2 Weeks Earlier.
The room was silent. Everyone was in disbelief at what had just occurred. On the floor lied a young man. No one knew who he was nor where he came from. Even his attire was unlike anything they've ever seen before. Each as puzzled as the next the room full of powerful mages all circled around the young man hoping to have their questions answered.
"It seems he's breathing" claimed one mage.
"Shouldn't we report this to the king" replied another.
Demacian mages have been studying the leagues summoning magic for months trying to gain an advantage over their opposition. Still all attempts till now had lead to no breakthroughs. During what was suppose to be a routine summon of an avatar, a novice who was not yet ready had botched his incantation. Normally such a failure would lead to a failed summon. This time however it did not. Well not exactly anyways. The avatar to be expected was know where to be found. In his place however was the young man who was a stranger to all.
"Look he's moving" said another mage. The young mans hands twitched. And soon his whole body. The young man was slowly regaining consciousness.
"Where am I. Who are you people." replied the young man as he sat up. he looked around to see dozens of unfamiliar faces in long cloth robes.
"Don't worry about us. What's your name boy." Asked one of the elders in the room.
"My name... Wait that's odd. Why can't I remember." The male was confused the more he tried to remember his past the more frustrated he became "It's you guys. What did you do to me. Why can't I remember."
"It seems he has amnesia" Claimed another mage.
"Or he's simply trying to deceive us all. Now tell us kid. Where do you come from" Another shady look mage interrupted.
"I told you guys I don't know. It's all of your fault. You had to of done this to me"
"Silence this man is not to be trusted" Screamed the shady mage. At that moment he began chanting a spell. "Its dangerous to let such a person loose. We have to detain him until we know where he came from." At that moment the mage cast a imprisonment spell on the the young man.
"Wait what ar..." the young man could no longer speak. No more than that. It felt as if he had no control over his body. He was scared. He didn't know what to do. There had to be something he could do. Suddenly words unraveled in his head. He wasn't sure exactly what it was but something deep down inside told him it was a way out. After chanting the lines he was shocked to notice his body return to normal.
"Impossible he cast cleanse." screamed an onlooker.
"I told you. There's no doubt about it. This man is an enemy spy." Screamed the mage.
The room was in an uproar. No one knew what to believe. The young man claimed to have lost all memory yet proceeded to cast a summoner spell in front of everyone. It seemed their was no end to the arguing between the mages however that's when a shout echoed throughout the room.
"Silence!" yelled a man as he walked though the door. This man was no other than Prince Jarvan the 4th. Right behind him was two of Demacia's most loyal champions Garen and Lux. " This man has done no such thing wrong and as such I order you to leave him in my care"
No one dared to disobey the prince. Even the young man couldn't say no. Unknowing if it was the spell casted on him or the spell he used to counter, the young man was exhausted. He knew that whatever it was he did it was unlikely that he would be able to pull it off many more times. As if it was his only way out the young man stood up and made his way to the doorway where the three stood.
"Thank you." Said the young man however Jarvan seemed to ignore it.
"Lux, Garen, I want you to keep an eye on this man. I have a feeling He'll play a major part in the months to come."
"Of course" replied Garen
"Still if he really does not remember his name then we have to find something to call him. I know. By the looks of things he seems to be able to recall small fragments of summoner magic. In that case can't we give him the nick name Summoner."
Summoner. Although it wasn't the most creative name the young man didn't reject it. In matter of fact something about it just seemed right.