Disclaimer: Nothing here is my own work, except the plot. If this changes, I'll be starting that chapter with "This X thing is my property and I'll cut your head off if you steal it", I promise. Until then, no disclaimers. They're annoying as Hell. Also, I don't plan on naming chapters. I have the imagination of a medium size stainless steel fork.
Light trigger warning: Minor character death... like, as death as people die in League matches. Not really. Also, crappily explained magic. And a fed as hell Azir. Trigger warnings will always be posted before the chapter they are in.
Oh, before I forget. This story takes place in an universe where the League of Legends wasn't banished and continues to operate as normal. So... this is technically AU. But I'm keeping everything else as close to canon as possible (within the boundaries of absolutely nothing canon having been released about them since forever, so expect a ton of headcanons and made-up stuff). Also, this fic was inspired by League of Kids by LycanthropeSpirit (I wanted to use this tiiiiitle), check him/her out, but aside from champions as kids, nothing is related to his/her story.
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It was a rather peaceful day on the Summoners' Rift. Sunshine, rainbows and bloodshed, as Janna commented before she lunged into the battle. Her team was heavily losing, already two members down and she had used up all her abilities to try and turn the tide, her summoner informed her that his own spells needed to cool down for about two minutes. Now she only had the tiny gusts of wind beside her, and she wasn't even remotely surprised when a sand spear pierced her heart.
The enemy mage, Azir had done exceptionally this match, he was already equipped with several items that enhanced his damage. He was basically harvesting the battlefield now, late in the game. Janna was watching the outcome of the fight through a black-and-white crystal ball now, being confined to her team's fountain until her wounds healed, and she didn't like what she was seeing.
They had lost the fight, that was obvious. Nobody even died from the team, even that squishy healer Soraka. This wasn't true of three of her teammates: Caitlyn, Tahm Kench and Malphite were sitting beside her, watching their sole living partner, Ekko. He had kept his ultimate ability, Chronobreak until the last second, but decided to unleash it now on the grouped enemy team who didn't have more than a hundred hitpoints per champion, only Sejuani was relatively healthy, having two hundred health. Finally, Ekko Chronobroke into the enemy team, but anticipating the move, Zilean put protective runes around their marksman, Jinx while Soraka sent a prayer to the stars - wait, she had just used her Wish! It shouldn't be up! - and while Jinx's time turned back to the point she was healthy again. Azir simply assassinated The Boy Who Apparently Couldn't Shatter Time Enough To Matter, then with the expense of a few teammates, they took the base. Not Happy End, but Janna had seen several scenes like this...
Except now she didn't. Later, she figured it out it was all because everything happened in the same shard of moment. While the times were turned back and stars beaconed to the ground - which they shouldn't have been able to do in the first place - Time got confused. Right now, all she saw was a huge explosion as soon as Ekko landed, right in the enemy team, smoke covered the entire battlefield. Suddenly, she felt the binding of her summoner release, even though their Nexus was unharmed, and her vision turned colourful again. Her heart fell: the smoke was purple. Not black or grey, like ordinary smoke. Purple, magic smoke. And magic smoke being present usually meant something went seriously wrong. A crowd of summoners had already stood around the now dissipating smoke, she elbowed her way through - Ekko was one of her best friends, after all. What she saw was way beyond her imagination.
In the dust, six champions laid unconsciously. Six children.