The Shade Anecdotes: League of Legends Fanfiction by Deathlark. Prologue.
Autha's Note: Helloooooo. Welcome. WELCOME. HEHEHEHE. No. Just kidding. It's not like that.
Anyhow, this is just a simple teaser/premise that will make NO SENSE TO ANYONE, because I took the pain of writing it in Latin to confuse you all. (Don't worry, I still love ya) Anyhow, over this Prologue this little passage will be translated sentence by sentence.
Otherwise, this is a prologue since the individual chapters I wanted to make didn't cut it by 's standards, so I just said "SCREW IT" made the prologue shorter and as one thing.
Now then, this story revolves around a character from my mind. Don't be confused, this is an OC that I'm making that will tie into the world of Valoran. It's going to be divided into 4 parts that I will work on overtime, without counting the prologue. Nothing else to talk about. Enjoy the prologue! (If anyone can translate the passage I'm impressed since it's probably not 100% accurate (do you even latin?(huehuehue wtf deathlark)))
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to league of legends. I am not phranq.
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Sub arboribus et sub tōtō tectō jacet quod sol tāngerē nōn potest, ut inopia lucis vestigium relinquit. Vestigium obscurius prodigiosius genus conspectūs est. Quod liberōs terret et quod virōs occaecat, et quod populous videt ubi oculōs permit callidam potestatem tenet. Itaque maledictum conspectum in ūnum prō ignotīs causīs mortem, tyrannidem, furorem, et potestatem gerit solūm prō fabricatore, et dolorem, desperationem, defectionem, et tabem prō receptore. Nam vir maledictus tenebrīs visibilis iam oritur; Shade advēnīt.
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It was a rainy night in an unknown land, quite civilized, but quite in turmoil. The thunder gales howled in the nightly rain, signifying that this rain would soon turn to an unruly storm. The inferior creatures fled to their caves and the predators rested in content and not wanting to risk death against the upcoming storm.
In this land, humans and magicians and warriors populate the every corner of the continent, and a little bit more too. However do not mistake this land for Valoran. Oh no, this is not Valoran.
This is the great faraway land of Myriam. No one has ever remembered what this great land is like, but it is not all too different from Valoran.
Anyhow, in one of the great cities of Myriam, the current weather was a heavy rain. It would soon turn to a storm as the thunder gales predicted. There was something a little more unusual with this night. The council of this city was at a meeting.
The organization of this city was based off of families. The levels of society were… clear. The inside of the city housed the largest and greatest towers, peaking to the clouds. Not far outside the center corruption was heavily prevalent. Most houses and towers reached no more than 2 stories in the outskirts of this city.
The name of this city? Not important. However what should be known is that these wealthy families aggregated a society separate from the city on its own. To assure equality, the heads of this city organized a council where the leads of the families would meet. A great building, peaking above even the highest towers of the wealthy families, was created where all the families' leaders would meet and negotiate certain issues, only when necessary.
The concern of this meeting made this meeting the most crucial meeting ever held in the city. War was near between this city and another, and power was needed following the recent defeat against the second city. There was a high demand for a draft from the wealthy families, as their children and family would have no fear to go to war, proud to serve their city.
The lesser families? Not so much. Their small families mean it would be empty and hard to function with a member out to war. Not only this, but they are not as highly loyal to their city as the wealthy men are. So the council meeting today was heated.
"Mr. Harrier, please! We know you and your son are the only remnants of your family, but you're already held up for a court offense!" the father of the GeWitt family exclaimed.
"I'll have you know I am fully capable of proving myself innocent! Therefore I would have no need to try and appease my charges by joining the military, nor will my son!" Mr. Harrier argued. The GeWitt family was one of the few families desiring a draft that was still poor. GeWitt and Harrier had been arguing for hours at this point.
"You can cover for your son, but we know you're too broke to afford a decent lawyer. After all, you are a former soldier and I know how excellent your skills with an axe are," another man, noted.
This was just part of the heat. Many families were arguing with each other. Some had appeased and already said they would join the army regardless to avoid the chaos tonight. Most were poor families, however a few honorable families had already agreed a long time ago to avoid the chaos. Families like the DeLoite family, Urvstead family, and Graec family all are sending their sons to war, covering the demand for one member of the family to go. A part of the draft says that only one member per family need apply to fill their role.
As for now the rage and arguments against families continued. The rainy night continued as the thunder gales continued to howl. The clouds blocked the normal starry skyline, which many in the city pray to for good luck. The thunder could be heard off in the distance.
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"Shae! Shae, where are you Shae? Where is Parry too?" a woman called off.
"I'm right here mom," a young man said back. He was lean and skinny. "What is it?"
"Where is Parry? I need to see her. We have company soon," the woman said.
"I think she's in her room. Just dressing herself," the man Shae said back.
"Okay, thank you honey." The woman left and dashed to the stairs in the center of the house. The four family members of this house were Shae, Parry, Lietta, and Gevall. They were expecting company, invited by the father, Gevall.
Shae sat down and read a book, until there was a knock on the door. He was in a traditional black dress. He opened up the door to see two gentleman in two black coats. They appeared soaked by the intense rain.
"Hello, is your father here young man?" one of the men asked.
"No, he is out at the groceries but he will be back soon. Please come in. We have been expecting company," Shae responded.
"Ah good, we were invited by your father. Thank you," they replied, and came in, hanging up their coats on the nearby coat rack. One man had a large backpack and the other carried a bag in his hands. They laid it down next to their coats.
"What are you here for?" Shae asked, looking at their suitcases.
"Science my friend. Science." The answer was vague, but Shae was taught to be respective, and thus bowed, as they headed for the stairway. He looked out the window bleakly, through the rain spattered window as a man appeared in the distance. He recognized the frame and shape of him as his father. A smile crossed his face.
He waited eagerly at the doorstep waiting to greet him. He was always taught to be a gentleman, and held great respect for his father. As his father opened the door, he greeted him, and saying, "Hello father. How are you?" He looked after bowing to him, only to realize that his father's nice and wise face was sagging and tired, with a dark frown on his face. "What's wrong?"
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Underneath trees and beneath every roof lies what the sun cannot touch, as the lack of light leaves a trail.
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Not too far from this city was the mountain range of Myriam. The mountain ranges of Valoran are already treacherous enough, with the few spiraling high peaks such as Mount Gargantuan or Mount Targon. The only safe way from northern Valoran to the southern Valoran is through the Mogron Pass, or Proving Grounds, a bridge running over a great chasm in the Great Barrier.
Myriam's terrain was less subtle. Certain lowlands ran miles below the sea level, and were the most unstable terrain. At the same time, the Mountain Ranges of Myriam far outclassed those of Valoran, with Mount Gargantuan not even coming close the size of the smallest peaks of Myriam. The greatest mountain of them all was… um… well, I guess like all this stuff, the name isn't important right? But for figurativeness, no one had ever seen the top of the mountain, let alone halfway up the slopes of it. This mountain was centered in the middle of Myriam.
From atop this great slope one stream went from somewhere up the titan and all the way down to a river which ran to the ocean. In one lowland, a small stream bridging off from this mainland river leeched into a lowland. Not the lowest lowland, but noticeably below sea level. The stream was not large enough, and only beckoned to the lowland in high tide. This resulted in only puddles of rich, fertile, water, optimal for starting farms. The lowland was colonized quickly, at the base of this great Mountain.
With this advantage, the people that settled in this lowland became amongst the richest and highest profiled people in all of Myriam. The water seemed nearly enchanted, with gleaming auras and slight illumination in puddles. The water grew crops faster than normal water, kept people healthier, and was said to bring good fortune.
This made the valley frequently invaded and settled in. On one side, a large plateau-forest, and on the other a great mountain. Eventually, one generation of people knew that this land must be held on their own and needs fortification. They built a great wall of brick enriched by their water to hold off the invaders. Triumphantly, the wall held and was immune to any magic that was used against it.
With this advantage, the settlers armed and geared for war, making sure to assert their dominance over all others. They imbued their weapons and armor with the water they so treasured, and triumphantly charged.
On the other side of the wall, an enormous army of men charged over the wall, jumping through trees and striking from above. Thousands of men died that day, with the rumors saying not a single soldier of the settlers' dying. It was a great day, and from there that valley prospered without interruption.
The stream continued to run down safely, and one day they decided to terraform the ground and create a dam. It was a massive success, and they claimed the land as their own, extending their walls to surround the dam and claim it for their own. They were the first ever group of people to ever settle onto the mountain and obtain use. With this advantage, they mined into the mountain and obtained such valuable materials and minerals to enrich their items. Soon enough, they found that they could convert these minerals into techmaturgic sources and they had significance in many different arcane arts.
The rest of Myriam was jealous and swore to invade and claim the dam as a shared resource for everyone, and perhaps eradicating the original settlers. The river unusually contained no special resources unlike the mystical water of these lowland people.
And thus a group of missionaries traveled as high up the slopes to find the source of wherever this water stream originated. It was a perilous mission, and many died. However, a small group of three managed to locate the source of the water, pouring out from a hole in the mountain. When looking in, they saw a magnificent cavern, full of massive crystals and a large lake of water inside, with more water reaching out from underground sources. The minerals deteriorated and branched out into another pocket, where only the stream would deliver the valuables. With this knowledge, they returned to their city in triumph.
With this knowledge, even more important information had been found. A smuggler had obtained some of this magic water and splashed it onto the wall. The impenetrable wall weakened, and the stone crumbled to gravel. This knowledge was spread to the rest of the world, and thus a plan formulated to once and for all open the water to the entire world.
And this is when the storm arrives.
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The trail is a darker, more eerie type of sight.
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He walked in the door a face more grim than his normal calm composure.
"Father, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Up. Stairs. Top floor. Now," he said lifeless. I was confused, but I did not ask. I calmly walked to the top floor.
"Father, you had visitors," I told him.
"Yes I know, they will be accompanying us for some time. For now just get the hell upstairs! Onto the roof! NOW!" he yelled. I did not delay to run upstairs. I relayed the message to everyone on each floor, our maids and servants and my family. I told my mother to rush to the top floor, and mashed on my sister's locked door.
"SIS! DAD SAYS GET TO THE ROOF!" I yelled to her.
"Alright, I'll be there as soon as possible," she answered.
Within a few minutes, we had our staff and family on the roof. It was raining, and dad had a tarp hung over the roof. There was wind blowing quite strong. Our father told us to watch the mountain. His voice was more devoid of life than I have ever heard it.
"Father what's going on?" my sister asked.
"Our reckoning is coming… And we must escape," he answered. My father took out a large horn, and blew into it as loud as he could. We were lucky enough to own a Caller Horn, which we could use to call Carrion-type Birds to carry people from place to place.
Not long afterwards, a Hurro-Carrion Bird came and whisked everyone aboard its back. The bird was resistant to rain, and ours was among the largest of all Carrion birds.
We flew high up and saw a few other Hurro-Carrion birds in the sky. Soon, the entire sky was flocked with the birds, wailing and calling to each other. And the first lightning bolt struck then.
Suddenly, one of the birds started to plummet from the sky and hit another bird on its way down. They both started to fall to the ground in fright.
The other birds started to wild. They flew around frantically, some smashing into each other in pure chaos. Soon, the numbers of the Hurro-Carrions started to dwindle. My father knew he had to get out of the chaos, and so he flew elsewhere, relatively over the dam. Another bolt struck elsewhere, slamming into the ground on the mountain.
Dad had made sure to buy a horn to call a more noble bird, one that was not so easily scared by thunder. He kept flying elsewhere. For the meanwhile, everyone held onto the great feathers of the bird.
I looked downwards, and realized that a whole river had gone down and destroyed the walls of the damn, and was flooding into our city. This is what dad was expecting, as well as all the others…
Lightning continued to dent the landscape as our bird continued to fly away. The wind brushed my hair and the water stung my skin.
And then like a judgment from god, a bolt struck our bird, giving us a total shock. The bird screeched and started to fall downwards, but tried its best to steady itself. Many of our servants were flying off, and all I could do is watch them. Before I knew it, we started to decline.
The descent of our bird was fast; he was doing his best to try and be able to pick itself up, but it could not do anything.
As he fell to the ground, only 6 people remained; my family and the two men that had come to our house. The bird was out-cold on the ground. We all looked at each other in shock.
It was not over just yet though.
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What scares children and what blinds men, and what people see when they close their eyes harnesses a clever power.
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The wind grazed the man's scarf as he and two others next to him walked towards a large hill, with fiery smoke emerging from the top. It had come to attention to Jericho Swain that a "star" had fallen from the sky in the boundaries of Noxus. Curious, he invited a few adversaries. He brought along General Du Couteau's daughter, Katarina, and the man named Talon, a masterful assassin. The others soon had their sight on the massive hill's plume of smoke.
"What… is that?" Talon asked. It was unusual for Talon to show complexion or confusion, though this sight was more than enough. Katarina watched in awe.
"We're finding out," Swain replied.
The three strode triumphantly into a tiny farming village, not acknowledging the farmers. They watched as the three people strode by.
They continued to the hill which had numerous people watching from a nearby smaller hill. Swain stopped briefly, and asked, "Does anyone have any more information about what happened?" There was a small silence amongst the crowd with the question, until one boy came up to him.
"The rumor that this hill says that an old, old, cranky man lived in a house there and never let anyone in. For his rudeness people say the gods shunned and imprisoned him, and now it remains as a place never to go," he explained. Swain nodded.
"Thank you, young lad. Move!" Swain shouted, and the crowd in front of him parted ways as Swain undauntedly approached the house.
Once there, the three of them entered, and realized that only the exterior of the house was burning. If you were inside, you would not even know that there was a fire.
The contents of the house remained untarnished with dust and cobwebs littered all over them. Swain and Katarina inspected as Talon felt like an ominous presence was still in the house.
"Swain… My instincts are catching me," Talon muttered.
"Quiet Talon. Your instincts may not be as sharp as you think," Swain replied. Katarina knew Talon better, and knows that when Talon starts to act up through instincts, something must be here or watching. Katarina started to look around the house rather than inspect now, as if something were to be found in the floorboards and emptiness of the roof.
They moved to the living room, and were stunned by the scene. Drawings and markings littered the room, but more importantly a man stood in the middle. He was muttering nonsense to the three of them.
"You there. Do you even now this house is burning?" Swain asked.
"Of course… Can't you smell the ashes?" he replied back in an ominous voice. It brought a chill down Swain's spine. Something not easy to do.
"Who are you?" Swain asked demandedly.
"I am no one. To you at least. However I will say one thing… Valoran is in more danger than you'd expect." This perplexed Swain.
"What are you talking about? What danger?"
"It will come like a shunning from the gods… An imprisonment if you will… but not now. Oh not now. It will be much, much later… You will see… You'll see…" The man remained there, and seemed to fade into nothing, as with him, all the drawings faded. Confused and worried, the three left the house, and walked outside to see the fire had stopped.
The three of them never spoke of the experience. This was a just 3 months before the League of Legends was formed in Valoran. Eventually, as all effort moved towards that, so did Noxus. But the secret remains kept by the three of these people. And they dare not say a word of it.
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And so a curse beheld on one for unknown reasons bears death, tyranny, and madness only for the maker, and suffering, despair, exhaustion, and decay for the receiver.
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From there… I don't fully remember what actually happened. My memory started to cut here and there. I remembered certain parts and forgot others.
I do know that we escaped to… somewhere…
We tried to restart but were caught out as… miscreants… from that city. We were sent to prison, except for the other two men. Although looking through, it seemed as they were talking casually… to the prison guards… As if they knew them.
My memory cut afterwards for some time. The next thing I remembered was being in a separate room as I saw my sister being dragged out the door of the prison hall, with her kicking and screaming. My parents were yelling and begging for her return. I had undergone some sort of spell, for I could not talk. I was confused and frustrated at my silence, but I was more curious about what was going on. My memory starts to blink for a bit, as I remember seeing first my mom dragged, then my father, then each of the servants, one by one. I was being saved for last, but for reasons I did not understand.
Instead, I was kept in this cell for weeks. I lost track of the time, but this silencing spell was stopped from there. I vaguely remember having to scream and yell to get attention. The guards were awfully inattentive… shameful.
I was building up an awfully strong hatred. I was becoming begrudged to all those that checked on me, as I remember. My memory then cuts here, and next thing I know I'm strapped to some sort of table, with a few men surrounding me. One was in heavy armor, one in a dense coat, and one with mage robes on.
A stronger silencing spell was on me, one that prevented me from moving. I could still feel the cold hard stone I was on though, so I was still able to sense and touch some things. Of course, only the shackles, chains, and stone were actually the only things I could touch. What I remember next was a sharp pain ringing in my ears, preventing me from hearing things. It was unbearable, and I silently screamed to try and help cope. No sound came out.
The agonizing continued as I felt a powerful blast of magic strike my chest and move around. I was momentarily unchained, but an extra spell had rendered me unable to move or retaliate. I was simply flipped over as the ray of magic continued to do its work. I was chained down again, and soon enough the intense beam of magic ceased. My memory faults here.
The next thing I know I'm lying on this stone table with no one around, and no one to help me. I felt strange… Sort of… blank. As if I had been stripped of myself, my soul, my intellect, and simply left here to rot. The night went by with uneasy sleep, and I did not remember myself waking up for a long, long time.
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For a man cursed with darkness now appears visible:
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I woke up on a sunny shore, soaked to the bone and dressed in a rugged black rag. I sat up and realized something; I had aged. I felt like I had been asleep for a long time, almost in a paradox world where my mind aged as the outside world continued. But… Who was I? And what's going on?
Two women then walked up to me, obviously noticing I was there. They both seemed young.
"Hey! Are you alright?" they asked. I turned my head, and immediately they were shocked by something.
"What? What is it?" I asked with a new, deeper and stronger voice to my tone. I felt powerful.
"W-Who are you?" one woman asked. At this point I forgot my name… Shah? Sheh? Sheh… de… Sha…
Apparently I had been thinking aloud too.
"Sha-deh? You mean Shade?" they questioned. It seemed close enough.
"Yes. Shade. Where am I?" I asked, curious of where I was.
"You don't know the name of this WHOLE place? Are you dumb or just clueless?" they asked, very sarcastically.
"I'm serious," I said, with a tough commanding tone, rising to my feet. I gave them a more direct look, and they seemed petrified.
"Valoran. It's Valoran."
"Valoran?"
"Yes. This is where you are… Valoran. The nearest place to stay is… Noxus. Although it's not safe. And dangerous."
"Well where is a more suitable place?"
"Well… they were starting that work on the Institute… I guess that's better than Zaun…"
"The Institute…? Hmm… Please, tell me where this Institute is."
"It's the Institute of War. If you want to go there you'll need to take a long trip to the west." They pointed in the direction this Institute of War is.
"Thank you." I started to walk off. They didn't respond as I began a long trek, lasting a week.
Although then I saw the great halls and buildings of this Institute. Hundreds of workers were constructing it. I walked by and took sight of the many men. I was still in a black rag and walking, covering my eyes. Along my way there it seems that something about eye contact with me was not pleasuring.
However, I found a man. He was centered in the crowd and giving out orders, handling several things at once. I walked towards him, and he picked me out of the crowd.
"You- you there? Who are you?" he asked. I looked up, hanging the rag so that the eye contact wouldn't catch him by surprise.
"My name? It is Shade. Who are you?" I asked. A silence settled, and everyone was almost speechless. "Let me ask again." I pulled down the hood on my rag. "Who are you?" A large shock came across everyone at the sight of whatever was wrong with me. I don't know what's wrong with a normal human being. The man put down a book, and walked towards me.
"How about a better introduction. My name is Reginald Ashram. It is nice to meet you, Shade." He held out his hand. I shook his hand, and this is where my story begins.
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Shade has arrived.
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Okay, time to work on chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed the prologue. See you all later.
~DTH~