Chapter 2: The Wanderer

AN: So, here I have chapter two. This chapter is a bit short, but the next ones will be longer. I hope that whoever is reading this enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you feel like, please send a review with your opinion. If you like it, I'm glad I made something you could enjoy. Also, thanks for Altair (guest name) and unnamed guest for sending reviews. I'll try my hardest to make the dialogues easier to follow, and also I'll try to get Syndra's personality right. Xerath will still be OOC though, it's a part of the story. You'll see what I mean (Maybe I should have warned about this in the summary, but I didn't, and I'm too lazy to correct it). Oh, and also, I'm sorry if I gave you expectations about this LuVei ship. It will not have much importance in the actual plot.

A cloaked man walked alone through the desert. Very few people in all of Valoran knew who he was, but the locals called him "The Wanderer". Some said that he was one of Malzahar's cultists, others that he was a champion from the old League, and some even supposed he was one of the Voidborn. However, on one thing everyone from the desert agreed: Whatever he was doing so far in the old Shuriman ruins couldn't be good. And the people wanted the Emperor itself to intervene because, even though the local authorities had tried to cast him out, nobody had had success thus far.

But there was a man who knew why The Wanderer was there. This man was Kassadin.

And he was eating a cup of noodles when someone knocked his door.

"Oh, you're back! What did you find in the deep ruin exploration?" Kassadin said while going back to his noodles.

"A few informations about Icathian rituals. Thanks to that, now I am sure about where Malzahar will make his next move. He wants to open the gate for a Titan."

Kassadin choked on his noodles.

"A-A-A A TITAN? ARE YOU SURE?"

"Yes"

"THEN WE NEED TO ACT NOW!"

"Already done, I just sent you a clone with the message. I am destroying the summoning site right now."

"…"

"Also, you've let your noodles fall all over the floor."

"NOOO! MY LUNCH!"

Xerath was having a good morning. He was spending all his time in planning the meeting with the others, and, when he finished all the preparations for the meeting at two AM, he decided it was time to chill out. And how to chill out better than by doing his favorite hobby? So he spent all the time from 2 AM till 7:55 AM dancing. He loved it. Yes, he never sleeps.

At 7:56 he stopped dancing and went to the breakfast room.

The room was very different from the last time he was there. For the first time since he had finished building it, all the six chairs on the table on which he'd usually eat would be occupied. But the atmosphere was very different from the last time he had lots of guests. That was on a politicall meeting between Noxus and Demacia. It was decided for some reason that he would be a good neutral host. Maybe it was because both sides would be way too afraid of angering the host and paying the price. After all, Xerath was one of the strongest mages in Valoran.

The last meeting had tensions between both sides, but right now, the only tension was a blushing Veigar between three laughing girls. Lulu was also blushing a bit. Xerath was already guessing what had happened, and he decided to let a less serious side of him come to surface.

"Hello, my fellow magicians! It is delightful seeing that you have already grown close. Especially you two, yordles."

"Fuck off"

"Don't swear, you dumb donut!"

"Whatever" From his face, it seemed like Veigar was asking himself what he was doing there.

"Well, I am here to remind you that the meeting shall happen at 1:30 PM. Please don't be late. Yes, I'm talking to the yordles." Xerath teased.

"Shut up, firefly." Veigar retorted.

"What? FIREFLY?" Xerath shouted, extremely angered by the nickname.

"Yes"

After hearing that, Xerath darted out of the room. It was a strategical retreat.

"I guess you won that one, Veigar" Said a happy Lulu.

"Damn right. You shouldn't mess with Veigar"

It had been three years since the fall of the Institute. Neither the demacians nor the noxians had expected the outcome of the Great War that came after it. Nobody had expected it. But he wasn't one to complain.

The world after the Great War hadn't changed much, for no one was dumb enough to use rune magic at war again. Every single mage in Valoran knew what a runic cannon would do to the world if it was fired, and no one would risk destroying the world to win a battle.

But there was one clear change. The void was invading more frequently. Malzahar's cult was being able to use the portal magic with ridiculous frequency.

Talking about ridiculous, the being right in front of him could only be described as ridiculous. Why would any living being be 150 feet tall? And the being also had an equally big magical power. But he could do the job. He was the Ghost. He was the Sandstorm. He was the Heavenly Fire. He was the Unseen Mage. He was the wanderer. And no Void Titan could stop him.

At 2 PM, the five mages met in Xerath's living room. It was an enourmous room with an equally big televisor attached to one of the walls. On the couch six people could be sitting at the same time. In the middle of the room, there was a round table for ten. Each of the mages took one spot at the table, leaving five open.

"So, why did you call me? I'm quite sure that it was not to try to boost my relationship with Lulu, and I know for sure that it wasn't to make me give you an unnerving nickname."

"Well, you're right. I said it was a serious reason, didn't I?"

Everyone at the table nodded in agreement.

"The reason I called you…"

AN: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I had to do it. I'M SORRY! DON'T KILL ME! HOW WILL YOU KNOW THE REST OF THE STORY IF I'M DEAD? What? You said you can write better than me? Ok (sniff,sniff), I'm going back to top lane. (sniff sniff)

Hope you are liking this story. I know this chapter is a bit short, but I thought it was perfect with this lenght. Next one is double the size of this one.