I've always enjoyed writing so I considered writing a fan story.
I broke off from the lore a little, in which Jarvan IV is a tyranical leader. I'll post the beginning below, let me know what you think ^_^ if it gets a positive result I'll write more
In a time long past Valoran raged in constant war and death. The rune wars devastated the once beautiful country, scarred like the gods had taken out the pain of eternity upon it. When the rune wars came to pass a new group stepped up to attempt to create peace within Valoran. These men and women created the institute of war, and the League of Legends. A giant arena was built with champions from all corners of the world, from Demacia, to Noxus, Zaun, Piltover, Bandle City, and anywhere else a fighting soul could be found. Peace flourished in this land for countless years to come, king Jarvan III kept fools in check, and the leaders of the institute of war funded to ensure a time of prosperity. But nothing lasts forever, and with the passing of the most famed king of Demacia the world took a turn for the worse.
The loss of the king seemed to take it's toll even on the land itself, when the king's only son, Jarvan IV, Inherited the throne peace was lost and the world fell under a tyrants rule. We had few choices once that bastard claimed the throne, Join the ranks of Demacia, or be hunted down, captured, and killed. Even sworn enemies of Demacia, battlemasters from Noxus, ended up defecting to the lands of that fool. Many were captured, but some were able to thrive in the wild, living a nomadic life of travelling and staying hidden. Some lived alone, others in groups. Freedom fighters, or simply doing what's needed to stay alive, we all had our reasons to live but we wanted to give others a reason to fight. Although, I wasn't always fighting against the Demacians, no, at one point I was simply afraid..."