A/N: Hey, GuardianOfAll here. I just wanted to get this out of the way before the actually story. If there's 'anything' I could've done better, let me know. I'm unfamiliar in using scene breaks or other incredible techniques in spicing up a story unlike many other stories I've read here on FanFiction. Let me know about any tips, tricks, or methods to help me improve.

A/N 2.0: Sorry, this is a bit more refined than what I had before. I was testing the waters and failed to properly edit. I hope to have another chapter out shortly. I'm hoping to continue these shorter chapters until I become more comfortable with extending one chapter across multiple scenes.

I also wanted to add that anyone who favorites or follows might get an update message several times a day. Well, without a Beta, and no critical revision skills, the best I can do is re-edit upon getting input from you, the readers. At least know that I tend to post a new chapter alongside these revisions, like what I hope to do with Chapter 2.

-Peace : )

Chapter 1: Pantheon

Introduction

When I first arrived here, it was to represent my people on the Fields of Justice, hosted by the League of Legends.

"The League" huh? Heh, more like a city-state with the Institute of War as its center of power. While a majority of the people who live here are Summoners, most can barely even be considered citizens. While everyone might think us Rakkorans are warmongers, at least we know discipline. There are enough Summoners living here to destroy Runeterra several times over and it's mutual destruction that makes many hold back. Just a few days ago, there was a fight between several Summoners from Noxus, Ionia, and Demacia that leveled an entire residential district. The Tribunal almost tore itself apart in the ensuing chaos. No one wanted the responsibility, and it wasn't long until everyone started pointing fingers. That is until the High Council intervened. I'll be the first to admit, there's a certain respect to be had in silencing a whole room full of veteran Summoners. Not long after the judgement from the High Council was given, dozens of Summoners simply "fixed" all the damage that was done to the whole district. Then, just like that, the matter was done and over with. It's terrifying to see something that would've obliterated half an army treated like a bad headache.

I now fully understand why the League was created. It's not just a place for replacing war. The League of Legends is an isolated world where the raw power of magic can be contained and managed. Even some of the weakest Summoners here could easily kill a normal person, not a Rakkoran obviously, but close. Thus why most who can wield magic end up coming here, to the safety of the League. Ensuring they don't wipe out a village or two by mistake. However, while most participate within the Fields of Justice; There are countless others that range from scholars seeking truth to lost souls who have no purpose.

It only seemed fitting then, that a Summoner would walk up to me one day and ask if I wanted to experience war again. His only condition was that I convince at least seven other Champions to participate.

Which brings me to my current situation. There are Summoners who replace real war with a new one entirely of their own design. "War Games" they call it. Where two or more opposing General Summoners command an army of humanoid Soldier Minions. To allow this unique variant of Minion, every ten Soldier Minions are created and commanded by a Squad Summoner. Some individual Combat Minions are even controlled by Combat Summoners, meaning they're slightly more powerful than the average Soldier Minion. Lesser Minions, or "Grunts" as most Summoners have begun calling them, are the military equivalent to the common foot-soldier. The size of these "battles" can range from a small skirmish to an all-out clash of armies. They even host "campaigns" for these events. One arrogant fool even boasted that his "Legion" could best the famed Rakkorans, my people. It was at that moment I decided I'd remind them all what real war is like.

It wasn't until long after that I realized what a fool I had been.