Originally Posted by StormNehalem
“Hey, wait up!” shouted Kallistra, a novice summoner, the latest summoner to be accepted into the League of Legends at that. Still new to the summoner’s annual celebrations, she didn’t want to be late to The Signings, a ceremony in which The League celebrates all the connections forged between Champions and Summoners in the heat of battle.
Most matches that take place are for show nowadays, a main sport of entertainment, but even for show matches can display exceptional and outstanding feats of valor (on the Champions part) and amazing strategic skills (on the Summoners part). Such was a connection forged between Summoner Bob, who attained the rank of “Guardsman,” and Udyr, way back when sections of Ionia were under Noxian control. The two have been drinking buddies ever since.
“Well then don’t be so slow!” shouted back Miles, a more senior and well versed summoner. The two met during Kallistra’s Summoner Trials, the final test for a Summoner to be truly accepted into The League. Miles was overseeing the exams, making sure no one was cheating. Reaching a rating of 1657, Miles wasn’t considered the best, but being a mid-range Gold tier summoner, he was allowed certain privileges and was given certain duties.
“I heard that every champion and nearly every summoner will be there. Its one of core principles for The League of Legends. It reminds us of our duty, and why The League was created in the first place. We’ve made long ways from its original creation, we can’t go back to the old ways of the Rune Wars,” Miles said contemplatively, stopping right outside the entryway to the Hall of Justice’s Central Garden, one of the largest areas of the Hall of Justice. Here, champions relax in their spare time, but its also more common than not that major celebrations and events are observed there.
“Every champion?! Even Leona?” Kallistra asks, out of breath and panting. Miles looks at her with an exasperated expression. “Yes, even Leona, but I don’t see what your obsession is with her. She’s not even that good of a jungler,” Miles scoffs back. All he can think about is the jungle. “She isn’t meant to be played in the jungle! She’s a very tanky front line support, who you could also probably play solo top if you tried hard enough....” “Shyvana still outclasses her in everyway.” “Oh I bet you’d like to get in Shyvana’s jungle, wouldn’t you.”
Miles turns instantly red, going to face one of four large, exquisite doorways that lead to the Central Garden. As they enter, the see tables circling the perimeter of the garden, with food from all over Runeterra. Fresh fish from Bligewater. Cooked and freshly seared Yeti meat from Freljord, something that Willump was *extremely* unhappy about, yet he was assured by the supposed fact that the yetis on serve were lined up for execution anyways. Exquisite animals from both Ionia and Noxus, and even cooked rats from Zaun, something that Renekton kept his distance from. He had too many rats when he first arrived in Runeterra, after the mistake that sent both him and Nasus, his now mortal enemy, to the Institute of War in the first place.
The entire place is well decorated, lights strung all about, with a general festive theme. Despite this being a very solemn event, the atmosphere is very relaxed. Champions stand about talking to Summoners, Bob and Udyr drinking in the corner. Nunu jumping up and down on Willump’s shoulders, happily chatting away with General OddOne. Elise is busy leading a sermon, all who want to hear her just need to stand by her. Wickd gawks over Irelia. Nidalee hitting on HotShot. Mutters something about ‘Mating season.’ HotShot turns red.
“Wow! This is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before!” exclaims Kallistra, taking in all the new surroundings. “I’ve seen champions before in the Hall of Justice, but not all of them together in this one spot!”
Miles chuckles, rubbing his eyes. This is his first Signings celebration as well, he didn’t achieve a rating before the new season came in, despite showing extreme promise in the lower tier entertainment matches. “Please, have some self-restraint. Granted, you’re new, but at the same time, not everyone is acting as you are.” Of course, Kallistra barely pays attention to him, circling around all the tables, trying just a little bit of every food for herself. Being a Piltover native, she didn’t get to experience much cuisine from other city-states, as Piltover is heavily regulated by bureaucrats.
After a while, a man taps a microphone in the center of the Central Garden.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Summoners and Champions, I am Bertrand Wordsworth, keeper of history in the Arcanum Majoris. As you all know, this is a very special event, more so than others. This is where we observe and remember the dark and terrible history of Runeterra, and thank all the champions who have joined The League of Legends.” He coughs, pulling out a handkerchief, wiping some liquid away from his lips. “As you all know, the Summoning Ritual is not something that we use lightly. It forces a being to come to us, and we request their participation in the League of Legends. It is not something that we use everyday, and there is no room for irresponsibilities. Such befell the fate of Istvaan, one of our oldest summoners.”
Fiddlesticks chuckles, standing alone in the corner next to a Nexus shard, in which only a swirling darkness churns in turmoil.
“However, we believe we have made contact with what....could potentially be the strongest being in the universe, potentially....eclipsing any single person on Runeterra, or even a group of people.” The gathered crowd falls silent. The single strongest known being in the universe? Some eyes dart to the nexus shard in the corner, others at Anivia. Some people glance over at Syndra, too scared to stare at her for too long. Karthus is no exception, everyone knows what would happen if he started singing for an extended period of time.
“We will attempt to make contact with this being by summoning them to Runeterra, and ask them to join the Institute of War.” Immediately the crowd yells in objections, the voices of more than 200 people talking at once. The acting High Councilor (following Reginald Ashram’s disappearance) puts up a single hand, the crowd quieting down.
“We realize that this is a very risky move, which is why we have chosen to do it on this day, with all of us here assembled. We are more than sure that with 107 well seasoned Champions, and even more Summoners, as well as the entirety of the High Council, we will be able to contain any threat that comes our way.”
With little further wait, the highest and most powerful of the assembled summoners there begin to chant the Summoning ritual, being sure to set up a magical barrier of the strongest magnitude. Cries come out from the crowd, but they silence as the ritual goes on and onwards.
Suddenly, the entire Central Garden cracks open as an endless purple expanse collapses on its ceiling. The summoning ritual instantly stops, and every champion and summoner prepares for the worst. Suddenly, a countless amount of eyes open up in the expanse, shrieks of horror and terror emanate from the crowd. In the madness, Nocturne breaks loose from his shard, darting off into the expanse.
A young looking girl, dressed in traditional looking white robes with purple accents, drifts slowly down to the gathered crowd. Within moments, two more creatures appear, one with thick, yellow tails and another with two thin brown ones.
As the crowd below silences and hushes down, the young girl with godly and astronomical powers only mutters a single line.
“So the outside world has decided to declare war on us. But don't worry, we'll take this kindness and repay it in turn."
End of Chapter 1.
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