A/N: Hey guys! So, story writing for me, not so good so far.

A have problems writing stories, e.g. Vocabulary, so I hope this could at least help improve.

My main problem, is I don't plan.

I usually just put what I can think.

Multiple OCs here, and they are the OCs of:

Sirolol, Warweak, W1ll3r and, of course, Me

Furthermore, this may include editing the lore of some champions so if you don't want that, then may I suggest not reading this at all.

Chapter 1: Prologue (?'s P.O.V)

I remember when we were still young, shivering and staying low while the everlasting winter in the northern Freljord ravaged my home… Well, former home, and though it was as cold as being stuffed into a freezer below zero degrees, it was where I had met someone I kind of considered 'the apple of my eye'.

We both had no friends and we rarely met, sometimes not at all. I approached her one day when I needed company (My parents were out in a meeting somewhere).

"Hi, I'm Zenash." I spoke my obviously nervous words to her, but her only response was a brief look in the eye and continued staring into who knows what.

"Are you alright?" I continued. Finally, I heard her cold, somehow bitter voice.

"Besides freezing in this frozen wasteland and starving, yes."

Yeah, that was pretty much what all of us were feeling.

"Would you like some company?" I asked her, but I received no response. Sure, turn away an offer. All I did after that was wonder off into, I don't know where I was. I walked, and walked, and walked until I found some sort of cave.

'How convenient.' I thought.

Inside, it wasn't as cold, though it was still enough to make me shiver. I wondered around, nothing was inside besides a pile of bones and what looked like firewood. It must have been occupied before. I decided to tell that girl about the cave. It would have been easier to follow my own tracks if the snow hadn't covered it.

Walking was much more convenient. You don't use too much energy and you don't breathe in the snow if you pant. Trust me, it was a terrible feeling. I reached my village, the girl was like a shivering statue.

"Would you like to feel warmer?" I asked the girl in rags and depression. At least she nodded, that's good. I asked her to come follow me, which she did reluctantly. I remembered that firewood in the cave so I brought a torch. Sure, we could just use the torch to keep us warm without going to the cave. It was already done, but it was ineffective.

In the cave, we settled down while we warmed ourselves with the fire. I felt like I was being thawed from ice. I hope she does too. It was a good feeling. I noticed she took on a more joyful expression, though she looked like she was still not satisfied, and I don't think it was hunger. Even the little smile on her face didn't seem convincing.

"Sejuani…" I heard her speak. "I'm Sejuani."

I was about to respond when the winds from outside took out our only source of warmth and left us shivering again. How rude.

"It's just times like these huh?" I said to myself which was loud enough for her to hear. She slowly walked herself towards me, and I wasn't even aware before a felt arms wrapping around me.

"Thank you for attempting to warm me." She stuttered. I was about to so to her myself, but with the cold and the sudden action, I could only shut up and hug back. But not really a hug, it's just to keep us a little warmer. Or maybe it was a hug, I don't know.

Back at the village, my parents returned, saying to me that we were moving. They have been sick of living in an icy village where death and hunger were what all was there. Yeah, I guess thirteen years of cold and hunger is hard to get used to. But why only then? Why when I met a friend for the first time? We barely even had a full 10 minute talk.

I was reluctant to go, even trying to escape my parents' grasp, but it was no use. All I could do was follow and have one last look at the village. I saw Sejuani looking at me, waving with what I think was a tear on her cheek. I waved back, crying as I turn my head away. I thought it was the last I would see her, the last we were together, even if it was actually the first also.

Now I'm alone, in Piltover. My parents died of a car accident. Now I'm 20, owning my own hotel room. It was nothing much. The only thing I want to say about it is that it was like as cold as I liked it. It reminded me of Sejuani. It reminded me of my previous home. Wait, did I say I was alone? I wasn't.

I have three friends. Balthazar Anderson, or Balth. He is a guitarist. But not your average guitarist, his guitar and his singing skills were weapons. A shotgun-like guitar and rhyming magic, he was a good friend and a good support.

Leon Elsevier, a man with nothing to lose and on a search for a mystery about his bloodline. An assassin of strength and speed beyond my comprehension, you don't want to provoke him.

Zatch Litch, a shy guy with a good heart, not saying the rest of us don't have it. At first glance, he looks very timid, but once you get to know him, he's not bad. A tank with a freakin' giant hammer, please, I wouldn't stand I chance. Or at least I believe so.

And I forgot to introduce myself from the start. I'm Zennash Matulewics, Zen for short. They say I have a passive 'charm' for ladies but no, I don't like that. I keep the peace between the group, and provide the info for what we are attempting to do. I'm a mage, though I pretty much am an assassin as well.

For now, what we all do is normal everyday stuff. The others think that we should join the League of Legends. To be honest, I think joining the league would be very troublesome. However, they do have several others already in the league, and by several, I meant 123 others currently.

"I am not going back there!" I heard someone shout outside the hotel room. The door opened, revealing an angry Leon with Zatch and Balth attempting to calm him down in vain. "Caitlyn again, isn't it?" I said as if I knew what happened. Actually, I do. They have been like this the past few months since we moved in.

"So, thinking of going to the League?" Balth asked me while I looked outside the window. Yeah… I really think I should go. Besides, why not?

…

"So this is the Institute of War?" Zatch asked. It was, pretty much. We all went to look inside

(A Summoner's P.O.V.)

It was a lovely day in Valoran. And I had a good time using Talon, managing to steal the Baron's buff when we were ambushed. Ultimately, my team won that battle. One day, I was called by the 'Council', saying that there were a few who wanted to join the League of Legends. I don't know why I was called for, considering I'm just a normal summoner, but I went on ahead to take that guy for Judgement. For my case, the potential champion was said to be more of an assassin than a mage.

The Judgement

"So you are here to join the League, hm?"

"Yes… Yes, I am."

"What is your purpose of joining?"

"Umm… I am very reluctant to share…"

"It's alright…"

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I am just probing your mind."

"… For?"

"Why you wanted to join."

"…"

"…"

"Will this take long?"

"I have just finished. So, it seems you are looking for a childhood friend who, though you have only met for a day, have given you happiness during your time in the Freljord, correct?"

"I don't know how you know, but yeah."

"She's here in the League."

"Are you for real?! Is she really here?!"

"Oh yes… In fact, she was said to be one of the most powerful in the lategame."

"Wow, what lategame?"

"…"

"…"

"Let's just see if you are capable to synchronize with a summoner."

"What is a summoner?"

"They are those who summon you into the Fields of Justice, but uh, please ask further questions to someone else."

"Of course, sorry."

Can you hear me?

Yes, summoner.

Move to that spot over there will you?

Alright.

Now, try to attack that dummy with your weapon

O…K… My weapon of choice and the material it's made from are weird, but I'll give it a shot.

Good. You have passed The Judgement and you will be an official champion of the League in a few days

What's a champion?

In front of the Institute of War (3rd person view)

"How did it go?" Zatch asked Leon. "I'm in." he replied. "We are all in, but where is Zen?" Balth asked. Zen walked from the building in joy and waved at his friends. "I got in!" he shouted. "Great, why don't we all take a look inside?" Zatch insisted, they all agreed to.

A/N: I am going to end the chapter right here.

Relatively short, but it is just a prologue.

Anything to be improved, or suggestions, please, don't hesitate to tell me on the reviews.

Once again, these OCs belong to:

SiRoLol (Balthazar Anderson)

Warweak (Leon Elsevier)

W1ll3r (Zatch Litch)

Me (Zenash Matulewics)

If I should stop going to someone's point of view, tell me as well.

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