Welcome everyone, honestly I was not gonna release a new fanfic, I know I know, I have several unfinished fanfics already, but this one is different, I read a lot and I mean a lot of league of legends lore also watch various Necrit videos to write this, and I wait until the release of episode 1 of Arcane season 2 to see if it was worth putting this out, and after the premier I gotta say... ¡It grab my expectations crush them and throw them out of the window and they procceded to exploded! I'm really excited to see what riot is gonna do next with the lore I hope other champs get some love like Ambessa, I hope my boy Ryze gets more attention, well mostly because I wanna know more about the World Runes, well anyway I hope you like this thing, if you don't I like to read why in the comments section, also english is not my first language so if anyone wants to help me with the grammar, I am looking for a beta reader, without farther than do let's get on it...

Powers, ancient and forgotten, were the bases for the creation of this world, or so the records state, but every myth, story, and legend possesses some truth in them.

But one legend in particular is the one that holds the most mystery. The Summoners, many ask what they were, it was rumored to be an ancient civilization, a race, or maybe they were gods, no one knows what they truly were or from where their legend originates, is still unsure if they even existed. Tonight, in these ancient and forsaken ruins, these ancient legends will be brought back or created in this world anew.

"Comrades Runewarders, this is it, our efforts combined shall give us closure" speaks a hooded figure dressed in a purple robe, his words directed to a group dressed in the same fashion.

"We are not " comrades " anymore, Forseti, so get to the point, it will take no time for the Sentinels of Light to find out that the Rune Particle is gone" says one attendant, as he looks around suspiciously, even of himself, looking only to the glow of a faint gray light in his only hand.

"Don't be nervous, Jomei, this will work, we will bring to Runeterra a savior of great virtue, wisdom, and-

-Fuck this game. Dammit, why do I always get the trolls or Afk players!? ¡It's not fair, I should be a Challenger by now!" Screams a guy in a shady room, he screams at a broken monitor as blood is dripping in his fingers, the DEFEAT title glitching in all caps in the fragmented screen.

THUMP

The young man named Magnus hit his forehead with the desk as he groans, he just keeps thinking why he is wasting his life and time playing this game, he did not just plays LoL mindlessly, the lore was also very interesting or so has he heard, but Magnus pay not mind to it, and just had watched a few cinematics and trailers for Arcane, call him a normie or whatever, but there is a lot of text to read. Sometimes, Magnus wishes for more, a new experience in the beginning of his life or something, you know, an adventure of some kind, after all he was only in his first semester of college at 15, a great achievement he skipped three grades, in the words of his parents he was a "genius", so they make sure he was as "comfortable" as possible, giving him his own house with a pretty large monthly allowance, but it was a facade they did not care about Magnus only what he can bring to the table. The boy knows he was an outcast not only in his own family circle but in school as well, this was the thing that motivated him to focus solely on studying hoping to get to college as soon as possible and no see them again, but after entering college he became obsessed with playing League, thanks to a classmate that recommended it, everyone can imagine how that went.

With a sigh of defeat Magnus looks back at his broken reflection on the black screen, there is no point of thinking about that, better focus on replacing the monitor, as he goes to search his extra monitor for emergencies, Magnus fails to notice the glitching screen, runic symbols illuminating the dark room. At the same time a storm was approaching outside his house, being the center of a gathering of isolated dark clouds.

…

"Navik, keep in check the connection of the Leyline to the Vidalion, that is the anchor of the summoning circle, also look for the constellation of The Frozen Watcher at this time it should be aligned with the circle. Gragedd, absorb as much primordial Mana as you can from the Glade, use the Bandlerooter to charge the circle, Antole Nycthus how much until the Eclipse Mirror can be used to open a Celestial Rift in the constellation?" The supposed leader of the group orders and asks his comrades, as he looks at Antole and Nycthus both sitting cross-legged on the ruins' grounds in opposite sites to the summoning circle looking at the horizons, their eyes closed in the darkness of their hoods.

"Before dusk of the Terranal Sun and the dawn of the Spiritual Moon, what lies in between the light and the dark, the Twin Twilight will show us the path" they say simultaneously in perfect sync as they were in a self hypnosis state.

"Jomei, take the Rune Particle to the center and ignite the summoning circle" The man mentioned takes the tiny gray glowing pebble in his fist and walks to the center of the circle, placing the particle right in the middle causing the circle to glow.

"Drusa fill the carved runic symbols with your Hemomancy, use Laabrys if it takes too much of a toll on your body, don't risk it" the mentioned woman nodded and takes out a knife from the sleeve of her robe, with only one move, she made a cut on the palm of her hand, she proceeds to squeeze her hand, drawing out blood to fill the five runes that made the base of the summoning circle.

"Let's commence the summoning" with one simple move Forseti takes out a sword he was hiding in his waist, it was a Katana to be precise, the sword was brown in color with a marble like texture and a particular dark blue edge, As Forseti stabs his sword into the ground, the summoning circle emits a pulse, bringing a smile to the man's face.

…

As Magnus was searching for his other monitor, the rumbling of thunder caught his attention. He got close to the window in his living room and saw through the window all the dark clouds and the wind outside.

"That's strange, the weather report said that today was gonna be sunny all day" he says, but just shrugged it off as nothing, Magnus checked his smartphone real quick seeing that the wifi was on, it only meant to him that he can continue to play.

Magnus room was as messy as it was dark, so he decided to turn on the light, his hand was close to the light switch but he stopped as weird flickering light catches his attention, Magnus was pretty sure that the flickering light was not from a lightning bolt, so he looks for the source of said light, Magnus eyes widen, it was his broken monitor that suddenly turned on, he begins to walk towards the light, all senses of self abandoned the boy as soon the light enters his retinas, Magnus gets closer to the light letting go of the other monitor in his walk, this end up falling over his glass table, breaking it into pieces all over the floor room. More symbols appeared on the fragmented monitor, the mind of the boy was processing the light on the screen with a mesmerized gaze.

One arm trying to reach forward, walking closer to the light even if he did not want to move his legs, as much as Magnus' mind fights his body does not listen, making him walk over the pieces of glass splattered on the floor, Magnus walks on broken glass, the pain as you can imagine was unbearable and each step was agonizing, but he couldn't even scream for help, his mouth did not open like if it was stitched. With everything happening in the room, the storm gets stronger and stronger as if the winds and lighting were threatening to split the heavens in two.

…

'Master, use my energy to channel your wishes to the soul of the Summoner I can feel him, his soul is crossing this plane of existence' Forseti sword glows and an ethereal voice speaks in his mind, the veil between the realms was growing thin, thin enough that the spirit in his sword, the entity he dearly refers to as Hoshie could feel the other side.

"How much more time Forseti! I don't think Gragedd can hold the Mana of the Glade any long-" suddenly Jomei's Sentinel weapon, the Shieledge glow this was the signal, immediately he crashes the shield on the ground creating a barrier around the circle, making sure the soul of the Summoner will not slip out and drift away.

Gragedd removed his lance from the portal to the spirit realm, The Bandlerooter, a lance made out from the Bandle tree, the roots forming the weapon were shining in a green brilliant color, giving away just how much Primordial Mana was into them. The Yordle waved the roots spreading them to the borders of the summoning circle, just like a needle sewing a cloth, after the final was set it made the circle glow even more, after receiving a new charge of power.

Antole and Nycthus gaze at both horizons, the Eclipse Mirror starts to levitate above the circle of the ritual and begin to spin slowly, and in instant the two Runewarders gaze the horizons, one witness the last golden light of the terrenal sun, and the other sees the first glimpse of silver glow of the Spiritual Moon, Antole took the golden sunlight and directed it into the floating mirror, Nychtus doing the same with the silver moonglow. The twins were mimicking each other without even looking. The Mirror consumes the Twin Twilights, and a beacon of light crosses the skies forming a double helix, leaving in his way motes of gold and silver, this was the call only to be answered by the legends of Runeterra.

…

Deep into the forests of the Omikayalan in the First Lands, the green father gazes at the skies after dusk, watching it illuminated by a light in the distance. Ivern feels in his very core how Ionia responds in kind, the forests surrounding him illuminated by a glow of their own resonating with this calling.

The appearance of an aurora invoked by a light in the sky, calms down a snow storm in the Freljord, this unintentionally saves many moving tribes of the frozen land. In one snowy mountain top a lonely god frowned to the light, knowing from first hand the nature of mortals, this was bound to only cause problems, Ornn decided to leave after the aurora had ruined his monthly stargazing, but before he could depart.

BOOM

A sound makes him turn his gaze to the sky, out of nowhere at a tremendous speed a shooting star dissipates the clouds. The Old god got close to the crashing side, he picks up the meteorite and murmur to himself as he inspects it in his hand, after minutes of contemplation an idea pops into his head, with new inspiration the The Fire Below the Mountain ignited once again, and the god was back to his forge.

Tremors were felt in the jungles of the Kumungu, and Ixtal was in total chaos, the Vidalion in the center of Ixaocan shakes uncontrollably and the Yun Tal run around trying to figure out what was the cause of all this. Unaware that Skarner the Primordial Sovereign, an ancient sleeping giant, one of the founders and protectors of Ixtal, has awaken from his partial slumber.

The limitless sky of Mount Targon, was not stranger to the celestial light but it will not tolerate pale imitations, the Righteous thinks so as well, Kayle descended from the border of the world within Targon Prime. The angel will rain down celestial flames and purify that stained light and those that created it.

Feeling the disturbance Morgana knows her sister is approaching and looking at the sky she can tell where she is heading, the world is not ready for Kayle judgment she knows this. Morgana the Fallen Angel makes her way to the battlefield, or for a bitter argument with her sister, the former sounding more and more preferable each step the dark twin took.

Blossoming in a dark room, the pale petals of a Rose wither away giving way to a black mesmerizing form, what a fascinating form of fauna, that's what a woman in a mirror thinks as she throws the Rose away, in her reflection appear a pair of humanoid shadows, she nods and the shadows disappear, what a discovery, an ancient ritual and a Darkin weapon, this was LeBlanc opportunity, with this power the Black Rose will not be crushed by the undying grasp of the Iron Revenant. The Deceiver never thought that the Runewarders would group once again and grant her a chance like this, in the past, their help was key to the defeat of Mordekaiser but the group was marked for life by the Lord of Death causing their separation shortly after. None of them accepted her offer to join the Black Rose, but no matter the coven of the Runewarders was the garden for the Black Rose to bloom once more.

The Shuriman deserts pestered from under its sands by the leftover of the Void, the light on the sky reached even the buried and forgotten Sun Disc making it flicker for a second giving it power for an uncertain future. On the other side of the deserts, an ancient Temple below the dunes is enveloped in a celestial glow, the Chalikar an ancient artifact, property of a powerful and Ancient Shuriman Ascended gives its position, asserting that it's ready for use in the upcoming conflicts.

Voices of the forgotten are heard in the Black Mist, but glimpses of light are seen in the vicinity, the Spirits in the Hollow Mist see the light in the sky as a white noise making an image of hope, for their part the Wraiths hide like cockroaches in the Black Mist as the light gives their position to the Kindred, the arrow of the Lamb and the fangs of the Wolf hunt down wraiths and spirits, both hunters give chase for those souls caught between life and death. But even they are not oblivious to the outsider soul that was entering the boundaries of this realm. Both embodiments of death look to the sky. This is a new and thrilling hunt, for the centuries to come.

The Call of power wakes up the fury of a student, and the forgotten burden of a master. Brand from his hibernation within a Leyline feels the power of a World Runes, as does Rize seeing the light in the sky, both of them know they will have to face each other at least one more time, after all they both responded to this call.

In the distant borders of the cosmos, the light of the Eclipse Mirror reaches the constellation of The Frozen Watcher and hits it in the center forcing open a Celestial Rift. In Runeterra Bard feels a cracking sound echo through the cosmos, sending ripples of power that tear the delicate fabric of this universe, and disturbing even more it's already disturbed harmony. Looking at the sky the Celestial entity begin to fly at full speed catching up to the light, with his Celestial Horn he channel sounds making echoes in space, intending to seal the crack in the constellation, millions of Meeps like stars, start to storm the unnatural breach in reality, Bard was stopped as a Celestial singularity hit him, dispersing the Meeps like mere flies. Bard was dumbfounded even if his expression was not visible, only one being was capable of something like this.

Before Brad flew to the rift in the constellation of the Frozen Watcher, a mighty entity in the form of a Dragon was easily missed, as his body was camouflaged by the canvas of stars making this universe. Aurelion Sol batted a single eye, impressed as how the double helix drill thru the celestial body like it was nothing, that made him smile, this was his opportunity. Noticing that Bard himself comes to seal the crack, Aurelion Sol conjures his power and channels it towards the constellation, dispersing any attempt to close the Celestial Rift.

"This is the key to my liberation, and no one will interfere! Now let's see if you burn bright or turn to ash…" Casting his Breath of Light in his hand Aurelion creates a miniature ultra violet star, the Dragon sends the compressed star to the Celestial Rift and placed it right in front of the breach, the dragon continues to spectate as a the miniature star crosses the rift, with an amusing look Sol can wait to see the ensuing chaos to come.

…

Magnus' simple house was surrounded by the fury of the elements as thunder striking the ground and winds howled. Inside his dark room, the light of the broken monitor continued to flicker in sync with the flashes of lightning outside. For each step Magnus took the rumbling of thunder was heard and more blood was spread as pieces of glass were encrusted on his feet, Magnus was dying, he had lost so much blood that his skin was already pale as bones. Finally, after what feel like and eternity his hand touches the screen, and five very familiar rune symbols appear on the screen, Precision, Domination, Sorcery, Resolve and Inspiration, the five runes intertwine with his fingers and energy flow across his body, everything that surrounded Magnus was replaced by a soundless blank void. In the distance, only a gray lone figure was seen in a vast empty domain.

"Hello!… Can you hear me! Do you know where we are!?" Magnus waves his hands and screams, the sound of his voice makes an ominous echo, the boy never thought his own voice could ever make him shiver to the bones, not really a pleasant experience, Magnus distorted echoed voice reaches the other side, the gray figure waves his hands back at Magnus, as if telling him, "I see you".

"Well, here goes nothing" Magnus said to himself, there was not really much to do, in this place he had a sense of constant uncertainty, it felt like the thrill of an old black and white horror movie, but the scene of the killer about to strike was a constant. The atmosphere made sure he couldn't even trust himself, the boy was so desperate that the presence of a stranger made him feel safer.

Even after a long and boring walk, how boring someone may ask? Well, imagine watching the paint off a wall dry but in slow motion, yes it was that boring. After Magnus made it to the location of the humanoid gray figure, the feeling of dread grew, it was his reflection in a giant mirror full of dust. Magnus admired his blurry reflection, without a warning the mirror cracks and glow with a violet light, the gray blur smiled at him and took his hand, Magnus was dragged inside the mirror, his physical body passed the broken glass, Magnus was embraced by something, as he looks to who or what it was, the gray figure smile once more, in the blink of an eye Magnus saw as both of them fall into a bottomless pit, a short gasp escaped his lips being that his last breath on this earth.

…

Falling and crossing to the other side was not a pleasant experience, Magnus falls and sees his body was fragmenting into pieces, in the silence of the pit he thrashed and scream but no sound came, the gray figure continues to hug him tightly, until it started to transform into motes of violet light, Magnus notice that he too was disappearing along with the figure, part by part and bit by bit, he sees the particles that made his very being, shrink and twisted giving way to a new incorporeal form. The feeling of falling disappeared and suddenly he was suspended in a pinch black darkness, in that state Magnus did not feel, smell, hear or taste anything, all senses were gone and a feeling of a dreading void took the place of all his senses.

'I pray you listen… ' the voice of a man is heard in the cacophony of the silent chaos that enveloped him.

'Who's voice is that?' Magnus asks out but his voice is static in the man's mind.

' ...O summoner that answer our call, we beg you to help us, in our endeavor'

'I don't understand everything feels blurry I can make sense of anything'

'Follow my voice and everything will be clear' a soft ethereal voice is heard this time with a warmth he never felt before, full of trust Magnus let that warmth embrace him, an incorporeal limp reaching out to the source of the voice.

Whoever was offering a hand to the boy did not do it out of malice, her intentions were pure Magnus could tell, but the pain that followed told him that it was a mistake. It hurts everything did, even trying to breathe, to blink and especially any movement he intended to muster, his very form was morphing anew giving the boy new life even if he did not want it.

…

"Drusa, use your Hemomancy on the circle. The soul is in my barrier I feel it" Jomei tells the hooded figure that was guarding the surroundings.

Drusa takes her Crimson Ax from her back, unlike a normal double edge ax this was covered in root like veins similar to blood vessels giving away his occult origin, this was a Darkin weapon. Drusa took out Laabrys to assist her with the ritual, like an old day with her cane, her body began to strain under the power of the summoning, at the same time the Darkin trapped in the weapon felt the prying eyes of the outsiders hiding in the shadows. As the ritual continues, the blood pours in and floats in the center of the circle, forming blood vessels tangible in the air.

"¡Continue as you are, Hoshie is keeping the Summoner soul from vanishing!" Forseti called out loudly, dark blue veins began to cover his hands, and an Icy aura emanated from him.

'It hurts is- ah, this pain is unbearable, the summoner is here I share his pain, hurry up or his soul will- ¡Perish! ¡UGHHghhhh!… ' Hoshie's soft voice struggles to communicate.

'Hold on Hoshie, it's almost done, hang in there!' Forseti says, casting his Icy aura towards the soul at the center of the circle where the floating blood vessels reside, the cold blue mist took the form of a small human.

"The soul had reached the state of vision, I will now proceed to bring it to solid state" Navik conjures the shimmering threads that she was using to keep the connection to Vidalion, from below the summoning circle the Leyline open like a eye, the dark shimmering threads emerge from within the Leyline, slim dark indigo threads being to intertwining above the summoning circle, meeting and tangling around the misty soul and the blood vessels forming a dark cocoon. pale violet light rays emerge from the gaps in the cocoon, and a few seconds later, a blinding light engulfed the ruins in its entirety.

The light ceases, and a cold mist spread in the surroundings, the Eclipse Mirror falls like a coin, both Antole and Nycthus collapse on the ground, Gragedd was laying on his back breathing at a rapid pace, Navik even out of air, was quick to check on the Yordle, Drusa and Jomei were breathing heavily as well, both individuals leaning into each to stop themselves from falling. Forseti was on one knee holding his chest, the Iceborn witness as the mist settled, a bipedal figure walked through the dissipating mist, Forseti's eyes widened, and an expression of recognition crossed the man's face. A beautiful woman appears in the center of the summoning circle, Ionian features, large black hair in a high ponytail with a single green lock on her forehead, she was dressed in white yukata wrapped by a green obi, this obi adorned by three brown jade Magatamas. Barefooted she walked slowly, holding in her hands a mantle that covered the form of a sleeping baby.

"... Hoshie is that really you" Forseti runs to the before mentioned spirit, the leader takes off his hood, revealing his braided white hair and beard, his pale face covered with various scars, and a tattoo inked over his left eye with a dark substance, what completed his northern Freljordian features was his only blue eye.

With one hand, the leader of the Runewarders cherished the woman's cheek "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you…" the reunion was cut off by the sleeping whining of the infant in Hoshie's arms.

"Shh, you will wake him up" Hoshie looked down gesturing a soft look to the baby.

"Is that, the Summoner?" Forseti asks, doubting himself, this was the mighty savior of Runeterra? He was lost in thought for a second, will he raise this child to be a weapon. He did not need time to debate that, no, he will not, Forseti was not the Black Rose and he was sure as hell was not his mother, his next thoughts were cut short by an unhappy voice.

"That's it!? we risked our lives to bring a brat to this world!?" Jomei brings up his uncertainty, exhausted no only by the ritual but also of all the sacrifices they made.

"Be silent Jomei or you may wake him up, and don't fret his power is more than enough, that much I can assure you" says the woman rocking the baby.

"And this bitch is back, you always thought you were better than the rest of us, I was so happy the day Mordekaiser break you in half, you useless SWORD at least like that I did not have to listen to your annoying voi-"

"¡That's enough Jomei!" Forseti spoke loudly, his Icy Aura increasing with every word, even if he was tired he would not let the Sentinel disrespect his partner, old comrades or not.

"¡I am the one that had enough, I am not scared of you Forset-!!!??" A change in the air made Jomei stop his shouts, the cold breeze of the night disappeared and a dry heat on the wind took its place.

"Well then? since you are now trembling, you sure you're not scared?" A raspy voice spoke to the group, all of them saw in horror a humanoid creature burn the trees and melt the ruins' soil. Every Runewarder knew who he was, a walking volcano, a spirit of self proclaimed vengeance, whatever you want to call him, he was Brand and apparently he had found the power he was searching for.

From one moment to another, the ruins were set ablaze, the surrounding forest was covered within a circle of intense flames, the message of the pyromancer was clear no one is gonna leave the place unburn.

Welcome back, I hope the reading was pleasing if not I sorry you had a bad experience, but new experience good and bad are part of life, I really have nothing to add so leave a review a follow and a favorite if you like to, so see you around and have a nice day, evening or night wherever you are...

A/N: I am so sorry I don't know what happened fanfiction just cut a lot of the fanfic anyway sorry i will make sure it doesn't happen again