A/N: The idea for this came to me recently and I decided to go ahead and write it while waiting for the readership of my other story to decide what course it is going to take. I don't know if this will be a oneshot or a series. We'll see. Enjoy and please review. Be aware that flames will be used to heat the Institute of War.

Disclaimer: I don't own LoL. Otherwise, Hecarim would have gotten his much-needed buff by now.

The Diary of Fiddlesticks, Harbinger of Doom

Inside Cover

For some odd reason the Head Summoner has seen fit to provide me with this book. It's not even particularly interesting, as it is completely blank. He quickly explained that this was for me to write in however, which makes some sense. I have seen other champions with similar tomes after all. What purpose this suits I do not know. But, seeing as I'm stuck off the fields with nothing to do, I can use it to pass the time.

Several pages are filled with sketches of crows and what is assumed to be the inside of Fiddlestick's abode.

1/21

According to the squishy humans who guard my chamber, it is "cold." I have no idea what they mean, but I suppose it must be some sort of social occasion, as whenever this "cold" happens the summoners perform an odd dance for several minutes at a time. Then they stop, and several minutes later begin anew. After watching this odd display for most of the morning, I have come to the conclusion that most of the humans originating from this world are completely insane.

I was finally summoned today, which was a nice break from the dullness of the last few weeks. Our team composition was decent, consisting of Nasus in the top lane against his brother Renekton, Lux in the middle against Mordekaiser, Ashe and the barbarian Tryndamere in the bottom lane against Sona and Vayne, and yours truly in the jungle against Nocturne. Ashe and Tryndamere in particular drew my attention. Those two have become quite inseparable lately. Always hugging and cuddling around the Institute while all manner of creatures congratulate them on something called a "marriage." From my limited understanding (the summoners refuse to let me outside of my tower chamber without a battalion of guards so it's hard to satisfy my curiosity) it is some sort of mating contract. Humans are such strange creatures.

Unfortunately, matches leave very little time to ponder the mysteries of this world as I'm expected to run around the Fields helping my allies secure kills. If you ask me (which nobody does), the League's mission makes very little sense. It professes to bring peace and stability to the land by acting as a third party in international disputes and paints itself as the only hope against bloodshed. Yet, it achieves this missive with bloodshed. While no champion actually dies, it's very hypocritical. I suppose this is because no infants were around to explain this to the League's founding members.

Regardless of the League's failings (of which there are plenty, believe me) it has successfully become Valoran's arbiter. Since its inception it has become the most popular form of entertainment and boasts the largest collection of mighty warriors in the history of this plane. It's almost as if someone was maneuvering the various nations to surrender their best fighters so that a certain individual named Leblanc could seize power over the entire continent. Yet, it seems as though everyone is completely unaware of this. That wondering how I could have acquired the Black Rose's deepest secrets, the answer is quite simple: one of their couriers made the mistake of using one of my crows as a messenger bird. The crow of course flew straight to me and being the curious creature that I am, couldn't help but take a quick peek before sending the letter to its intended recipient, Jericho Swain. I shall have to keep several crows watching those two. I'm certain that the "XOXOXOXOXOXO" at the end of the letter was some sort of code.

Back on topic, the match went rather well, with Nasus casually invading the enemy base by teleporting to a ward and obliterating their nexus while the rest of us distracted the enemy. I claimed several kills and suffered no deaths. It's nice being controlled by a cautious summoner for a change. He even bought me a Zhonya's Hourglass!

After the standard after match handshakes, the two teams dispersed into the showers and Nocturne and I to our respective prisons.

A/N: That's all my inspiration has covered for now. Please let me know how I can improve this story or my writing. Until next we meet.