The warmth of my bed began to comfort me as I settled in. My grandfather sat down next to me and dimmed the lamp on my night table. As the shadows spread around the room I felt security settle me down. My grandfather looked at me with his blue eyes.
He was a sturdy man; still young and full of vigor. His face was chiseled and his smile was warming. I had lived with him for as long as I can remember. With my parents gone and no one else to take care of me, he stepped in and took me under his wing.
"And how was your day Sarah?", he looked at me in wait of a response.
"Well, I decided that I am done with high school. All of the kids my age are over dramatic and don't care about learning, so the teachers have to teach to their speed. I'm just bored all day because I get it all really fast.", I huffed.
"Well, it's people like you that are gonna make a difference in the world. Only those who care enough to accel will go down in history, and regardless, you are almost to graduation. Your time is closer than it feels."
Despite the name John Fortune, Grandpa was a modest man of modest wealth. As far as I knew he had never had an extraordinary life. Quite the opposite in fact, as he and I were the only living members of our family. For a man that I am sure had faced a lot of pain in his life he always managed to remain an optimist.
"Do you want to hear a story, Sarah?"
"Don't you think that I am a little old for bedtime stories?"
"I don't think that anyone can be too old for a little bit of wisdom."
I grinned at him for a moment. "Well let's hear it then."
He straightened his back in my desk chair and took a breath as he began, "Not too long ago in a realm very different from our own, the world was in a constant state of imbalance as factions fought to uphold the ideals which they thought were right. This was a world of magic and gods, creators and destroyers, adventurers and rulers. The people of this world were not all as simple as you and I. Among the factions, the strongest were summoned to a plain of existence to face off in an arena which would come to be known as the Field of Justice. These individuals were very different from each other and each fought for his or her own reasons. This story is about this collection of heroes!" he shook a fist to emphasize his story and looked at me as if waiting for approval.
"That wouldn't make for a really catchy title." I teased at him with a smile.
He huffed, jokingly disappointed, "Fine," his fist raised again, "this story is about that League of Legends."
**Author's Note: Hell everyone and welcome to A Story of Champions. I am super excited to take this story on as this is my first ever fan fiction. My name is Parker Christiansen, and I have enjoyed writing for a long time but recently I haven't really found my niche, so I decided to take on this project. I have been playing League since Season 1 and it is by far my favorite game. So I hope that I will do this justice. I anticipate seeing if I get any views on this story at all and would love any and all feedback.**
