(Hey everybody, this is a proof of concept story. Yes, I play league of legends. This will not be a long story, heck I might even make a series out of this. I'm testing the waters on a different kind of storytelling method and genre.)

(Authors note: I don't own league of legends or any of the characters, all rights go to Riot for their fantastic game.)

~ Part 1: The Fields of Justice ~

The trees gently swayed along the Serpentine River. The green leaves eagerly enjoying the bright mid-day sun. The Serpentine River babbled quietly as it flowed though the Rift. The loud sound of bell ringing resounded throughout the Rift breaking the tranquil silence. The smaller wildlife fled into the forest, while the larger wildlife perked up as the bell meant potential food. A eerie silence crept over the Rift. The Nexuses began glowing and emanating a dull hum as they slowly powered up and came online. Bolts of enegry arced to the inhibitors causing them to hum to life. Light from the inhibitors shot up the towering stone turrets as they slowly began to awake as well. After a few moments the sound of energy crackling and low humming filled the Rift. Large gates slid up to block the exit of the spawning slab. The sound of crackling energy grew louder as the sky above the spawning slab grew darker. A beam of light pierced the clouds and a champion materialized from the beam of light. Three more beams of light followed this. Each one materializing another champion. The spawning gate was slowly sliding down. Each champions bought there provisions and lined up at the gate prepared for the inevitable slaughter. They steeled themselves as the gate slide down and allowed exit.

~ Part 2: The Late Arrival ~

A fifth beam of light appeared as the other four left to take up their positions. A gangly man with no hair to speak of slowly stepped forth from the light. He hefted his giant shield up as he approached the store.

"What can I get for you?" The elderly yordle women asked politely.

"I'll just take the usual." The gangly man asked while handing over a pouch of gold. The elderly yordle took the pouch and handed the man a small charm in the shape of a shield. She also handed him a three bottles. Two bottles held a blue fluid while the other contained a viscous red fluid.

"Thanks for your business, and you best get moving along Singed." The elderly yordle told him.

"Yeah I know I'm on my way." He responded before he felt the tug of the invisible threads pulling him away.

"Good luck, bring us another win." She said while waving goodbye.

"They'll be dead before they can land a punch." Singed triumphantly said while being pulled away. Singed slowly made his way out of the base, each footstep echoing throughout the empty base. He couldn't feel the sun on his ravaged skin but could still tell it was warm by the heatwaves coming off the stone. His feet soon left the stone and he stepped into the lush grasses that populated the Rift. The first turret crackled ominously with energy as he passed it. He pondered about his lane partner as he walked. He thought about the usual suspects. Soraka with her divinely tinted blue skin. He always did like her, she was kind and thoughtful. Taric was another possibility. Singed hated the man because of his ceaseless flamboyant advances. Singed shuddered at the thought. Maybe it was Lux. Singed didn't care for her either. He never liked how she was always insufferably upbeat. He heaved a heavy sigh as he made his way farther into the lane.

~ Part 3: The Girl With The Mantle Of Decorum ~