Time-Zøne: A League Of Legends Fanfiction

by SiriusXsout

In an awkward encounter, Riven, a broken soldier, comes across Yasuo, a man of swift yet precise thinking. Through alien Hextech technology, they get warped to our world. The only way for them to get back, is to find the missing pieces of the Hextech core. While on their journey, they must not only learn how to become accustomed to our strange culture, but as well as to each other.

2. Chapter 2: The Hextech Time Diffusser

Chapter 2: The Hextech Time Diffusser

Riven was concentrated. She was not fazed by anything that was happening around her. Explosions and blood chilling screams of her allies filled the air. Riven was assigned the tedious task of dismembering the Hextech Time Diffusser and fleeing with it. She kept on pulling and unscrewing the complex system to get the core, but it was no use, it was bolted onto the wall to tightly. In a burst of rage and desperation, Riven took her blade and smashed the box splitting it in two pieces. She greedily took the core and shoved in her satchel as she scurried away. She descended down the now destroyed black marble staircase gracefully yet quickly. She nearly stumbled over a pipe jutting out of the earth but fortunately avoided it. However, as she stepped foot past the pipe, an explosion, just inches away from Riven's body erupted. She went def in one ear but forced herself to ignore it and pushed on. The sweat on her forehead gleamed in the white rays of the night. Riven just kept running, no turning back, no sympathy, just as they trained her.

Riven's legs burned as poison pumped though her veins. She was tired and she felt exhausted. She saw a forest in the distance, she approached it in a light jog. As she got closer she noticed a figure. Too short to be a tree, but too upright and awkward for a rock. Upon further examination the figure was drenched in shadow, but a hint of blue was draped around what appeared to be shoulders. Riven approached it, with stubborn curiosity, yet caution and heed. From the dark corner of the sitting figure, an eye opened. Its pupil, staring at Riven, without fear, without anger, just presence.

Riven stood there tired panting, and drenched in her own sweat.

"What do you want?" The voice said with a hint of annoyance.

Riven stood in confusion to what she just witnessed.

"Are you going to stand there?" The voice continued.

"I'm seeking shelter, I'm in the Noxian mili-" Riven responded before being cut off.

Yasuo's blade was at Riven's throat. How he was able to move so quickly was beyond her. What was clear to her however, was that for the first time since being a child, Riven actually felt fear.