This tale is a true re-telling of the worst one of 4 thousand ranked games I've ever played.
Chapter 1: Champion Selection
The morning was sultry. Though the ground was wet, I could hear footsteps approaching. They were of my comrade on the Fields of Justice this day. A shadow appeared in front of me. With mixed feelings, I greeted Morgana. Though she was devious, she knew to obey the laws of the league and was a strong hand in battle. Overall I suppose one could say I welcomed her as an ally.
After welcoming my new comrade, I stood upon the crow's nest and across the battlefield I saw the figures of Twitch and Gangplank. A dangerous crew that sent chills up my very spine. Little did I know the horrors that were about to take place.
I glanced behind me to see Lee Sin walking toward our gates. I was overjoyed by the sight of the legendary monk. Morganna and I giggled at him as he stepped into a mud puddle and, panicking, smashed around himself in a whirlwind of power...but to no avail. I peered into Morganna's dark, perilous eyes and saw unease, "Why does the Fallen Angel, who holds immeasurable power, worry?" I asked. "He is only one. As am I. Though my power is great, we will need as many champions as we can obtain. We are to fight on the Summoner's Rift today, the enemy will be great in number, but we have only 3 and our 4th was supposed to arrive with him. You know the rules. If our appropriate champion does not show within the allotted time, a standby will be randomly chosen for that summoner. He will likely not be able to empower him the same as his primary champion." She replied.
Our dread grew as the time ticked down to 0. I had faith in my skill, but Morganna was right. We needed every man and ever summoner at his best. Now we had to settle with a standby. Young boys and younger girls cheered as Ezreal exited the meeting hall where standbys perused and made his way to the field. This was not good. Not only is the explorer too metrosexual for my personal taste, but he requires a considerable amount of skill on the summoner's part to keep up with him. I couldn't help but feel the despair of an impending doom already.
I could hear the roar across the field and knew the next 2 champions had arrived for our enemy. "It's the scorpion and the airplane pilot. I can feel their presence", said Lee. Sure enough, once they rounded the stadium entrace there was no doubt. Both were formidable foes. My least favorite of which was Skarner. A sneaky one with lightning reflexes and fierce tactics.
Though my gut told me different, I maintained hope that our last champion would ensure a victory for us. I could hear my summoner discussing something through our connection. "Very well, do as you please", he said. I assumed he was speaking to another summoner. Just then, a flash filled my vision and I returned to the Summoner Hall. "Why have you recalled me?", I asked. "I apologize, Garen, but idiot Jon over here decided he wanted the northern front instead of supporting our troops in the south. You know as well as I that Soraka is a much better fit for the southern paths than you. No hard feelings, friend", He whispered. Reluctantly, I agreed to sit out. Just as the clock was about to strike 0, however, Jon changed his summon to Janna. There was only 1 second on the timer! The rules are absolute! Once time runs out you may not change your summon! My friends in the field were doomed if they did not have a combat specialist in the southern field and only 2 support batallions instead! "Send me back! Send me back, hurry!", I screamed. A flash filled my vision and I returned to the field to the sound of the timer expiring. "I must say, I'm glad to see YOU back", said Morganna.
Time dragged on as we awaited our battle. "Why that backstabbing witch!", said morganna. Just then, Soraka appeared across the field. "How traitorous of her. She will pay dearly for this", I said. The tables were set, and in spite of the confusion, I felt we could achieve victory with proper strategy and timing. After all, they all relied on weapons to inflict their damage, and armor is easy to come by.
Chapter 2: Garen Shines
I strapped on my boots and flew onto the field with a few poultices in my pouch to aid me. As my troops arrived I lead them in. "For Demaciaaaa!", I yelled. To my surprise, as our troops met I saw the unmistakable cloths of the rat. "What strategic purpose could sending Twitch to my front serve", I wondered. Nonetheless, my troops had been through too many battles as of late and needed a moral boost. "Charge!", I yelled as I rushed through the enemy line toward their champion.
As I neared him, my body was engulfed in flame. His summoner called down fire upon me. Not only that, I felt my power drain out of me. I was moving slower and hadn't the energy to move, let alone attack properly. As I retreated to the back lines I felt a severe pain in my abdomen. It seemed a dart had pierced through my leather. "If only I could get close to him", I thought as I patched my wounds. Just then, Billy, one of my troopers, came up with an ingenius plan. "Captain, you come around through the brush to the north and flank him, we will draw his fire", he said. Though he knew the consequences, as did I, he chose his fate. His sacrifice would not be in vain.
The reeds were high and dark. It was a truly shrewd plan and I was completely concealed from his view. "For our captain! For Demacia!", yelled Billy as the troops surged forward. Twitch was nowhere in sight. Was the plan to fail? No! Just as hope was nearly lost Twitch cast aside his camoflauge and started firing upon my troops. They screamed in agony as poison tore through their flesh.
I looked down at my sword. It was a beautiful design that had served me well through many battles. The gems on the hilt enabled my summoner, Blazeise, to empower it remotely. Through our link I sent the command to empower my sword and as it always was with him, the response was immediate. My fist warmed as I felt the power enveloping me through the sword. My feet were light, my body ready. I charged toward the foul rat. Billy had done his part perfectly, he was completely caught off guard as I charged in. "Hyyyyya!", I yelled as I brough my sword down on Twitch with all my might. He was noticably weaked and began to flee. "DEMACIAAA!", I yelled as I flew after him in a storm of furious blows. Before he could reach his tower I finished him off with a thrust through his heart. I was happy to have won my first battle, but seriously wounded.
I returned to the barracks with the troops after clearing out what remained of Twitch's broken batallion. "This should help", I said as I purchased an offhand weapon, a stealth detection unit, and some more healing poultices. With the early advantage I decimated Twitch and his floundering forces every time his summoner recalled him to the front. Many good men were killed during this time. I was not one. Twitch had been brought back from death by his summoner to the tune of 7 times, though. He would no longer be useful for his army as the war drew to an end. Or so I thought.
After I decimated the northern forces, I set to work on their defenses and my troops and I managed to bring down 2 of the main towers in the north front. My work done, I set off to aid our central forces. Morganna had not failed me, she had all but wiped out the first wave of their central defense and I quickly assisted her in ridding central of its first 2 defensive towers. Gangplank cowered in fear of us from inside their main base. He had not achieved nearly enough to be rewarded at the barracks with the same equipment standards Morganna and I had. All was looking well so far, but the mishap with summoner Jon combined with the wild card of Ezreal could be our downfall.
I left Morganna with instructions to defend central and northern while I travelled downriver to assist our southern forces.
Chapter 3: Opportunity
The roar of battle was loud as I approached the south. From behind our furthest east tower I could see there were problems. The tower itself was barely holding together. There were flames coming out of some of the windows as the troops frantically tried to recover its integrity. Its foundation was crumbling. Even the ground around it was overturned. A quick evaluation told me it could not withstand another assault. I rushed past our forces to see a huge tornado tearing through the reeds to my south. Instantly Blazeise knew my thoughts and my feet glowed blue. In addition, my sword was again charged as I ripped through the enemy troops toward the reeds.
As I entered, I heard a long wavering screech. At first I thought it was Janna, but as I closed in I saw Ezreal cowering with fear and screaming in pain as Corki blasted him with his machine gun. Past them, I rushed. As I passed Janna she placed a protective barrier on me. Headlong into the battle I flew. Just as I was about to cut Corki down, he smirked at me. With a quick jerk of his levers, he dodged my attack and bursted his machine away from me. He had made a strategic error, though. You do not leave a comrade alone when they are outnumbered.
I slowly turned my head, my teeth clenched in rememberance of the betrayal, to look upon Soraka. I felt her fear as I started toward her. "No! Please Garen, you know me! I would never betray anyone of my own will!" she screamed. "I will have my vengeance. It is high time you felt the cold hand of death that grips those who temporarily meet their end on the fields, cursed unicorn", I said. "I beg you", she said as she fell on her knees, "remember all the times we spent together. We've saved eachother's lives countless times. We even.." her cheeks flushed as she remembered a distant past "we had a lot of great times, Garen. Please have mercy on me", she said. As tears wet my face, I clenched my sword. "I'm sorry. My duty is to Demacia. I cannot spare you.", I said. I raise my sword to the right of my body and heard it whip through the air...then through her fragile neck. "I'm sorry, old friend", I said, staring down at her decapitated, lifeless body.
Rage swelled inside me. There was an anger that needed to be turned loose. Just then I heard an engine. The miserable coward Corki had come back to see the results of his abandonment. We made eye contact only breifly before he quickly fled. "Not this time, coward" I said. I ran as fast as I could after him. I felt the tower shredding my armor as I passed it, but as my blade sunk home into Corki's cold heart, I found peace. But peace was going to have to wait. My troops were coming! Janna and ezreal had come to save me! I rejoiced at my good fortune...but deep down, I knew their lack of help during the thick of things meant future battles would only be all the more difficult.
Chapter 4: The Fall
We had pulled ahead. The day was won. After returning to the barracks for our army to restock on supplies, we headed out. To my dismay, though, we could not agree on an efficient strategy. We had the upper hand! Plainly. Morganna and I, in an opportunistic moment, had finished off 2 more central towers and even an inhibiting device. I also had taken another tower in the northern field after destroying 2 southern towers following the battle with Corki and Soraka. As much as Morganna and I endeavored to make the final push, we could not do it with just the 2 of us. Our poorly strategizing team insisted upon killing the enemy troops. "They are mere cannon fodder" I said. "We have enough resources to end this NOW. Please end the suffering of our troops and even theirs." To no avail. The body count before this was 25 in our favor, 14 of which were accredited to myself. The enemy had only sent our champions to the depth 4 times. Things were getting rough, though. Every time Morganna and I had a conflict, we came closer to losing. The clock....was ticking.
The hours passed. I wiped the sweat off my face one more time as I saw Ezreal return from the grave. "That is 12 now, Ezreal. Please, assist us properly" I pleaded. He had all but given up our advantage almost single handedly. His refusal to assist our strategy caused a defect from Lee even. "Are you BLI.....uh, DEAF!? We need to strike!" I kept telling Lee, but with Ezreal refusing to help he lacked the confidence for an all out battle. Things were falling apart. The once starved, poor, beaten Twitch now had amassed a formidable armory of weapons and armors. As a matter of fact, their entire team was outfitted properly now.
*TWOO TWOO TWOO* The sound of Twitch's darts pouring onto our team came to focus. I rushed in to once again try to save Lee. I saw him dragged away bloody and miserable yet again. "Why wont you buy armor?" I asked him when he returned to the Summoning Platform. "They have no mages. Please, I assure you you will be better off". It didn't matter. Lee Sin had finally gone off the deep end. Perhaps he had been beaten too much and his body and mind suffered because of it. How else would you explain only purchasing Warmog's Armor, Atma's Impaler, and 2 Doran's Blades after farming 15 thousand gold? "What are you doing Lee? I know you have to money to buy armors. We need you suited properly for this fight. This is their last push! If we don't stop them here, it's over!"
Chapter 5: Accusation
It was unsightly. There was blood everywhere. Troops, champions, wildlife. There was no distinction. They were massacring everything in sight. Lee was standing beside me with the same stupid equipment. He wouldn't even upgrade his doran's blades. Ezreal was flirting with Janna as she aimed a tornado in a random direction and killed one of our own troop regiments. They had all gone insane. My only ally was the most unlikely of the bunch, Morganna. We watched in horror as the enemy overwhelmed our base. Faint screams escaped our troops' pale lips. We stood on the summoner platform and hung our heads.
Time seemed to slow almost to a stop as the enemy lashed out with their weapons and neared destorying our nexus. The end was near. There was nothing left to defend. My life felt pointless. Billy had died in vain. "I failed my men. Billy gave his life for this victory, and I let him down." I said aloud to myself. I raised my head up as the nexus exploded. "There is nothing left for me now. Maybe it's time for me to retire from the league.."I whispered to myself. The sun began to rise on the horizon. It had been a long battle, and a long life, but I felt I would never again have the moral to enter the league. A single tear rolled down my cheek. Just then, I felt a cold touch. Cold at first, then warm, and soft. Morganna had taken my hand. I turned to her and in her eyes I saw kindness, empathy, understanding. She felt the same as I did, I could see it. Not only that, affection. Unmistakable affection filled her.
Her appearance...was a ruse. She cared. About her people and...about me. As the debris from the nexus settled and the enemy returned home, I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. Those eyes...had such a sweet soul behind them all this time, and I never noticed until now. They appeared to glow with fierce hatred and anger, but now that I was lost in them, I could tell it was resolve. And love. Her resolve and affection was so fierce that it made her very soul shine out through her eyes. So amazing. So beautiful. As I peered into Morganna's eyes, into her soul, her wings slowly settled behind her back all but disappearing. Slowly she stepped into my embrace. I thought, "Maybe...there is hope after all."
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