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Chapter 1: Unsummoned

It was a perfectly ordinary day on the Fields of Justice. The only thing going on was an entertainment match, for summoners and champions to practice their skills between official matches. Today's match was between the blue team of Cho' Gath, Talon, Taric, Ezreal, and Udyr against purple team's Renekton, Malzahar, Lux, Draven, and Skarner. Talon had easily overpowered Malzahar in mid, but Lux and Draven were relentlessly pushing the bottom duo to their tower. Deciding to help them while Udyr ganked Renekton top lane, he bought an Oracle's Elixir and set out towards bot lane.

Surprisingly, there were no wards. Talon thought it was odd, but he hid in the brush and waited anyway. Both Ezreal and Taric were forced to recall after a failed dive by the enemy Draven, which thankfully left him dead. As Lux returned to an area around center lane, Talon heard his summoner's voice in his head.

"Be ready to make your move" Talon nodded, bringing his blade arm up.

Something must have given him away, because at that moment Lux decided to check the brush with a ball of light. "Shit!" The summoner exclaimed in his head. "Go, now!" With that, Talon jumped directly towards Lux. But since she had seen him before his jump, a quickly conjured barrier of light protected her from his first attack.

As Talon began to stab at Lux, she started running back towards her turret. She threw random balls of light at him, but only one hit to stun him. He countered with his thrown blades until she was up against the turret.

"Wait a few seconds, then jump to her and use Shadow Assault." The summoner once again spoke in his mind. It was exactly what he had planned to do. Talon jumped again, appearing directly behind Lux. The first part went off without a hitch as a ring of blades flew out from Talon's cloak. However, a burst of green energy healed the champion and prevented the returning blades from killing her. 'Dammit' Talon thought. 'That should've killed her!' There was more swearing as a painful ball of light from the turret hit him in the back. His thoughts were interrupted by an ominous rumble.

"What was that?" he heard Lux ask, probably to her summoner. "Did you feel it too?"

Before the assassin could respond, a female voice sounded over the Rift. "Champions, seismic activity has been detected beneath Summoner's Rift. We fear there may be a large earthquake very soon. Please remain where you are so you can be recalled from the Fields."

A familiar pattern of blue rings appeared around both champions, as their summoners worked to bring them back in. Lux and Talon had immediately stopped fighting when the announcer had declared the end of the match. Now they stood no more than two feet apart, with neither acknowledging the other.

Suddenly, there was a massive tremor. Lux and Talon both struggled to keep their balance as the ground heaved beneath their feet. Trees fell, and the water in the wide but shallow river splashed in surprisingly large waves. Talon heard a creaking groan from behind him, and turned around to see what it was. The turret, weakened by the repeated attacks of minions and champions, was leaning, dangerously close to falling on them.

"Hurry, summoner. The turret is about to collapse on us. We need to get out of here or we might die." Talon didn't think the summoner would respond, after all he was concentrating on getting him to a safe place. The rings around him continued to disappear around both him and Lux.

The tower fell. Talon watched in fear as the stone structure loomed over him. In his head he counted down the seconds to when it would impact both him and Lux. They might be able to make it. He closed his eyes, hoping that they would be somewhere safe within the League when he opened them. Then the assassin felt like he was being jabbed by a thousand red hot needles all over his body. Like the normal warmth and prickling sensation that accompanied a recall, but several hundred times worse. He fainted, not realizing his opponent had done the same.

"Where is my sister?" Garen demanded from Zarroma, the lead summoner for that match.

"We don't know" he replied. "There are no bodies, no remains, and no spirit mark. She, along with Talon, is gone."

A purple robed assistant dashed up to the pair. "What do you want?" Garen asked as the youth gasped for air.

Ignoring Garen completely, he turned to Zarroma. "Summoner Gruntala has examined the magical traces at the site, sir. He thinks that the champions have been sent to another world."

"WHAT?" Garen shouted as he heard what happened. "You run back to Summoner Gruntala,and tell him that he'll find my little sister or I'll introduce him to my sword." The aide was about to run back, but Summoner Zarroma stopped him.

"You are dismissed." He said, and the aide walked down the corridor, thankful to not have any more messages to ferry between people. The summoner turned back to the Dauntless Vanguard and calmly said "We'll talk to him together. I myself am curious to learn exactly how this happened." Garen mumbled something under his breath, but followed Zarroma to the Magic Analysis room, where Summoner Gruntala was contemplating how this disaster happened.

"Summoner Gruntala, Summoner Zarroma and Champion Garen are here to see you." An aide called from the doorway of a darkened room.

"Send them in." Gruntala said, not taking his eyes off of the viewing screen that covered half the wall. The screen was currently showing the beginning of the battle between the two lost champions, the view zooming in as Talon jumped at Lux the first time.

Garen and Zarroma managed to enter the room relatively quietly, a difficult feat when you are wearing chainmail and heavy metal plates. They didn't speak until Summoner Gruntala paused the recording at the point when the turret was just starting to fall.

"This, I believe, is the cause of Talon and Lux's disappearance." He said.

"I thought you said she wasn't dead." Garen growled, angered at the thought of being deceived and especially about news of his sister's disappearance.

"For now, yes. Watch." Was the summoner's short reply. He waved a hand, causing the recording to begin again, this time at about 1/3 normal speed. The three men watched as the turret collided with the ground, inches away from Talon. Garen couldn't deny that the man had guts, there calmly while several tons of stone impacted the already shaking ground. Then there was a bright flash of light as the turret's magical gems cracked. When the flare subsided, both champions were gone.

Summoner Gruntala paused the recording again. "This energy burst from the turret disrupted the recalls, and probably sent them too far. We should be able to search nearby worlds and find them within a week."

"You'd better," Garen threatened; his voice low and menacing. "Or your blood will stain my blade."

"Of course." The Summoner stated, as if it wasn't a big deal that his life had been threatened by a large man with an even larger sword.

AN: This is my first fanfic that I actually plan on continuing, so please review. I've already got most of the plot mapped out; it'll be during the Titan's Curse. However, I am open to suggestions. PJO fans, I'll get there in the next chapter.

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It's free to play, and a lot of fun. Plus it is the most played game in the world, with 4x as many players as CoD. If you already play, my summoner name is Gruntala (and yes I did put 'myself' into the story). I also used my friend's summoner name, Zarroma.

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