass in his hand. "All of it. He'll take what's needed." After hearing no reply back he turned to see no one else in his study. So much for his alone time. He walked over to the wine cart and poured another drink.
Darius, The Hand Of Noxus, a brute if you ever saw one. Towering over with his height of 6'5 and wide shoulders, bulky arms, and a scar that could intimidate beasts. While he worked he wore his shined heavy armor, made to match his intimidation features. Black plated armor covered him with spiked shoulder guards. But while on this streets he wore more humble clothes, hidden in the crowd like any other citizen.
Tasked with secretary obtaining a large amount of metal for an unknown reason. Swain was most vague on his reasons why. Still Darius left, he saw no reason to question the ruler yet. Should he show weakness Darius would simply cut him down like the many during war.
He knew just the place, a secret to most. A blacksmith that deals with unnatural metals and ore.
Entering the shop in an alleyway, stairs heading downward he was at a bar. No one else was at the bar besides the bartender who nodded at Darius. He nodded back. Heading to the rear of the bar stairs going down again. "Gull. Are you there?"
"Ohyessire. WhatcanIhelpyouwithGeneral?" He spoke too fast, no pause between words and everyone hated him for it. He lost his normal speech when he was struck by a mace in the throat. Just another victim of wa, another confrontation again Demacia. He was released from the army when his captain tried to kill him.
"I need your best. Try not to talk too much." Darius was already through with Gull. Like many other who talk with him for a long time this human-robotic voice just sounded too fast and annoying . His customers never come back.
"Igotjustwhatyouneed, inanabandonedcaveinShurimaIfoundperfectore. StrangecreatureswhereinthewaybutIgotwhatIneeded." Replacing his throat was a box that spoke for him.
"Shut Up!" Darius yelled in anger, migraines were already setting in. "I'll take all of the ore you have of this mineral.
Laying the sack of gold of the table, take what you need. I'll wait outside." WIth his business finished Darius left to get a drink from the bar.
"I'llhaveitreadyinamoment. Golems!" He yelled farther into his shop of random metals.
In the mountain tops, the heart of Freljord lives the secluded Smith God Ornn. Living in the heart of his own mountain, was an active ok where he forges away making what he pleases.
In the past he has gotten visitors, asking there quality of work or to ask him to forge for them. A door, a cage, and weapons. He hated having visitors more than anything. Wishing only to be alone he installed the door like no other. In the cave entrance similar to the one he had made before to the cheating troll. The door knows it's maker and will only open for him.
He hated visitors worse were those who came announce.
"Go away." He says without looking up from his work.
An old man was now in forge bring the cold from the outside in he trapped inside me to feel like you're inside an actual fire the red Goat demigod said at the end though hammering away at it here. You notice the change of air and the cool them off me and brought
"I'm sorry to come announced but the door just wouldn't let me in, no matter how much I asked." Zilean said a respectful distance away not wanting to make the smith god more angry. "I need help with a project i'm working on something only you can do."
Ornn grunted. "Who doesn't want my work is one of the finest. Now leave."
"I'll pay you for your services like no one has done before." Zilean said bargaining.
"I have no need for mortal currency." Ornn said "I've got more gold in this mountain the coins scattered across the overland."
"I'll take your word for it. I know you want something though. Something that was taken by that wild brother of yours." An ear of Ornn flickered for a second. Zilean knew his brother was his only weakness. "He stole from you in the past and I want to help you get it back."
"How do you know if this? I've never told anyone." Ornn said looking upset. "My secret are mine to tell."
"And you have told me, you have my word." Zilean said placing his hand over his heart. "Now what did he take from you?"
Ornn huffed in response, not like the word play one bit. "Back when I still living in the realm of the Gods, when I still liked a the few of my siblings. Forging everyday was my life. Is my life. But my brother barged, wrecked up my shop and stole from me. He stole my bracelet I made for mother, The Mother Of All."
Zilean's eyes grew large in terror, little did he know of The Mother Of All. The story he had heard from in the past said she gave birth to the first Gods and demigods.
"He gained her favour because of my gift. His gain lead to my hatred for him." He sounded angry, slamming his hammer into the ground cracks formed from the impact. What's done is done now. I'll always hate him because of that."
"Than I have an opportunity you should not refuse." Zilean spoke with a smile on his face. "I happen to be a chronomage. A time traveler if you will."
Ornn bellowed in laughter. "You're a funny man mortal, few have made me laugh like you did. How about you stay here and make jokes instead." He mocked the old looking man.
"How do you think I got in here?" Zilean asked. "Surely your door is it made with a flaw."
Ornn stopped, his look was deadly. Few have lived after making fun of this work. "Your jokes are no longer funny. Are you looking to get me upset?"
"I'm not nor I am not laughing." Zilean flouted closer his time magic coursing through his fingertips. "If I'm unable to return your gift back than I'll never return, but when I…" He was cut off by Ornn.
"I'll make you anything you want." He stopped smiting and stood towering over Zilean who floated in the air a few feet. Time magic was something Ornn has seen before and needs no more proof. But the deed still needs to be done. "I invoke the Trial Of Fire." Fire caked the both of them with an overwhelming heat all over their body. Ornn ignored it while Zilean struggled to protect himself. "Should you fail your task and return you will burn to death. No amount of time will save you. Now should you complete me your task and I refuse to do so than the fire I will return to. Now off you go." Ornn finishing and returned back to smithing annoying a panting Zilean.
Zilean left, returned to a world between time, an endless stream of white with nothing inside of it. Powerful magic was cast on him like an enchantment that acts as a curse that's much harder to break. He heard Ornn could use magic like most other gods but didn't expect him to be so strong.
Zilean wasn't told the exact time the bracelet was stolen, keeping track of time probably wasn't a thing back then. "So I'll start from the beginning." He said viewing the beginning again a span of an unknown time he relieved to the point in time where Volibear stole the bracelet from Ornn. He knew the time and like opening a door, a time slip was created to the time he wished to go.
The realm of the Gods. A forbidden place for mortals, but that's in the future. The old humans the Gods viewed actually enjoyed their prayers and gifts. Many would make appearances and perform small miracles or grant powers to their followers. Zilean didn't want to be kind anyway, Gods are known for the wrath and smites. He didn't want to fight his way out unless he had to.
Flying through the halls, he already saw where he needed to go. Turning a corner he saw Volibear. Hurrying back around the corner he noticed that Volibear was much smaller not the hulking bear he has known to hate but a 3 ft tall cub. "They were children?" Even Zilean didn't guess that. Checking around the corner again, the bear was looked around to see if anyone else was watching before entering a room.
Loud noises came soon after, with breaking and growling. "Don't touch that!" A yell was heard in the form of a small child, a mix of a human and goat. Volibear busted out the door, singed fur while holding a bracelet triumphantly. He ran away on all fours with the small Ornn right behind. Zilean almost couldn't believe his eyes.
As children! Zilean thought surprised, Volibear stole from Ornn. That's why he hated his brother so much, Zilean could have busted a gut holding in the laughter. He followed holding back. He needed to give that bracelet back to the young smith god.
He followed them both and was only able to see them turn right at the last second. Continuing to pursue, he again was only to catch the end of them turning the corner. Moving his own time faster to catch up it happened again turning right I guess keep it around the corner to see the same thing repeat again. Turning to the right he knew now that he was stuck in a time loop.
Zilean tested the time loop with his own magic, nothing he couldn't break. It was just something to catch his attention. A door to his right opened up with the same light as a time slip. A constellation of lights circling a void background.
He was in a normal looking room riddled with strange objects. With an odd looking bed and a wooden dresser. The bed frame was unlike any other he had seen before on the bed was a dark blue blanket and a long pillow with a person on it. A window closed but still shown the empty of space outside. Stange spinning device attached to the ceiling moving and circulating the air in the room. The strange machine unlike hextex with a person sitting in front of it. Thin with many moving pictures and colors. He ignored Zilean till in big words, "Victory", was on his screen.
"Hey Zilean right?" He asked turning to look at his guest. "Name's Ablethov Curmerty Rundeanth the 18th but in the future I go by Steve."
"I've never heard of you but yes I am Zilean." The old man introduced himself at a slight bow. "Might I ask why you have trapped me in a time loop?
"Don't be so formal with me." He took off his glasses to clean them. His eyes were that of two clocks taking away, long silver hair went all the way down to his lower back that looked completely unwashed. His clothes were strange to Zilean, long blue jeans and a plain white shirt with an unbuttoned plaid overshirt. He places his glasses back on, they look to be too big. "I am the God Of Time you see."
Zilean froze he never heard of a God of Time before, but could believe that they was one in this world.
"Don't freak out, I just wanted to know why you came here. Also to give you a little advice about the future."
"Well Steve, I made a promise to Ornn in the future that I would help him by return his gift to the Mother Of All." Zilean didn't like saying their names, names hold power.
Steve looked surprised. "And here I thought you came to kill one of my siblings." He laughed like he just told a joke. "Well that fine than, I've kept them in a time loop as well." The window showed the two younger gods running, the bear leading with the tiny goat following.
"If that's all you come to do than you may leave." He turned back to his device, pressing a few buttons and putting on headgear. Zilean headed towards the door slowly, turning to finally leave. The door slammed on his face before he could leave. "My advice is to stop what you're doing. Time will still end and we can't do anything about it. I've tried already." He said sternly the voice of a sad God.
Steve had seen the end the same as Zilean and nothing they could do could stop it. Looking now the God had given up. "I have to." Zilean said. "The time has come."
This took me awhile to make and I still need to finish it. I'm really liking the potential that this story has and I'm hoping for feedback for anyone who reads this. I'll be very hands on with any who wants to talk.
I honestly love talking about Gods and strange powers, like the main character in this one as well as many I've planned out.
I'm still working on the next parts, I plan to having the building done throughout a few chapters.
Try guessing what's being built. Powers? Looks? Personality? How about everyone involved in the making of him, I'll give a prize of you do.