A/N: Whoooosh. Sorry for leaving you without cookies. :O

Gordoth looked at the massive doors of the Institute Of War. His robe of summoner was new on his body, although he was a senior summoner for more than two years now. His long black hair was hidden by the cowl, his initials were written over the unique robe. As a senior summoner one was allowed to create a robe suiting his likings, initials on it while the colors wich represent the summoner covered the sides. His bag was hanging lameley from his back, full with his personal belongings.

He smiled, seeing the Institute again was a good thing for him. His absence was surely noticed by some friends and champions, let's not talk about Draven, The Glorious Executioner. Draven was his best friend, who suited Gordoth perfectly, because of the endless ego and wish for attention. But while Draven could always be in the spotlight, Gordoth was stuck in the Shit league. Yes, that's right. The Bronze league wouldn't let go of the summoner, who desperately tried to get out of it.

But, that's a topic we will discuss later. Now, we must focus on the bag. The object was full with something, brought from his mysterious trip. He smiled when the content made a clanking sound. The bag was surely heavy, wich was no problem for him because he kept his body in great shape.

The dark boots made the cracking sound when he walked forward, looking at the Obelisks at the entrance. The purple diamonds over their staves shined with power, one that could instantly kill someone with bad intents. The gates themselves were powered by crystals and diamonds, making sure that they will hold at full strength. But they were opened, a greeting sign.

The person on the entrance had a few others behind him. His hair was held in a manner strange and unnatural for everyone, his moustache was curved and only one in the whole of Valoran. His outfit was a flashy one, a lot of collars and white fur over the shoulders. The shoes were one of extreme price, as they were light and pretty, but also couldn't be pierced by almost anything. The strange weapons on his back were the trademarked axes he used, wich could spin at great speed. But, as dangerous he would seem, he was a really good person, at least for those who knew him. Right now, his face was adorned with a happy smile, one of great concern and happiness. This was Draven.

Behind The Glorious Executioneer stood a few figures. One was of a slim woman, who had fox like features, a tight red outfit wich was quite revealing. She had a little bell, hanging from her chest to her stomach and lower. She had nine white tails wich were playfully moving behind her, while her ears were the color of her obsidian hair. They were also from a fox' body. This was Ahri, the well known nine tailed fox. She was also a friend to Gordoth, but maybe came mainly because Draven asked her. They had romantic things happening between them when Gordoth left. That was about a month ago.

On Ahri's left towered a demi - god. He was a canine, although had more knowledge than any of the champions, even combined. This was Nasus, he was the mightiest librarian ever, but also a really dangerous enemy. His red yellow eyes dug holes in Gordoth's skull, but the summoner didn't care. The fur Nasus had made him look like an overgrown golden retriever. But his black staff talked different. His sandals were something Gordoth wore in the summer, but it was quite funny when people looked at him and whispered about the strange shoe wear.

Gordoth was surprised to see a sinister figure lurking behind his canine friend. It was a thing really rare, as this was one of the most famed assassins the summoner knew. This was a personality mad, crazed and at the same time always mocking and joking. The smile on his face made him look horrific, yet friendly. His eyes, lightly blue, cold as winter pierced Gordoth. This was The Demon Jester, one the summoner didn't expect to see here. This was the only champion he used as jungle pick, but didn't summon him often. But, he thought that even that heart frozen to kindness would hold warmth. Shaco probably didn't think so.

Speaking of unexpected figures, the silhouette of a yordle made it quite nice. The cheery figure of Te emo, The Swift Scout was a little surprise for Gordoth. Teemo was a rare pick for the top lane, also serving as middle controller. His blonde fur was short, yet his cheeks were red for some reason. His cat like ears poked through his cap, the goggles he never used covered the front half of the helm. The bag of scrolls was again there. Strange.

Yet there was one special person there. He was Ionian, one that Gordoth had summoned quite often in the short time he was able to before departing for the unknown lands he explored. This person was a strong man. His hair was long, long enough people thought it was a scarf. A red band covered his eyes, the blindness that had cursed the monk for burning himself in the name of his country's freedom. This was Lee Sin, The Blid Monk, and an old friend to Grodoth.

The summoner made three steps and Draven charged. His speed was still amazing, after so many times Gordoth summoned him. His strong arms extended, greeting Gordoth for a hug. The summoner extended his and was grabbed by Draven, who almost squealed when his friend was in his hands. Gordoth laughed at this sign of a friend's feelings. He saw Ahri chuckling, Shaco was hysterically laughing and rolling on the ground, while Nasus smirked and Teemo smiled. Lee only looked, as it would seem to an onlooker.

After Draven held Gordoth in his tight hug, he let go and smiled. Then, hit the summoner's back, laughing.

"Next time at least say that you are leaving! The whole Institute was worried for you!" He proclaimed. Gordoth smiled. The whole Institute was worried for him. He was in the spotlight. The summoner nodded, happy to see his friend.

"I missed you too, Draven!" He said, a wide smile on his face. Draven grinned, showing his snow white teeth. Gordoth walked alongside his friend, greeted Ahri, Shako and Teemo. Upon reaching Lee Sin and Nasus, he stopped. The canine was looking at him with unhidden question, as to where he was, while Lee simply smiled. Gordoth hugged the blind monk and shook Nasus' hand.

"You know, Gordoth, only a few summoners leave the Institute. You must be proud of yourself. Also, someone said you earned quite the Influence while out on that journey of yours. It is enough for two champions of the middle rank, or one of the top. Be shure to choose wisely. Also, I would like to talk with you about your... Abscence." The demi - god said. His paw let go of Gordoth's hand and smiled, then left in his direction. The summoner scratched his beard and walked with Draven to the cafeteria.

"Gordoth!" Someone yelled. The door started shaking from the knocks. It was important. The ex summoner opened his eyes and made sure not to wake Sona up, if she wasn't already waken, and walked out of the hut.

He knew that when chosing the Rift as the refuge camp, he wouldn't mistake. The magic flow, now free from the chains summoners set up to allow battles, was restoring and increasing the grow speed of everything in the forest. This was why he chose that destination, because it would cover their tracks.

His dark robe floated behind him as he exited the hut and greeted Draven. The glorious executioneer changed a lot, because the quest of taking care for the whole camp was a task hard. The ex noxian didn't smile any more. The time wich passed after their leave of the Institute, he was never letting a grin creep to his face. No smirks, no smiles, no nothing. You wouldn't be able to recognize him.

"Gordoth, bad news." He said. The ex summoner's eyes narrowed. What would be bad news? Draven sighed and looked at his friend.

"Ionia has fallen. Only three survived." This was really grim. Three? Champions, random soldiers?

"Lee Sin, Irelia and Jax."