Chapter One
(Let's get a few things out of the way, D'Artagnan's description, Blizz, and the fact that the story he comes from is my own. D'Artagnan is a sixteen year old male that has worked as a blacksmith's assistant for years. He has a slight tan; he is shorter than most champions due to his lack of age. He has long-ish messy brown hair. he has green eyes, he wears a blue dragon scale tunic, a small chest plate that covers his ribs and shoulders. His shoulder guards are in the shape of dragon heads. He has white pants, and generic leather boots. He has a gauntlet with a purple gem on it, it is worn on his left hand, it is fingerless and uses a black leather glove for the under side. He has white gloves on, and he has a belt full of pouches. Blizz is a small blue dragon around the size of a fully grown cat. She has small silver horns, black claws, and ridges running down her back. Also a spade tail and ear fins.)
D'Artagnan lay on the ground panting and choking on his own blood. "I did it… I did it Silvana…" he smiled. He defeated Grag and saved all his friends. The corruption died around him, Blizz cuddled up to D'Artagnan. "Its ok, Blizz. We did it…" he said weakly patting her head. She made noises he couldn't understand, "wait, why can't I understand you?" D'Artagnan started to ask before a bright flash of light engulfed him.
"Where is the powerful being you sensed?!" a woman in a purple robe yelled. D'Artagnan faded in and out of consciousness. He woke up after some time, he looked around. "Guys… we did it." He said expecting all his friends to be waiting for him to wake up. He looked around to see robed figures. "Where are my friends?" D'Artagnan asked. Blizz was resting next to him but none of his friends were with him. "You see, we pulled you from your world. We meant to pull another source of power but it appears someone made a mistake," a woman growled at a robed figure who seemed to shrink at her voice. "Silvana… tell me what's going on," D'Artagnan said beginning to fell panicked.
His breathing picked up in speed, his armor was removed and his shirt was missing. He has a scar near his heart and he staggered out of bed. "no no no… they… they need me, I need them to know that I'm ok." D'Artagnan started to have rushed thoughts. Something, a thought came to his stressed mind. "Who did you intend to bring here?" D'Artagnan asked flatly. "A centuries old creature of intense power. It seemed to grow in power within the last half hour." The woman explained. "You intended to summon Grag… Grag?! He was going to destroy my world, and then I killed him. What did you intend to do with him!?" D'Artagnan asked, storming up to the robed woman.
"We intended to use it for the League of Legends. We are summoners; we control champions to decide the fate of our world." She explained. "You almost brought someone over that would gladly take over your world. He would be ruthless, destroy everything! But you brought me, send me home!" D'Artagnan demanded. "that isn't an easy feat. Bringing someone or something to our world is easy, to send you back to yours would be… problematic." She started but trailed off. D'Artagnan fell to his knees, "Alatariel… Grace… Murna… Diagona…" he said to himself, he may never see them again.
D'Artagnan stood up and grabbed his belt and started to put his armor on. He put on his white uniform shirt and pulled his dragon scale tunic over that. He put his chest plate on and grabbed his gauntlet. He put on his belt, "Blizz, come on," D'Artagnan said walking up to the bed. She climbed up him and took her perch on his shoulder. "I'd suggest you don't stand in my way," D'Artagnan threatened. The robed woman stepped to the side. "I'd suggest you rest," The woman said to D'Artagnan. "I don't listen to anyone," D'Artagnan growled. He walked out and found a vast series of halls. He started to walk around, looking for a way out of this place, where ever he was. D'Artagnan felt incredible pain in his chest; he leaned against a wall and stopped walking. He was panting for a few moments. D'Artagnan coughed up blood; he wasn't going to go ask the summoners for help. He stumbled through the halls; he fell over and passed out.
He awoke yet again in a bed with his armor next to him. "Since you seemingly wish to leave right away, we had our best healers come in. you can thank Soraka for healing your injuries. From what she told me, you were stabbed near the heart, right through your chest. She wanted to know if you want the scars to be healed," The summoner explained. "No. that scar is a reminder that I killed Grag. That scar tells me that I succeeded. No one will take that from me," D'Artagnan said adamantly. "You are free to go, don't kill yourself out there," she warned. "If I can handle Grag, I can handle anything," D'Artagnan said boldly. He got ready to leave yet again but Blizz was no where to be found. "Where's my dragon?" D'Artagnan asked. "It was moved to a safe place. I'm sure your dragon can wait for you, we didn't need an animal potentially ruining the procedure," she explained. "Get my dragon now… I don't care if you get her or you send someone. Get Blizz for me, or so help me I will…" D'Artagnan was cut off. "You will not threaten a summoner. It would be in your best interest to not anger the inhabitants of our world," she warned.
In mere moments Blizz was brought to D'Artagnan. She jumped on his shoulder and cuddled up to him. He gave Blizz a scratch on her chin. D'Artagnan walked out to see a purple skinned woman waiting for him. She stood up immediately. "I'm glad to see my magic worked." She said quickly. "What did you do before I got to you?" she asked, ready to scold D'Artagnan.
D'Artagnan thought back to his fight with Grag, D'Artagnan cut off Grag's main hand at the price of getting stabbed in the lung, all the way through his chest. "It's a long story, Miss," D'Artagnan started. "I'm Soraka, I healed you," She explained. "Well, Soraka, I'm glad you helped me, but I go my own way," D'Artagnan said starting to walk away. "The name's D'Artagnan," he said over his shoulder. "D'Artagnan? What an odd name…" she said to herself.
D'Artagnan wandered trying to find the exit; he got lost and eventually found the entrance. He left and went out looking for the first village he could find. He found a village a few hours after leaving the institute, he bought a map of the new land he was in. he was given looks due to the dragon on his shoulder, but when he put his hand on his sword's handle; they looked the other way. He read the map and looked at the locations. "Blizz, you up for a trip?" D'Artagnan asked. She gave a look to the map and pointed with her snout. She picked the Freljord, the map gave warnings of how inhospitable the place was but D'Artagnan wasn't deterred. He bought a black cloak at the next town and started to travel to the icy waste land.