Chapter 1
Peace.
Peace had reigned over Valoran for many years now, it was a rare sight for the country which had based itself on conflict for many years, it was coming close to destroying itself in conflict but an Institute came to stop all of this, to bring peace to the country. They created The League of Legends, a simple idea that took a lot of negotiating to make work but it was an idea so ludicrous and ridiculous it had to work, instead of the states of Valroan being divided by conflict they were now joined in it, old enemies now friends on the Field of Battle, friends now enemies. It's effects were astounding stopping practically all conflict in Valoran. Whilst open hostilities were kept quiet there were still groups who terrorized others but they were more easily put down as the states now worked together to take them down instead of fighting each other to do so.
Many thought that this peace would last forever, sceptics believed it would be short lived but the majority simply enjoyed this peace however long it lasted. However some said war was on the horizon, talking of raids on the smaller towns and settlements even hitting some of the larger towns. They spoke of 10 foot high beasts that chomped people whole and then disappeared in an instant. These were just passed off as stories trying to stir something up between the major states. No one actually believed this. It was impossible. Wasn't it?
It was a fine morning in Bandle City, the season had just finished at the League so all of the Champions were now at their home and back to working their normal lives. Teemo was out scouting in the forest surrounding Bandle City, Tristiana performing drills down at the barracks and Ziggs oddly enough found himself down at the forge. He was working on a new type of exterior for his Hexsplosives, if he perfected it he believed he could have the prize he had always been working towards, a perfect bomb. However it felt far from perfect, to anyone else it would have seemed a massive improvement on his older bombs, the new metal Ziggs was using was so light that he could throw the bomb further than ever before, and something else about the metal seemed to make the explosion more powerful than it ever had been. But to Ziggs something didn't feel right, he felt like the metal wasn't at its maximum potential, like there was something it was hiding and if anyone was up to the task to unleashing it it was none other than the Hexsplosives Expert himself.
Wearing the mile wide grin he always had Ziggs slapped on his goggles and got to work. Watching Ziggs work on his hexsplosives was like watching an artist or a dancer. It was quite a spectacle to watch, even in the organised chaos that was his workplace he always knew exactly what he needed and where it was. All whilst muttering to himself about the dimensions and compounds and other words that only Heimerdinger could decipher. No one dared to disturb him, even if it was urgent. However one day one thing dared to disturb him, the thing that everyone declared impossible.
The war siren had sounded.
War