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Chapter 1:

"One more round, everyone!" Gragas cheers on, clearly not reading the atmosphere. The yordles, due to their size, weren't able to handle much alcohol and all went back into their rooms. As for the non-drinkers, they left as soon as they heard the word 'drink up'. The ones that were left were the responsible and irresponsible drinkers.

"C'mon guys, one more rou-," a hiccup interrupts Gragas and he begins to tip to the side. Jax immediately rushes to his side, placing one arm underneath Gragas's right arm and excuses the both of them from the Grand Hall.

Singed sits calmly, sipping on Gragas's famous ale in a corner until he feels the tension in the air suddenly rise. He quickly takes his leave, leaving Ashe, Tryndamere, Swain, Jarvan, Caitlyn, Irelia, Soraka, and Katarina in the Grand Hall.

"This is absurd!" Katarina exclaims, pacing in front of everyone. Her crimson hair sways with every step she angrily takes.

The aura of frustration, anxiety and worry was being emitted from Katarina and it made everyone uncomfortable.

"Child, calm down. If you fret anymore, I'm afraid you will claw someone's eyes out," Soraka states, placing her purple petite hand on Katarina's left shoulder. Katarina huffs at the gesture and yanks her shoulder away from Soraka's grip. "There is no friendly interaction between us, Soraka. Just because we are in the League right now doesn't mean that we are friendly with each other." Katarina growls as she bumps into Jarvan.

"Watch it, Prince." Katarina hisses as Swain inches closer to Katarina, waiting for Jarvan to make one wrong move.

Jarvan narrows his eyes. "We don't have time to worry about personal problems, Katarina and Swain. Citizen's lives are the first priority." Jarvan states.

Swain huffs as he motions for Katarina to leave it alone. After getting a good distance away from Jarvan, the tension in the air seems to deflate a small amount.

"'Who proposed the idea of the tournament?' is the question we should be asking," Swain says, arching one of his eyebrows.

"And 'How are we going to avoid this?'" Ashe adds, as Tryndamere nods in agreement.

"Should we call a meeting with the game masters?" Jarvan proposes. Everyone nods even though no one dares to move their feet.

All stare at the small, sleek screen that has claimed its place on the right side wall of the entrance.

"Fine, I will call the game masters," Caitlyn exclaims impatiently as she speed-walks toward the screen.

"Power on, Technology Advanced Computer Phone," Caitlyn commands while being a few meters away from the T.A.C.P.

The screen turns on, a red light scanning Caitlyn's face. "Champion CAITLYN recognized." The light goes away as the T.A.C.P projects another screen that can be touched for her.

Caitlyn huffs at the idiocy of having one screen project at what seems to be a hologram, but is the real screen itself.

She taps on the button 'call' and the contact 'Head Game Master'. She quickly taps speaker so everyone in the group can hear.

Ring.

Caitlyn taps her foot, staring at the screen with a glare.

Ring.

"I swear if he doesn't pic-"

"Hello?" The Head Game Master answers in a rushed tone as if he has been running.

"Pardon me, Head Game Master, but we champions would like to have a talk with you," Caitlyn says politely, all traces of impatient and frustration erased from her voice.

"What is this about, Champion Caitlyn?"

"Sir, it is about the tournament," Caitlyn answers, rolling her eyes at the stupid question. What else would it be about?

"The only available time for a meeting is in two weeks."

"I'm sorry, Sir. That will simply not do. We will conduct the meeting today, in five minutes, with every game master present. This is urgent since it plays a big part of our lives."

"Who are you to give orders around here, Champion Ashe?"

"And who are you to deny us our right to speak out our worries this tournament will result in? Who are you to force us to do such a thing? Pardon me, sir, for being rude, but I will not risk my beloved people's lives for a measly tournament."

The Head Game Master scoffs "Today. In five minutes. At the secondary meeting area," the Head Game Master states, before hanging up.

Caitlyn quickly shuts off the T.A.C.P. before glancing at Ashe.

"Man,"

"What?" Ashe snaps.

"Woah, I just thought Tryndamere was the angry one."

"Someone had to do it," Ashe points out, controlling her whirling emotions as she walks out of the Grand Hall to the secondary meeting room.

"Let's go," Irelia says, following after Ashe. Tryndamere rushes to catch up to Ashe as Jarvan walks away from Swain. Katarina, Soraka, and Irelia walk together, everyone in silence.

Taking the first right turn they see and then going down the entire hallway, the champions stare at a double royal blue door.

"I will do the honors," Jarvan says, pushing open the doors and walking in with his chin held high. Everyone does the same as they sit down on the plush armchairs and the round table.

The four game masters stroll in with their navy blue robes lingering behind them. The cream colored walls framed the robes more as their leather combat boots stepped on the thin layer of the pale blue carpet.

They all sit down in a synchronized manner, as they do not intend to remove their hoods from hiding their faces. The Head Game Master walks in the same manner, shuts the door, and sits down with his chin resting on his clasped fingers.

"Now, what do we owe the honor to?" The Head Game Master says, his royal blue hood hiding his eyes and nose.

"We don't want to participate in the tournament," Ashe states, her neutral face never twitching.

"You get to play on your own free will," one of the five game masters says in an innocent tone.

"That's not the point. We will not participate in the tournament," Irelia replies, not even blinking.

His pale, long fingers strum on the table, thinking about what to do. Irelia smiles as she notices this. Soraka places her hand on Irelia's arm, gesturing that she did a good job.

"You are going to participate," the Head Game Master growls, which shocks everyone.

"What are you saying, Sir?" the game master sitting on the right side of the Head Game Master asks with his deep voice, clearly shocked by the statement.

"We will not force them to be a part of the tournament!" the innocent one yells. He is sitting between Soraka and the deep voiced game master.

"It isn't right!" A voice of what seems to come from a female exclaims from the left side of the game master.

"Let them have their choice in this!" the last game master, who sits between Swain and the female game master, adds.

Tryndamere, who is on the left side of Ashe, winces at the sudden explosion of complaints.

"These game masters seem to not know the whole thing about the tournament," Tryndamere whispers to Ashe. She nods in agreement as she takes in the sight of the Head Game Master, who doesn't even twitch at the volume of his employees voices.

Swain turns to his left, whispering in Katarina's ear with caution. "The Head Game Master seems determined to push the idea of the tournament." Katarina nods, noting the observation down in her mind.

"Be quiet, or did you all forgot who are you speaking to?" The Head Game Master hisses, reinstating his dominance.

All the game masters stop their ramblings as their jaws drop to the table. "You champions will participate in the tournament with no arguments about it. And do you want to know what the best part is?" The Head Game Master's smile that was growing the whole time he was speaking seemed to grow even wider. His face looked like it was about split.

Jarvan arches an eyebrow at the tone of insanity that surround the Head Game Master's words.

"The prize for this tournament will be freedom from the grasp of League of Legends!" the Head Game Master laughs, manically.

"W-WHAT?" The champions exclaim.

"Whichever team wins gets their freedom!" the Head Game Master states between laughs.

"Does that mean that anyone who is on the winning team is granted freedom?" Irelia asks.

"Mhm," the Head Game Master nods.

"Do you realize how risky that is?" Swain growls, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What if the winning team contains a champion with a murderous intent and-"

"A killer?" The Head Game Master scoffs as he interrupts Soraka.

'We are talking to an ignorant person,' all the champions think.

"Fiddlesticks, Cho' gath, and Shaco are a few of the champions that caused harm," Jarvan lists as he narrows his eyes at the Head Game Master.

"If those were granted freedom, then you know what could happen?" Ashe asks, intimidating the Head Game Master.

"Another Rune War would happen!" Katarina responds quickly, jabbing her index finger at the Head Game Master.

"If that happens, there will only be chaos. We want peace. The reason why you, the League, are here is stop another Rune War from EVER happening!" Irelia states.

The game masters look at the champions in awe as they watch the debate go on. Then, they hear the Head Game Master inhale deeply through his nostrils.

"There will be nineteen teams. The possibility of those 'killers' being in the winning team is one out of nineteen. So stop bickering and get out of my sight." the Head Game Master hisses. Tryndamere locks his jaw in place.

"What don't you understand? If one of the champions with murderous intent gets their freedom, innocent lives will be taken! Not only that! No, people would question the League on why they would let such a person out and then everything will fall apart! Don't you understand how fragile everything is? Everything is just like a finger on a trigger. All it needs are those few words and then BAM! Chaos, destruction, loss, despair and everything else will be released!" Tryndamere yells, slamming his fist on the table.

"Champion Tryndamere, I wouldn't dare to forget your place if I was you!" the Head Game Master threatens as he rises from his seat, demanding Tryndamere to be submissive.

Tryndamere glares at the Head Game Master as he stands up from his chair, towering over the Head Game Master.

"One last chance, Sir. Stop this tournament or someone who gets their freedom might come for your head," Tryndamere sneers as he narrows his eyes at the royal blue robe in front of him.

"You will do as I say, Champions!" the Head Game Master huffs as he begins to walk out. "Meeting dismissed! All game masters report to my office immediately, we have a tournament to conduct!" The Head Game Master makes sure he smiles at each champion as he leaves with his game masters beside him. Each of them has their head bowed as they close the double doors behind them.

Ashe sighs as Tryndamere sinks back down into the chair, lacing his and Ashe's fingers together to calm his nerves.

"I can't believe this," Caitlyn whispers, her voice cracking. Katarina places her hand on Caitlyn's right shoulder. "We can't either."

"He thinks we are just for entertainment," Soraka mumbles as Swain nods in agreement. Jarvan pushes his seat from the table and rises from his seat. He stands still for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm going to my room. We all should. This day has been hectic so rest is needed. We should all meet tomorrow and make up a plan for this.. tournament, okay?" All the champions nod except for Swain, who just delivers a glare at Jarvan and wrinkles his nose in disgust.

Jarvan bows his head. "Good night," he says, and exits the secondary meeting room with his royal grace. Katarina then stands up "I'm going to sleep too," she states as she turns on her heel and walks out, leaving the door open behind her. Irelia, Soraka, and Caitlyn take their leave too, leaving Swain, Ashe, and Tryndamere alone.

"That was a nice argument, Tryndamere. I was waiting for it," Swain says as he walks out of the meeting room. Tryndamere snorts at Swain's remark.

"Nice to know, Swain," Tryndamere chuckles as he helps Ashe get up from her seat. Smoothing any wrinkles out of her skirt, Ashe wraps her arm around Tryndamere's waist as he wraps an arm around her shoulder.

"We should go to sleep," Ashe says, walking the same pace as Tryndamere as they go down the hallway together.

"Mhm," Tryndamere says as they walk down the main hallway. They get to the split up part where the right hallway leads to the rooms for the guys and the left hallway leads to the room for the girls.

"That means let go, Tryn." Ashe points out as she tries to walk to the left. Tryndamere latches on as he walks with Ashe to the left too. "I think I would have nightmares without you tonight," Tryndamere whispers in Ashe's ears.

The dark hallways hide Ashe's blush as her voice doesn't reflect what state Tryndamere put her in.

"Then go have nightmares," Ashe says, her voice still retaining the cold voice she is known for.

"Ouch Ice Queen, you pierced my heart with an icicle," Tryndamere teases as he places a peck on Ashe's cheek. "I will go have nightmares then." he says, laughing quietly as he lets go of Ashe and walks the opposite way.

Ashe sighs in relief, as a smile is now on her face and she walks toward the last door on the left side of this extremely, ridiculously long hallway. Opening the door, Ashe shuts it quietly behind her as every champion is sleeping by now.

Taking off her boots, quiver, and bow, Ashe places them in her closet. She then drags herself towards her bed, not caring about changing into night clothes.

Knock. Knock.

A groan slips from Ashe's lips as she straightens herself and opens the door to reprimand the person who is knocking at an ungodly hour.

"It is 12 in the morning so what do you possibly want to wak-" Ashe states, her eyes widening as she sees Tryndamere leaning against the doorframe, smirking.

"Did you actually think I didn't feel your face burning up when I kissed you? You were blushing, weren't you?" Tryndamere asks, his booming voice echoing down the hallway.

"Keep your voice down! For goodness sake, you are exactly like a teenage boy! Now get out of my room!" Ashe hisses at Tryndamere, trying to push him away, but failing.

"Sorry Ice Queen, I'm not sleeping alone tonight." Tryndamere whispers, smiling.

Ashe, knowing that smile and what it can bring next if she didn't do as he says, sighs in defeat. "Okay. Come in before the other girls notice," Ashe states pressing her lips into a thin line as she steps aside and lets Tryndamere in.

Once he enters, she shuts the door behind her. Tryndamere jumps into Ashe's bed in delight as Ashe sighs yet again as she grabs her sweat pants and a large t-shirt and goes into her bathroom to change. Coming out, Tryndamere has already changed into his night-time clothes, somehow, and is waiting for Ashe to sleep beside him.

Ashe slips under her blanket where Tryndamere snakes an arm around her waist as they get comfortable. Ashe's back is pressed into Tryndamere's chest and her right hand is laced with Tryndamere's left hand.

Soon Tryndamere's soft snoring fills the room as Ashe stares at Tryndamere's ring finger that holds a gold band.

"I try to say this marriage is purely business, but I'm slowly becoming romantically involved with Tryndamere," Ashe thinks as she buries her face in her mattress.

"I need to stop this madness," Ashe says to herself as she slips into slumber.

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