Chapter 8

The Results

Well this is the end of me. I didn't know what I was expecting after a trial.

Freedom? Nope.

A way back home? Nah.

"But as a god damn servant?!" I shouted at nobody.

Heads turned at my direction with startled gazes from the people around me. I groaned as I trudged through one of the many courtyards this place has to offer.

"Well not exactly a servant." A voice said behind me. "But more as a pawn in politics." Yasuo walked into my field of view.

"Oh joyous me, politics. If there is nothing I love more is politics." I groaned. "Is there a bar around here? I need a drink."

Yasuo chuckled,"Yeah there is a bar, I'll take you there because I could use a drink myself." He tilted his head in the direction of the bar and motioned me to follow.

I trudged up next to him,"How long have you been doing this shit?"

"About a year now? I'm not sure. It's been so long that I have seem to forgotten." He sighed, "It's not all that bad, granted it's a bit disorienting at first, but it will all be a blur."

I grunted as we came up to a set of wooden doors with a neon sign above it that said 'Explosive Cask'.

How comforting.

Yasuo opened the tavern doors and we were both assaulted by the smell of alcohol and tobacco. Not that much different from the outpost back home, I cringed a bit from the similarities. Still, the walls looked new and the floor wasn't cracked and rotted away, huge plus there.

But that's where the differences end. Windows lined the back wall away from the door and there was a wrap-around bar in the center with tables that surrounded the walls on the sides. The color scheme was the same too, still that dark depressing gray look. At least it's brighter.

Yasuo walked to the bar in the center and sat in front of a man behind the counter wiping it with a cloth. He was rather bulbous and bald with an orange beard that went down to his chest.

"Why look who came back! And with a new fella with ye. Say, would ye' be the fella that crashed in the other courtyard a few days back?" the big man exclaimed

"Yeah he's the one, I'm guessing words travel fast around here?" Yasuo chuckled.

"Ye' got that right. Come on now, sit! I ain't gonna hurt ya!" the man motioned me to sit next to Yasuo.

I walked cautiously to the bar and sat on the barstool while glancing around the bar. I wasn't about to take any chances for attacks. "Ye alright my boy? Ye seem rather rigid."

I jolted my head towards the other man. "Yeah. I'm fine." I turned back around to check all the corners of the bar.

"He was the guy that was on trial earlier today, he's just a bit on the edge because of the sentencing." Yasuo explained. "I'll take a saucer of sake with a cup of your special brew." he ordered. I turned around after mentally clearing of any possible threats.

"I'll just take the brew." I hesitantly took of my helmet and set it on the counter next to me.

"What is that other thing you got?" I turned to Yasuo as our drinks were put in front of us.

"Sake. It's a traditional Ionian drink. Want some?" he offered.

"I'm good. I'll just stick to-" my voice failed me as I saw my drink. It was a bright purple drink with some carbonation bubbling to the top. "Is that a purple beer?"

"Yes it is! It's my personal ale that I made awhile back! It's guaranteed to knock yer' ass to the floor." the man laughed. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! The' name's Gragas, a champion of the' league and the' owner of this little bar. And what'll yours be?"

"My name is Ethan." I nodded to the man. I picked up the glass and sipped the top of the glass to get a taste. I immediately started coughing from the burn of the alcohol, the taste of wine and beer clashed in my mouth. "Jesus..fucking...christ!" I exclaim.

The two men started to laugh at my misfortune. "I told ye' lad! I never lie about my own drinks." he banged the counter.

Yasuo patted my shoulder, "It's always the first sip that puts people off guard. It's gets better after that."

I sat back up and whipped my mouth of the spit that drooled out. I picked up the cup again and hesitantly took a sip. Just like he said, wasn't that bad. I shrugged and took a long swig.

After they stopped laughing, Gragas leaned on the countertop,"So how did the' trial go? I had to leave after the recess to tend my bar."

I sighed, "Well..."


"This trial is back in session." a voice echoed in the room silencing everyone. In a flash, the men and women returned back to the seats in the front of the courtroom.

"Ethan please stand." The woman ordered. I hesitantly rose.

"We have been discussing on your fate. And we decided that you would be executed for your actions and the disruption of peace here." The man with the deep accent said.

My eyes widened and my grip on the rail in front of me tightened, "That's horseshit!" I jabbed my index finger at them. "I had no idea of what the hell was going on at the time you fucking pri-" I started to yell.

"However," The man in the middle interrupted me,"Summoner Zach had told us what you had told him that night. And we agreed to belay that last decision. Instead, we decided to have you join the league as a champion until we figure out how to return you home."

Dead silence spread across the courtroom. I slowly brought my hand back in shock. "Um, What?" was all I could say.

"You will be observed in your training and you will be participating in a match in two days time." A man to the center left explained. The man in the center turned to the people behind him. "Are we in agreement?" which was followed by a bunch of yes's and yeah's in reply.

"Summoner Venom, Any comments?" The man in the middle asked.

Venom sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I don't care as long he doesn't try to put me in a headlock."

"Woah hold on. Hold the fuck on. Why the hell would I join this organization?" I yelled. "I didn't want to be here in the fucking first place!"

"We are giving you an option to redo what trouble you have caused here in this place." The man in the middle explained.

"It wasn't even me the last time! One of your people attacked me!" Frustration grew in my voice.

"We could just execute you, don't forget that was our original decision. So, do you still want to decline this offer?" he asked.

I grit my teeth and gripped the rail in front of my tightly till my knuckles turned white. "No." I forced through my teeth.

"Then it is settled. From this day on, you are an official champion of the League of Legends, keep in mind of the rules that will be given to you after your test tomorrow. Do you accept these terms?" The man In the middle asked.

"I don't really have much of a choice do I?" I mumbled. "I accept the terms."

"Very well. Champions! I introduce to you, 'Ethan. The Courier' to the League."


..And I became a champion after that." I took another swig.

"I see. Well welcome to the club! Just because you just joined, the drinks are on the house. So drink up!" He filled up both of our cups to the brim.

Oh yeah, joyous me.

I sighed and drank with the two champions absent mindedly listening to them talking about small stories.

My mind began to wander and the thought of the Mojave wasteland popped up into my mind. Not sure why such a brutal place would show, but I guess it was my home. A home full of war, savagery, killing, destruction, and old booze. But it was my home.

A/N: I'M BACK! Kinda... So I'm not gonna lie, I could not, for the life of me, figure out how to make this chapter longer than it is now. That lead to frustration and me pushing this story away for a LONG time. A REALLY long time. However, I do have more motivation to continue writing as much as possible before more like this chapter happen. I was warned of this but did not listen. Anyway, I know I left a lot of you waiting, and this chapter is a bit short, but its gonna be the end of the year soon. So yeah.

Enjoy, and the other chapter is in the works right now