Welp, first fanfic on here. Tell me what you like, what you hate, whatever you want really! I'll be making more later, maybe faster, maybe slower, depending on any feedback! Whoop whoop!

Within the Shurima Desert, spanning most of the southern half of Runeterra, stands the newly risen Capital of the old Shurima Empire. Once a thriving culture, reduced to nothing but ruins and sand by betrayal and arrogance, it stands once again. It stands as a beacon of comfort within the harsh desert, a beacon of welcome to the nomads that wander, and as a beacon of one man's dream.

Emperor Azir, brought back from nonexistence by the blood of his last living descendent Sivir. With Xerath's betrayal at his Ascension ritual, the Emperor paid for his arrogance of not heading Nasus and Renekton's warning of the ritual. Truly fitting it is then that it was Cassiopeia's betrayal of Sivir that had brought the Emperor back to life. Forgoing empire and ritual, Azir focused only on saving the dying Sivir, an act of selflessness that awoken the power that lay dormant within him and allowed him to Ascend. With the new power coursing through him, he pulled his empire back from the clutches of the sand.

Months have passed since the return of the Capital of the Shurima Empire, yet one thought plagues Emperor Azir's mind. He stands at the window of his throne room, watching few nomads that claimed the capital as a home.

"No matter how many times I look through this window, the sight never ceases to amaze me…" Azir's voice echoed as it always did when he spoke "Living…they are living. True, I enjoyed seeing my people alive and happy back those many years. It's the fact that-"

"The fact that you ceased to exist is what gave you a true appreciation for living, for existing. Yeah, yeah. I've heard you say this plenty of times Azir" Sivir sighed as she lounged on his throne

"Ah…I see that I have been repeating myself then…interesting." He would turn and make his way towards her

"What's on your mind old man?"

"Whatever do you mean Sivir?"

"I mean that I've spent months here with you, months as you tried to make yourself some sorta parental figure for me. Not that I don't appreciate the effort…really…" she said in a sarcastic tone "Seems that I can now tell whenever something is bothering you. Last time it was the fact that the nomads didn't actually have food to eat here. Took a bit, but we fixed that"

"…" He would let out a sigh as he walked over, resting his staff against the wall as he leaned against it "Xerath is still out of my grasp…protected by the League through his Champion status. Renekton continues his mad and bloody vengeance against his brother. Nasus still refuses to return and side with me."

"You're still going on about that, you really need to get over that."

"Truth be told, that is not what is bothering me. Back when I was human, I was cared deeply by my people. I had men who wished to be messengers, women who wished to be my mistresses, now…I have but one person to speak too…and even she does not wish to be around me often. I wish for someone I can talk to about my worries."

Sivir would stay quiet before groaning "God damn it Azir, you're making me feel bad…I never feel bad!" She would finally get off of his throne "So you're lonely, why don't you go out and make friends. I know you want to unite all of Runeterra under your rule or some elaborate goal like that, but with that fragile peace treaty between Noxus and Demacia, enforced by the League, don't think you'll be able to do that any time soon. With that in mind, go out to the cities! Go into Noxus, into Demacia, any other place that you want. Make yourself some friends, get your ladies, make mistakes, be the one thing that you miss so much…being alive." She would walk up towards him, smiling softly

"And…what about yourself, what would you be doing?" He would tilt his head down towards her

"Hey, someone has to help the new people adjust and make sure the trade routes make their way here safely. Think of me as the acting empress…just without all that formality and stuff." She chuckled as she patted his chest before turning around. She headed towards the door, grabbing her boomerang that rested against the doorframe.

"…I thank you Sivir. It may be coarse, but the same blood that runs through me, the blood that cares about people, runs through you."

"Don't let it go to your head Azir, I ain't calling you dad." She waved as she left.

Azir smiled softly as he watched her leave. He would grab his staff and head towards the balcony of the throne room. He looked out towards the distance, over towards and past the mountains in the distance. He planned his route, starting in Demacia and going in a circle until he returned. He crouched down and gathered more sand into his being. He would launch himself into the sky and take flight, the sand propelling him forward. The land below him zipped by as he soared through the sky, a trail of sand falling off of him as he traveled.

The air that Azir felt on his body was rejuvenating, never had he traveled like this before. This truly was an experience he won't forget for numerous reasons. He would then start fell his being start to descend, he then realized that he truly had no idea of how to land. Sure there was whenever he was recalled to his team's base in league matches but that was a hop compared to this distance. The one plus side was that he gave himself enough of an initial thrust that the spanning city-state of Demacia was beneath him. He made a quick decision, deciding to send the last of the momentum granted to him by the sand downward instead of continuing into the side of a building that would be his final destination.

Taking in the sight of his new destination, the building beneath Azir seemed to be of some sort of nobility or family with money. He braced himself as he hit the roof of the building with enough force that it would send him crashing through and into the building. He landed with a resounding thud, bringing much wood and material with him from the hole he made. He would slowly rise up and look around as he shook off the debris. The inside of building seemed very old and almost abandoned, with much of the furniture covered with cloth and the art taken off of the walls. One of the things he saw was an old puddle of blood, soaked into the wooden floors.

"Interesting…so this is Demacian architecture and decoration…however that blood. Seems there was an attack here…and no one came in to clean up afterwards…" He would walk through the upper floor of the building until something caught his eye. There was a fine layer of dust in the rest of the floor, but there was a pathway leading from one room to the stairs. He would walk to the room and slowly open the door "Hello, does this residence have any inhabita-" He would then feel something sharp pressing against his throat

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you were you stand monster…" A cold yet soothing voice spoke up

Azir would roll his eyes downward, seeing a small crossbow pressed against his neck and the woman in black that accompanied it. He could not see into her eyes due to her glasses, but he could feel a burning glare coming from them.

"Please excuse my intrusion, it was not my intent to come crashing through your ceiling, however I must correct you. I am no monster, I am the Ascended ruler of Shurima, Emperor Azir…I simply have the features of a bird from the ritual." Azir spoke in a calm tone "And you are my lady?"

Her eyes ran up and down before the arrow was removed "You know exactly who I am Azir." She scoffed before turning away

"This is true, we have meant plenty of times through the League however this is our first formal meeting." He would dust himself off before he crossed his arms behind his back

She would stop and turn to face him sideways "…you're a weird one…and that's saying something with what we see on the fields. Vayne…you get to call me Vayne."

Head cannon:

Azir- Nice guy through and through, if a bit ambitious. And formal, though being around Sivir has made him less as formal. Wants to be looked up to by Sivir and protect her.

Sivir- Blunt. She doesn't have to the time to mince words, but that doesn't mean she's completely heartless. Likes and respects Azir, even if he can be a bit suffocating.

Vayne- Don't piss her off. That is all for now.