Prologue

The children ran to him as he sat his great bulk onto the wooden chair in front of the fire, his once toned and large arms although kept most of their strength, now looked stretched and withered as did most of his body, his scars had faded but always remained a reminder of his years in battle all of them different some from bolt and arrow others from spear sword and magic, all telling a history of his past. His hair once a deep brown had slowly become grey and one morning he had noticed it wasn't brown with specks of grey, it was grey with specks of brown, and still he was an impressive man for his age. The children sat on the wooden floor before him there eyes beaming bright waiting for the story they had begged him to tell since the moment they arrived 2 days ago.

It was always their favourite and he always told it so well, he always claimed it was all true but the older ones doubted it wasn't a little exaggerated, while the smaller ones believed every word, still each and every one of them enjoyed the tale.

"Grandad start from the beginning! Please, I love the start the most." Marcus asked he was the middle child of his eldest, a few of the others agreed but Elinor the eldest of all his 8 grandchildren shook her head.

"No, when you met Grandmother that's so romantic." The children argued amongst themselves and he couldn't help but laugh before he scratched his beard, all of them taking the hint that he had made up his mind.

"I will start at the very beginning, the day I entered the League of Legends," He said his eyes shining brightly as he looked over at the photo that hung on the wall opposite him, his team all lined up after their first victory.

"Welcome Summoners, to Summoner's Rift!" The voice boomed out across the battlefield, as I stepped out with my new team." Before he could continue his second eldest grandson Elric interrupted "Grandad you've never told us of your last fight in the games, what happened?"

His smile slowly fell from his face as he sat staring blankly at them, his mind far away as he remembered the last game.

"Damn I've seen four of them but not the last. What about you?" Zed asked his voice sounding metallic from behind his mask. Vi shook her head looking to Sona, who merely played a gentle tune the notes telling them she'd only seen what they had, it had taken time but they had all come accustom to listening to Sona's playing and what it meant.

Zed looked to Garen who shook his head "No, I've been too busy with Illioa on the north lane." Quickly he looked around "Wait where's…" a loud bang echoed out across Summoner's Rift silencing everything and everyone.

Sona slowly reached for her throat her hand shaking, her bright eyes full of panic, the other sat and watched to stunned to move as a thin line appeared on her throat and her once bright vibrant eyes slowly dimmed, as she collapsed to the floor limply her life blood slowly leaving her. Zed looked up quickly over the rocky outcrop they were taking cover behind, another loud bang echoed out across the silent Summoner's Rift, Zed jerked and fell back slowly, his head hitting the ground hard and tilting to stare lifelessly up at Garen and Vi, his mask slightly deformed around the left eye socket.

Suddenly a loud voice boomed out across Summoner's Rift, panic full in his voice "Get out of there! It's not league registered equipment! It's live ammunition!"

Vi stared at Garen panic clear in her face knowing their armour and weapons weren't designed to hold against live ammunition, "Go I'll draw the fire and meet you at the portal." Garen commanded removing Justice from his side, with one last nod he stood and swung Justice around to hold it out like a shield across himself and Vi.

Vi turned and ran towards the portal exit, another long bang blasted out, the bullet skimming over the still moving Justice and finding its way into Vi who fell limply to the floor.

Garen charged forwards toward the sound of the gunshots rage building in him his war cry filled with more pain and rage than ever before.

He watched as the sound of the gun blasted out once more, time slowed as he watched the bullet pass through…

"Kids, lunch!" his eyes refocused as he heard the soft voice calling out from the kitchen behind him. He looked down at his Grandchildren, all of them the same worried look as he hadn't spoken during his flashback.

"Kids, come on lunch is ready." His wife stepped in smiling as she moved over to him resting her slim hands on his broad shoulders. His grandchildren stood and rushed to the kitchen to get their lunch leaving the two of them alone, his wife leaned down planting a light kiss on his cheek, her red lock falling to cover the kiss as if it were forbidden to be seen by anyone other than themselves. "What's wrong?" she asked her voice filled with concern.

"They asked about my last game…" he said looking into her deep emerald eyes, sadness filling his voice "I didn't tell them don't worry." He stroked her cheek, his fingers running through her fiery red hair, as he thought, I won't ever tell them, just like I promised.