Chapter 2

The Expedition

In the League of Legends

Sounds of blades clashing and bolts of magic could be heard resounding though the massive battlefield called Summoners Rift. A white haired woman glided through a large crowd of small purple hooded figures. Some wielding viscous looking iron spikes, others small crystal tipped staffs, and one even appeared to be riding a cannon. She spun through them effortlessly lashing out with a fearsome stone blade that looked shattered and glowing with dark green runes.

The purple figures crumbled to the ground and faded away as they felt the cold edge of the sword. She spun once, twice, and then leapt into the air and crashed down with a ground shaking burst of green energy, destroying the last of the little soldiers.

Riven behind you!

She heard a voice in her head scream out a warning and spun around quickly only to encounter a long blade flashing down at her face. Her own sword was brought up in a hasty block as she saw who it was attacking her. The man was wearing a large shoulder plate in addition to a blue scarf covering his neck and the lower part of his face. She groaned inwardly while remembering her and the Ionian swordsman's strange relationship. What started out as him hating her ended up with both of them crying in each other's arms, wallowing in their own self-pity while rain poured down around them.

She brought her sword up for another block as she remembered her brief romantic venture with Yasuo. It died out pretty quick and nothing serious happened as it was more of a love-hate-pity relationship than anything romantic. They were still friends though, and when they got the whole her ruining his life thing out of the way they found out that they enjoyed each other's company. She started going out with him and the friends shortly after all of this and now she was happier than she has ever been since she shattered her sword.

"Are you okay Riven?" a deep male voice dragged her out of her thinking and mindless blocking. "You seem distracted". She gave a small blush of embarrassment as she parried a stab. "Oh, sorry was just thinking".

He smirked at her, "That can get you killed you know" he responded in a jokingly condescending tone. She rolled her eyes as she sent out a wave of green energy knocking him over and destroying the shield of wind he had formed around him and knocking him to the ground with a dazed look in his eyes.

She spun once, twice and leapt into the air before smashing down on top of him just as he recovered from the stun. He gave a surprised look just before her blade crashed down onto his head, sending him high up into the air. She held her broken sword up while giving a battle cry as pieces flew back, forming a massive black stone runic blade that she effortlessly held with one hand.

He appeared about ten feet away from her in a burst of yellow light, sprinting away at full speed, looking ready to drop at any second. She silently cursed summoners before slashing the air in front of her sending a massive wave of air and green energy hurtling at the fleeing Ionian. Just as it was about to connect he turned around with a shit eating grin on his face and conjured up a wall of wind, dispersing the attack being sent at him before fleeing out of her vision.

She threw her sword to the ground with a very unladylike string of curse words focusing on the f****** wind boy and similarly described summoner spells erupting from her mouth. She felt a pull of magic and a fading in her vision right as she heard the word Defeat rumble across the battlefield. When her vision came back she opened her eyes to a room of people in purple robes and a strange assortment of other "people", some wearing smiles and some frowns.

Riven spied a familiar half naked Ionian swordsman giving her an all too familiar smirk before she stormed out of the door with her arms crossed and a pouty look on her face. A rough pair of hands spun her around and she was turned to face a pair of dark brown eyes accompanied by the grin she has recently come to hate.

"Come on Riven, cheer up it's just a loss" said Yasuo in a light tone. "I know I'm just mad that you survived that last wind slash" she rebutted only half-jokingly. He gave her a slightly scared look before asking, "Me and some of the other champs are going to Graggy's tonight if you want to come?"

"Sure!" she responded in an excited tone. "But I'm mad at you for not getting killed". He gave her the same look accompanied by a smile before starting to head back to the Ionian dorms. "And don't get me too drunk this time" the white haired girl yelled after him. "I'm not getting back in that bunny suit!"

"No promises" he yelled back before turning a corner and disappearing from her vision. That guy, she muttered to herself as she started to walk in the general direction of her room to prepare for the night.

Meanwhile in the High Summoner's Office:

"Ezreal" addressed high summoner Vessaria Kolminye. "I have a proposal for you". The young blond man in front of her gave her a look that said he is interested. "We have detected a massive magical disturbance in the Shurima Desert and would like you to lead an investigation along with a select few other champions and a team of high level summoners to examine it". "Okay" he responded almost a little too quickly. She raised an eyebrow at the blond man in front of her. "You accept? No bargaining, no catches" she asked in a questioning tone. "Yeah, I'm getting a little bored just sitting around here killing people and getting drunk". "Any other reasons?" the high councilor asked. "Nope" he said cheerily. There was a moment's pause before he spoke again, "It also sounds like fun, plus there might be cool ruins and artifacts" he stated in the cheery tone.

"Very well. I will contact and assemble the rest of the team. Expect to leave within a months' time" she stated before returning to the piles of papers and scrolls on her desk. "You are dismissed".

"Thank you high councilor, I look forward to it" said Ezreal before he exited her office.

The Abandoned City of Oasis:

Dust skipped all of his normal combat training in favor of studying the rest of the scrolls in his house in the days following the incident with the magic surrounding the city. He had developed an incredible arsenal of spells over his millennia of imprisonment and his new discovery of the fading shield surrounding the city inspired him to finally test his limits. He studied, learned and perfected every spell known to the city and even he didn't know how immense his reserves of power went.

Standing up, he began his walk to the area of the barrier that his hand had sunk into. On the way over he wondered if it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He knew he wasn't completely sane anymore but he still had control over his mind and body, even if the insanity was always there on the edges of his mind and occasionally making him see illusions and mirages. Dust pushed these thoughts away as he got closer to the edge of the city, he wasn't going to be discouraged of the first hope he has had in over two thousand years.

The familiar wall of orange magic brought him to attention as he approached it with his hand out. He closed his eyes and turned his head as his fingers got closer to the barrier, hoping and wishing more than he had ever before that what he saw and felt was real. His skin touched, and the magic yielded and pressed outwards. He jumped up and pumped his fist with a loud victory cry. For the second time in his imprisonment, Dust felt hope, hope and happiness.

Getting over his short triumph and mini victory celebration he walked a short distance away from the wall and took a deep breath. His withdrew his scimitar and dagger, placed them together and pointed them at the wall. Focusing and digging into his massive mana reserve he sent energy surging into the steel until it was surging with orange magic and flowing around his body. Dust blasted forward in a human missile of energy tipped with a set of razor sharp steel blades straight at the wall. The impact would have been able to be heard across all of Shurima if not for the cloaking abilities of the shield. He lay there dazed holding his blades, completely exhausted from the effort of shooting himself and glanced up at the point of impact. He gave a small frown until he noticed something; a small spider web like crack had formed and was spreading. A piece fell out of the wall and dissipated into the air.

I've done it, Dust yelled excitedly in his mind. He broke the wall, freedom was possible. These thoughts raced through his mind right before he faded into unconsciousness.

Yay Chapter 2, I'm supposed to be studying for finals right now, but never mind that, I'd rather write a mediocre fanfic. Follow, Fav and Comment, thanks if you read it. PM me with suggestions to the story. Next chapter Dust will actually become involved with the league. It'll hopefully make more sense soon, or not but thanks for reading again. I'll try to update soon.