"GET BACK HERE" a bull yelled.
"Come on. Can't you take a joke?"
"WHEN I CATCH YOU, I AM GOING TO SQUEEZE YOU LIKE A SPONGE."
(Surprise! Aaron here. When I stop the story like this, I like to explain the situation so I can have an Emperor's New Grove kind of feeling to the story. As you can see Alistar is chasing me. Yes Alistar… That is all I need to explain right now.)
" You are not going to catch me Al and besides what I did to you wasn't that bad."
"YOU SWITCHED MY SHAMPOO WITH PINK HAIR DYE!" he responded.
"But it looks great on you and I heard pink is the new purple this year."
"RRRRAHHH! YOU MESSED WITH THE BULL NOW HERE COMES THE HORNS!"
Alistar is persistent. He chased me for a long time. I needed to find a way to lose him so I ran through the alleys. Each alley I went through got narrower and narrower but Alistar kept chasing. I decided to turn the next corner but it was a dead end.
"Shit." I muttered. I turned around looking at a pink bull with bloodshot eyes and pointy horns revving for a charge.
" YOU ARE MINE NOW SUMMONER!" exclaimed the bull.
The bull charges at me at full speed I was looking everywhere for a way to escape. There was no hope but then I looked at my watch.
"A few more seconds" I thought.
The bull was almost here. Each step was louder and louder and the closer the horns got to me the more menacing they were. I really felt like I'm going to die but I see yellow rings floating around me. I then vanish having Alistar running into the wall that was behind me.
I reappear on the front steps of the Institute of War.
"Damn that was close. Thank you match schedule."
(When you are scheduled to a league match, you will be teleported to the Institute 5 min before the match officially starts. I doesn't matter where you are you still get teleported to the Institute. You can't get out of a scheduled match unless you have a permit that excuses you from the match and a substitute to take your place. Good thing the spell started when I was trapped between a wall and a pink bull so yea…. Very lucky.)
I wiped the dirt off of myself and started walking up the stairs. At the top was a woman with snowy white hair, wore a shoulder pad on her left shoulder and a gauntlet on her right hand. In that hand was a broken sword embedded with runic symbols.
"Hey Riven. Are you ready for today's match?'
"I should ask the same thing to you having to be teleported to you match The Distant."
"Meh I had to play matador and lost time"
"Matador?"
"It's nothing. Let's get this done." I declared. Riven looked at me like she had something on her mind. "Something wrong Riven?"
"You have chosen me as your champion a lot. Why?"
I paused for a second then answered, "Because I know your fighting style the most and were good friends."
"Friends…" she mutters to herself.
"Hmmm… what was that?" I asked.
"Nothing. Lets go." Riven said.
(Riven and I have been partners (not that kind of partner you sickos) ever since I joined the league. She joined the league on the same day I did. It looked like she had a reason to be here and her eyes showed all of the hardship she had to go through. This interests me. So I was scheduled for a match two weeks later I decided to choose Riven as my champion. We won by the way.)
The interior of the institute was like all of the cultures of all of the city-states were put together in one spot. Summoners and champions alike were roaming the halls.
"Alright I have to meet at the summoner platform so ill see ya later" I said.
Riven nods then starts walking the other way.
"Ok. Lets do this!"
