Prologue 2: Thrust into the League

AN: A heads-up guys, this fic is actually a collaboration between me and a friend and co-author of mine named Wandering Letters. So…yeah, credits to him. I already had my intro, so here's his.

Disclaimer: The League of Legends aren't ours.

"What do you mean it won't be possible?!" A college graduate nearly screamed.

"It's exactly what it sounds like. You just don't have the funds to continue the treatment of your sister's case." The doctor answered him as calmly as he could. He was virtually bleeding sympathy for the young man, but there was nothing he can do. Hospital protocol dictated that he paid first. The boy already had one too many extensions now, and all their bank accounts have no more cash.

"DAMMIT!" He cried out in frustration as he banged his fists on the painted cement wall. Face wet with tears, he wept silently by himself. Several seconds later, he turned back to the doctor and wiped his face.

"I'm sorry doctor…when is the deadline before you…pull the plug?"

"We'll give you a whole month to get the fee of…" The doctor's voice trailed off before continuing.

"$100,000." He sighed upon seeing the lad's desperate face.

"I'm sorry Ven, did all I could do to lower the costs. Even removed my own doctor's fee. I've been a dear friend of your family for years now, and I know how much this hurts for you. Don't worry, I'm looking for more ways to—"

"I understand, Doc Anderson. It's just…I just don't want to see my sister in pain, that's all." The youth named Ven replied in a hushed, whisper-like tone.

"I know, son. Cheer up, okay?"

"Sure thing. Thanks, Doc."

As the Doctor Anderson left them for his rounds, he silently entered the room just in front of him. The patient tag had a name neatly written on it.

Renee Maxwell,25.

"Ven? What did he say?" An auburn girl, just a few years older than he, gently asked through the respirator. He turned for a while to compose himself before putting on a forced smile.

"I…Th-They…I mean…" He tried to stutter, but tears started overflowing his eyes as he broke down in pain. The sister sighed and smiled lovingly at her elder brother.

"Come here, you big baby and let your cute biggie sister cuddle you~." She extended her arms and pulled her smile even wider, removing the respirator and showing off her white teeth. Drawn by the love of his precious sister, Ven reached out to her immediately. However, a bright light consumed the scene the moment they connected, returning him to reality.

"Ha…ha…ha…" Ven panted in front of his computer as he was jolted back to life. His head buzzed with the chatter of his friends as he took a little time to sit back and reorganize his head. Staring to him was the Log-In menu of the game League of Legends, just one of the many games that he spent bonding with his sister Renee.

"Renee…" Holding a picture frame of them together in a teen park, smiles wide with joy and hands oblivious to the melting ice cream, he smiled.

It's been three years since her death, and ever since then he was plagued with the loneliness. A double-major graduate in Culinary Arts and Creative Writing, he ensured that no shortage of work nor food threatened him. No counter-measure can be done about his longing for family though. With his sister dead, mother enstranged and dad disappeared, he had no family to cling back on. His relatives were all far too distant either physically or emotionally to deal with him, and he can only meet his friends once a week due to his friends' busy lives, two if he's lucky. If he wasn't in his work at the big restaurant downtown, he was busy writing stories for the games he play, one of which is the League of Legends, a famous MOBA.

With a cool, wet towel covering his face, he slowly drifted to sleep. However, a noise from the door prevented that.

DING DONG!

"Who is it?" He shouted at the door.

DING DONG!

"Ugh…" he groaned,

He stood up and went to the door. Looking through the peephole revealed a strange sight. A blue, horizontal V-shaped helmetcovered a blue-lipped pale head. Ice covered feet supported a long, blue robe with white linings, sleeves reaching until the wrists. Pauldrons protected the feminine body's shoulders, though it looks fit for aesthetics rather than practical use. Finally, braided white hair lined the mysterious woman's back, reaching down until the ice.

"A cosplay? At this time of year? And in this town? Weird. Excellent cosplay though, almost the real thing…wait, when did it get so chilly?"

The knocking continued.

"Yes, may I help you Miss…?" Eyes landing on her, the blue lips curled into a smile as she introduced herself.

"I am Lissandra, the Ice Witch. I'm sure that we will be very acquai—" Before she was able to finish her sentence, Ven shut the door to give some space between him and the eerily accurate cosplayer of Lissandra.

"I've heard of good cosplayers, but this is just insane!" He thought to himself as he fell on the couch, staring at the door. With the third knocking, she stopped.

"Good, she's—" Not even half done, dark ice surrounded the door and shattered into pieces as Lissandra blasted her way in.

"I thought you needed the evidence," she explained, dark ice forming and reforming to make way for her approach.

"What the-?!" he screamed,

A blue light shone from the Ice Witch's palms as he rapidly lost consciousness.

"All will be revealed in time, Ven Maxwell. All in good time." Lissandrasaid with a rather pleasant smile.

…

"Ugh…" Ven groaned as he stirred to consciousness, waking up in a dark pit.

The cold floor was lined in a circular, repetitive pattern, and said patterns were lit up in flame blue.

"Alas, you're awake. Pity you can't wake up on a fluffy quilt, can you?" The British accent was unmistakable as Lissandra approached him from behind.

"Where…am …I?" He almost whispered as he took in the view.

"Beautiful, isn't it? However, unlike the first boy, you don't need to go through the Council." she explained as the door opened and 4 figures entered the room. One had a long beard, white hair, green glowing eyes and a large clock on his back.

"So this is the new youngster. Hello there!"

Another one was a bit small, with purple hair, an oversized hat, and a…fairy fluttering around her.

"Wow, humans are really tall!"

The third one had white angelic wings, golden heavenly armor, beautiful blonde hair and striking blue eyes.

"Hmm, another one has been summoned…"

The last figure to be speak had long violet hair, black fallen angel wings, an elegant dress that has seemingly seen better days (lots of them), and a malefic aura surrounded her.

"He doesn't seem that impressive."

"Zilean, Lulu, Kayle and Morgana?! H-How did—"

"Well, he knows our names. Makes this hassle of an initiation easier to bear." Morgana sighed.

"No need to be so hostile, Morgana. He is just like the new case brought here some hours ago." Lissandra coaxed.

"Yeah, I saw that too! He seems to be a nice person. If he got along with Lux, I bet I'll get along with him too!" Lulu squealed, giggling to herself.

She turned to Ven and gave him a pleasant smile.

"I hope you're nice as well," she giggled.

"I guess I am?" he replied unsurely.

Ven unconsciously withdrew, placing himself behind Lissandra who simply laughed softly at his sudden shyness.

"Cowering already? How pathetic," spat Morgana.

"Silence, Morgana! I will not tolerate your insolence. Do not mind this…pitiful sister of mine; you have no reason to fear us," said Kayle.

The angel offered a friendly hand as he slowly approached her before shaking it with a nervous smile.

"This, this is exactly the reason Relivash sent Lux for the first one. Your dark sister just can't be civilized to others…" mused Zilean, shaking his head in disappointment.

He turned to Ven and handed him a scroll.

"What is this?" he asked.

He still did not move away from the Ice Witch and glanced at her for a brief moment.

"Just keep it and for the time being, Lissandra will tell you what to do," he instructed.

The Chronokeeper then nodded to his fellows as they turned to leave.

"For now, we bid our leave," he said.

"Nice meeting you Ven!" said Lulu with a smile.

"Hope to see you at the Institute sometime," said Kayle.

"Hmph…pitiful human," snapped Morgana.

With that, Zilean, followed by the rest, left. Only Lissandra was left in him in the empty pit. She turned to him and much to his surprise, she waved a hand and the ice disappeared into the air, showing her true self. She was a rather slim woman and even though she was supposed to be centuries old, she looked like a mid-twenties woman in her prime albeit slimmer. Much to Ven's surprise, Lissandra had blue eyes.

"Shall we?" she asked.
"…I've never seen you like this before," he mused.

She smiled at him.

"I've always been like this…you never asked me to show myself," she said as a matter of factly.

Ven nervously scratched his head and some heat built up in his cheeks.

"I just can't get over that damn accent of hers…and now after she removes her helmet and shows her face, it's like icing on the cake that she's a beautiful woman…WAIT WHAT?! SHE'S CENTURIES OLD. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MAXWELL!"

Ven shook his brain free of his thoughts as Lissandra laughed softly.

"You're quite cute when you're flustered," she teased.

She winked at him as she beckoned him.

"Time to take you to where you'll be staying," she said.

A nod was his reply as he followed her through the door.