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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is about the story of the League Champion Kennen. The reason I decided to do this is because I was interested in...I won't reveal my villain yet! But I do know that he is interesting because this antagonist is shrouded in mystery and I feel like I need to bring him into the light by writing this story. And why Kennen as my main character? Because he is my favorite champion.
What I found out while I was tying out the story is that it is very hard to create dynamic characters. Some of the very well known dynamic characters are like Teemo. Teemo is the welcoming yordle when not in combat and an unrepentant foe when he is in combat. Some are just flat characters like Swain, Sion, Xerath, and others. In fact, many League Champions are flat characters unless I give them finesse characteristics. Tristana, one of my protagonists, is only conceived as a happy-go-lucky yordle unless I give her other characteristics. So is Swain, the usual arrogant and proud general. But with this fan fiction about Kennen, I hope I can make a great story that can be equal to others such as Dragon Rising, Wounded, Pheonix Sun, The Rose of Deceit and many more great meaningful stories.
The fight scene and love scenes are very hard too. Unlike the movies where they choreograph them, the fight and love scenes in novels are chaotic in a sense. They're not like Pokemon; the feeling of the characters as well as the situation apply to many love and fight scenes in many novels. And that is how I hope to replicate it. Hopefully by through constructive criticisms and advises from the readers of this story that my story can be polished and come out great to you all!
It is 10:30 PM. Or so Jericho thinks. I missed my dinner, Jericho Swain thought as the carriage rolls down the rocky road. It is raining and the Master Tactician could not see anything outside his window, only pouring water and darkness.
I bet the yordles already ate the sundae - he surmise - I guess we're going to eat leftovers once we arrived at the League.
Swain's friend and colleague, Emilia LeBlanc, is lying down on the seats with her head on the pillow. With a desire to pass time, he picks up a newspaper and scans through the pages. As he shuffles through a few pages, looking at daily news and occasionally chuckles about Kinkou jokes, an article called the The State of War in the Political, Military, and Economic Views catches his eye. The article is an interview between journalist Grant Abadeen and the Demacian Fleet Admiral Rachel Mevanen.
"So Mevenen. You talked about how a city-state's military is influenced by politics and economy. Tell me, if there would be an imbalance in either the political status or the economic status, how would it affect the nation as a whole?" Grant questioned.
"A nation runs on three aspects. Military, politics, and economy. If a nation goes to war against another without a full military, political will, or an economic plan, the nation will fall," the Demancian admiral answered.
Yes, everybody should know that, Swain continues to read on.
"You talked about how a city-state's military is influenced by politics and economy. Tell me, if there would be an imbalance in either the political status or the economic status, how would it affect the nation as a whole?" Grant questioned.
"A nation runs on three aspects. Military, politics, and economy. If a nation goes to war against another without a full military, political will, or an economic plan, the nation will fall," Heimderginer answered.
"Can a nation fall into collapse from within?"
"Indeed, through civil war. There would have to be an imbalance in the political status of a city-state in order to start the civil war. The second Rune War was caused when the heirs to Demacia started to fight over for the throne. It quickly escalated into becoming a global war."
"Can any nation fall like that so easily?"
"Of course. There has been some studies about Noxus and its political, economic, and military status."
"Interesting. So what about Noxus?"
Yes. What about Noxus? Jericho ponders.
"I have been hypothesizing about a Noxian Civil War. Remember that Noxus is a stratocratic government."
"You mean a military government?"
"Yes. The only possible way that Noxus can tear itself up into a civil war is if there is a general or admiral within Noxus that has the political will and military talent like Jericho Swain."
"I don't follow."
"Noxus is a military government. The positions held there are military commanders. Swain currently is the Grand General. Anybody with military talent and an ambition can start a civil war. Take the League Champion Talon for instance. He still owes his allegiance to the late General Du Couteau. If General Du Couteau is still alive and for whatever reason defects to Demacia, Talon and the rest of his armies that he commands will follow. My theory is that the armies swear their allegiance to the generals, not to Noxus."
The thought of a Noxian Civil War unnerves the Master Tactician. He has been in power for some time. He has seen the loyal soldiers dying in the name of Noxus. How could they ever betray their own country to follow some other general? The though of betrayal is illogical in his sense. Noxus is strong and there is no way that his country can fall apart simply like that. Swain immediately closes the newspaper and disturbed by that thought, he looks at the jokes section to clear it out.
Time has passed and even Swain could not keep his eyes opened. He was drifting towards sleep. A sudden jolt from the carriage shakes him back awake. For a short time, Swain is on high alert, looking constantly through the window. But the dark, gloomy, rainy horizon and the rocking of the carriage causes Swain to slowly fall asleep.
The carriage stops. Swain is still asleep with his head resting on the window. It is still dark, he does not know the time, and it is still raining. Swain is deep asleep when LeBlanc nudges him out of his sleep. "Wake up," she whispers. "We're here already?" the half-awake Swain asks. LeBlanc shakes her head. He checks the window through the curtains. The rain has been heavier. LeBlanc knocks on the wall behind her. "Driver?" she asks. No response. "Driver?" she asks again. Still no response. She pounds on the door loudly. "Driver!?" she screams. No response. Jericho decides to asses the situation. He opens the door, grabs the umbrella, and steps outside. As he steps outside, lightning flashes showing a pool of blood under Swain's feet. The two are alarmed by this and feared for the worst.
Swain inches closer to the driver. "Be careful out there," LeBlanc warned. But just as Swain is about to touch the driver, he swings his cane around fiercely. He strikes at the hooded figure, turns around only to see another hooded figure in front of him. As the figure pulls out his sword, a magical force sends it flying outward on the side. LeBlanc then rushes out of the carriage and warns him, "They're assassins!"
Swain glances at the driver who received deep wounds in his face and chest. The assassins lost their element of surprise. With their initial engagements with the Master Tactician resulted a loss, the two are forced to attack them head on. And this is the fight Jericho wants.
"LeBlanc. Engage the one on the right. I will engage the left."
Swain's enemy charge at him with a diagonal slash but the Master Tactician was quick and cunning and in a split second, he dodges the incoming slash. Wasting no time, he counterattacks with a quick strike on the head using his cane. His assassin falls down to the mud. Swain senses an early victory but his prediction falls short when the assassin comes back up to engage him once more.
LeBlanc's assassin opens a dark book and starts chanting a spell. She recognizes the words coming out of his mouth. The ignition spell. How classic, she thought in her mind. Using the distortion spell, she lunges at her opponent with great speed. In response, the mage assassin concocts a shield spell that blocks her distortion but the deceiver has more tricks up in her sleeve. LeBlanc quickly throws out a Sigil of Silence at the mage. The shield spell blocked the distortion but it could not block the silence spell and the mage is knocked back into a certain distance from her. Another Sigil of Silence shoots out of the staff to silence the assassin once and for all but in one quick spell dash, he barely escapes.
With each attempting blow the assassins throw, the Noxian champions counter with their strikes and lunges. At one point, Swain's enemy attempts to make a jump slash at LeBlanc, which she dashes below the jumping assassin and strikes him from the behind. But there is no real advantage to either side. The Master Tactician realizes that each counterattacks he and Emilia makes tires themselves. Worse, the attacks of the assassins intensify with furious speed. With no alternative solution, Swain can only think of a retreat.
"Grab the horses," says Swain, "We have get out of here!"
As the two make their escape, Swain takes one glance at his enemy assassin. His broach. It holds a Noxian symbol. This does not make sense, thought Swain in his mind. He temporary halts to get a better look see at his enemy. Lightning flashes and in the bright thunderous light shows something different about the Noxian symbol. But with time wasting, Swain and his horse gallop out to safety.
What Swain can remember from that broach his assassin carries was an oddity to him. It bore a two swords instead of the standard ax and hammer. The gem is white and in the middle is a black ominous flame. He could not shake away the thought. "Who were those men?" Emilia asks.
"I don't know," Swain replies, "my answers will lie within the League itself."
As they gallop in the torrential rain, lighting and thunder flashes.
End of Introduction
NOTE 1: I hated the title from the previous thread where I was supposed to introduce my main story. So I decided to make a new one (don't know if it's against the rules or not) so that there could be a correct title for the story. Plus, I can't edit the title for some reason. I can delete this thread if I can change the title to whatever I can make it to. The problem is, I don't know how... The link is here to the old thread: http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/showthread.php?p=28654606#post28654606
Swain's book room is dusty everywhere. Shelves filled with ancient texts, scrolls, and occasional comical joke books take up the walls. The atmosphere is seems quiet. There is a giant arch-shaped window where outside, rain continues to pour down. The carpets, couches, and desks are Noxian themed. The floor and the ceiling are dark purple.
Inside the room are Shen and Akali, Kennen's longtime companions. The Fist of Shadows and the Eye of Twilight are pacing back and forth, as the Heart of the Tempest sits still with his legs crossed. Next to the giant window is the leader of the League, High Councillor Marcus Aurelius. Sitting in one of Swain's chairs, his mood is not a jubilant one, as he crosses his arms and legs, eyeing on the little yordle. Outside Swain's office are the screams of panicked champions and summoners. Never has Kennen been more in trouble than ever before.
"You have gone too far this time, Kennen!" Akali starts to rant, "Your pranking antics have to stop!"
"How many times do I have to say 'I'm sorry'?" the yordle groans.
"Sorry does not even comprehend what you did at dinner, Kennen!" Marcus Aurelius raises his voice as he stands up to approach to Kennen, "look at what you have done! Every champion is running amok thanks to the stunt you pulled!"
"I didn't do nothing wrong!" He nervously chuckles but the stern eyes of the ninjas and the High Councilor shuts it.
"Well, let's see," Marcus starts to list, "you put blood sucking termites in the deserts, you let loose Baron Nashor at the entire mess hall, and you filled Katarina's bras with itching toothpaste."
"It's not that half-bad!" Kennen retorts.
The Kinkou ninjas and the High Councilor quickly gave him a stern look.
"Kennen, when we entered the League, your duty is to ensure balance to the world, not to play cruel pranks at other people," Shen states. He stops pacing back and forth to take observation at the yordle now mumbling to himself in a peevish attitude. Kennen says no word.
A drenching Swain enters the office. Besides him is Tristana, one of the few champions that has not been affected with all the chaos happening in the halls. Swain's pet raven Beatrice sits on Tristana's head. The Master Tactician closes the door behind him. There was a moment of silence as thunder and lighting flash at the giant window. Outside, he can hear the screams of Jarvan IV echo, "Stop touching your boobs and help us!"
"So," Swain enters the conversation eyeing on the yordle, "Kennen, the Heart of the Tempest. He who is to Course the Sun. Sitting in the middle of my office," he pauses for a moment, then continues, "what did you do this time?"
Shen starts to answer, "He put blood sucking termites in the deserts, let loose Baron, and-"
"And made Katarina scratch her own bosoms?" Jericho finishes.
One can hear Emilia LeBlanc scream on the top of her lungs, "I did NOT come back to the League soaking wet and tired, just to fight that smelly overgrown beast!"
"What are we going to do, Kennen?" Akali demands. "We're already tired punishing you again and again. Do we have take you out of the League for you to learn your lesson?"
"No, no, no! Please!" Kennen plea.
"The League prohibits that, Akali," Swain says.
"Maybe not, but I'm ready to get rid of him through execution," Marcus says with a nettled expression.
"What!? No! Please!" Kennen grabs Shen's legs.
"What are we going to do with you then!?" Shen raises his voice. Kennen starts to whimper.
Silence fills the room. The rain intensifies even more and thunder booms from the distance. At the outside halls, screams and battle cries of champions ring throughout the office. Nashor's snarl can be heard.
"I'll choose the punishment this time," Jericho volunteers. The people around the room turn and look at him. "I've been in the military before," he continues, "I know how to deal with immature beings like him."
"It's gone from desperate to completely desperate," Akali says.
"Shen. Akali." Then he turns to the High Councilor. "My good High Councilor. All of you must rest."
"What about Baron?"
"The champions can deal with that mess. Kennen. Tristana. Do not move. I will put on my nightgown."
The ninjas and the High Councillor exit the office and close the door behind them. Swain enters through the other door to his bedroom to change. Kennen and Tristana are alone. No one else is in the book room right now. Whether she knows it or not, she fells that Kennen needs a company. Kennen turns around to see Tristana's sweet face looking back at him.
As she approach Kennen, he remembers the first time he laid his eyes on the Megling Gunner. When he first entered the League, he remembered seeing Tristana with her rocket launcher walking across the hall. She was weary but energetic from the last battle. He could see her sitting down in the halls, fixing her hair to make it straight. She was fixing her weapon when Tristana noticed that she needed a screwdriver to fix it. Seeing that as the perfect time, Kennen rushed to the engineer's closet and grabbed the tool that she needed. But as he came back, he was heartbroken to see Teemo lending her a screwdriver of his own. As Teemo and Tristana worked together in fixing her launcher, Kennen looked away from a distance, behind a column, hoping that Teemo would leave. But they exit the halls together, leaving an invisible Kennen out in the cold. But tonight, it is only him and her. He has to talk to her somehow, but he does now know how to start it.
The two couldn't help but smile like little kids in a playground. Then she places her hand over Kennen. "I wanted to say hi but everybody was onto you. Sorry about that."
"That's okay," he replies solemnly.
"Hey. Don't be so blue."
"It's turning into a lousy night."
"It will get better."
The two spoke nothing else. The air is quiet. Even the outside has no noise, which could probably mean that Baron is gone. The storm outside quell to just gentle raindrops. Kennen tries to slowly touch her hands but at the last minute withdraws his hand away from her. "What is it Kennen?" she asks. He didn't answer.
"CAW! He's in love!" Beatrice breaks the silence.
Kennen throws a fit, "Will you shut up!?"
Swain enters the room in his midnight green nightgown. Beatrice circles around the room slowly and and descends to Swain's shoulders. Jericho looks at the young ninja with keen interest.
Jericho, in an crescendo voice, sentences out Kennen's punishment, "I will tell you this, Heart of the Tempest. I am in the Noxian military. The punishments and my own are fierce and unrepentant. Whatever punishments the League and the Kinkou Order do not hail to what Noxians do to their own prisoners. Releasing Baron Nashor to wreak havoc would have equaled into a death penalty, especially for a yordle. You would have been chained! You would rot in prison with nothing to eat but your own feces and urine! Then once miserable, they will take you to the edges of the city! They will bring out the whip, flog your back four hundred times and four hundred more! Your blood would have been dripping on the cliffs of the city! You beg for mercy; you will only receive pain! Your flesh would have been feast to the carrion birds once you lay DEAD or DYING!" He then reaches for his cane and points the end to the yordle. "And I could do it now. In front of Noxus, in front of your Kinkou Order, in front of the League! Know, oh Heart of the Tempest!-" He pauses for a moment and raises his cane.
Kennen closes his eyes, with fear quaking every part of his body, waiting for the cane to strike him. Tristana goes in front of the ninja, waiting to receive the blow that will descend from Swain's countenance. But Jericho never intend to punish the young yordle. His sentence is said; he has Kennen begging for mercy. Satisfied, he puts the cane down on the table. His countenance diminishes and his voice transitions to a relaxed, fatherly state. "Know, Kennen, that I will not punish you tonight. You're an innocent boy with a great duty to serve Valoran. Do not forsake your duty with the kind of attitude and behavior you showed right now to your fellow comrades and the High Councillor." He turns to Tristana and gives her the money. "Thank you for taking care of Beatrice." His head now focus on Kennen. "You are not punished. Though I cannot send you back to your room. There are patrolmen and Alistar walking in the very halls right now. If you're caught by them, the Kinkou will know. You will have to stay in my office for the night."
The yordles could not believe it. This is not the Noxian who would normally deliver punishments without mercy. For Tristana, it would be insane for a Noxian, who normally are anthropocentristic citizens, to give yordles a sigh of relief. For Kennen, he is glad that he won't be punished. Both of them, with their own reasons, thanked the Master Tactician. Tristana leaves the room but not before quickly glancing at Kennen, who is mesmerized at how cute and energetic her face is. When she closes the door, Kennen is alone, with a giant human looking at him and a mocking raven.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Kennen asks.
"There's the couch," Swain replies, pointing to the purple couch on the corner.
"But what about the bed?"
"I'm not sharing it," he says. Then he finishes with a "night!" before slamming the door quickly.
Kennen and Beatrice are all alone. He isn't tired yet but he cannot leave the room or risk getting caught by summoners and a giant Minotaur. With nothing else to do, Kennen reaches into the book shelves, sits down, and starts reading Boram Darkwill: The Dark Legacy by the famed Ionian commander, Gaisun Caetzu.
End of Chapter 1
I felt like at the last parts of chapter 1, I started to rush it. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
Because the cafeteria was destroyed last night by Baron Nashor, all the champions have to get their breakfast from the main hall. Though they cannot eat at the fancy tables and decorated chairs, the food served at the League of Legends tastes better than any other food across Valoran, whether homemade or served at a restaurant.
9:37 AM, the grandfather clock says, and the food is still steamy and fresh. Jericho, along with his Noxian supporters Emilia LeBlanc, Darius, Katarina and Cassiopeia Du Couteau, are eating around the bed. They would have been eating at the dinner table inside Swain's book room, that is if Kennen was not snoring loudly under a pile of books.
Except for Jericho, the Noxian elite converse about something they temporary detest more than Demacia: Kennen. "When that ******* wakes up," the vulgar Katarina mouths, "this knife will be going up in his ass! Do you know how much I itched last night!?"
"I come back in horseback, drenching wet," Emilia speaks, "only to find my dress cabinet at Baron's mouth."
"Whenever he doesn't kill us at Summoners Rift, he pranks us," says Darius.
Katarina grabs the Journals of Justice. While she is reading the news, the other champions turns to face her, observing how she slowly tightens her grip on the edge of the newspaper. She starts to mutter the words printed on the news but the others could not understand her. When she was done reading, she wads up the newspaper and throws it all the way to the lamp, right next to Draven. As the executioner straightens the newspaper, he starts to read out loud:
"Heart of the Tempest Unleashes Prank Chaos. By Kaldera Carnadine. Baron Nashor wreaks havoc on the cafeteria of the Institute of War late last night as Kennen's original prank to put termites in deserts spiraled out of control. The other champions first ran for cover when Baron suddenly trashes the place. The sexually-" he starts to chuckle "-perverted Katarina, traumatized by the events, starts touching her own bosoms-" his announcement is cut short as Katarina leaps up to grab the newspaper, crumbles it, and throws it into the trash. The other champions look in speculation at the seething Sinister Blade. "You're reading from the jokes section!?" she screams with a temperamental face.
"The Joke of the Day!" Draven cracks up, "I'm tellin everybody!" Draven gulps down what's left of his plate and rushes out of Swain's bedroom laughing like a maniac.
"DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" Katarina's anger has reached past her boiling piont, "you get your ass back in this room this instant!" And she storms out of the room, cursing at Draven.
The air is once again still and quiet. The sun steadily climbs up into the sky. After Katarina stormed out of the room, the champions left said nothing, bewildered about Katarina's anger issues. Outside in Swain's book room, Kennen snores loudly, then unconsciously places a book over his head. The guy is a heavy sleeper, Darius observes in his mind.
Cassiopeia resumes the conversation, "Now that my hothead sister and your bling-bling brother is gone, let's talk about something else." She takes a glass of wine and slowly starts drinking it whole.
"I'm wondering," Darius starts, "what happened with you and LeBlanc, Swain?"
"It is something I do not want to mention, Darius," LeBlanc answers.
"You both were supposed to come back to the League in a carriage and instead were on horseback, tired, beaten, and drenched. Looking at the bruises you both received while I was fighting Baron, it seems you were-" the Hand of Noxus pauses for a moment, "-ambushed on the way."
"Ambushed?" Cassiopeia gains interest in Darius' theory.
"He is right," says Jericho, "our driver was killed by two hooded men. They have said nothing like darkness. We fought back but their skills in combat proved better than ours."
Silence fills the room as the three other champions turn to listen to the Master Tactician.
"We were outmatched. The assassins were better equipped and better trained than our own. If Katarina and Talon dueled against them, they would have been dead. We would try to strike, they would regroup and counterstrike. And while I was fighting my enemy, it seems like my opponent was intensifying its speed and attack, as if he suddenly have another arm with a dagger on his hand. That is how furious the assassins are. The only viable option I can muster is reteat. We grabbed the horses and fled back to the League."
Darius pauses for a moment and asks Swain about the identity of the assassins.
"I don't know who they are. I did see their emblems. It is a Noxian crest, but the design is different than the standard one. The Noxian crest the assassins carried did not have the ax and the hammer. The gem was ruby instead of sapphire and in the middle of the ruby gem was a black flame. Surrounding the gem was a gold laurel wreath."
"Maybe someone in the High Command is trying to kill you," Cassiopeia hypothesize.
"No. I know that it is not one of the generals, Cassiopeia. All of our generals support you, Swain," Darius adds, "Why would they just suddenly get rid of him?"
"A Demacian wants to weaken Noxus, maybe?" LeBlanc says.
"Demacia does not have assassins," says Swain, "I know the fighting styles. It has to come from Noxus itself."
"Well what did the symbol looked liked anyway?"
Jericho immediately gets up with his glass of orange juice in his left hand. He walks out to the book room and glances quickly on the sleeping Tempest now with his belly lying on the couch. He grabs a quail with ink at the tip, a paper, and walks back to the bedroom. Sitting down with the pen and paper resting on the blankets, he draws, though poorly, an outline of the symbol.
As he was ready to get the coloring pencils out of his drawers, the two yordles, Teemo and Tristana, burst through the arch doors yelling 'Mr. Swain!' in quick and loud repetition holding a newspaper.
"Your business is not needed here, Teemo and Tristana. Begone," Darius refutes.
"Then Swain won't be Noxus's great leader anymore!" Teemo responds.
The statement grabs the attention of all the Noxians in the room. The omen Teemo has spoken has shut Darius up, for he does not know how to respond to Teemo's ominous respond.
"The paper's here. Read it," Tristana says as she walks up to the Noxian leader with the newspaper. As Jericho takes it from her, he is alarmed to see the headline of Valoran Weekly.
Why isn't there a book on my head?
Kennen could not comprehend the time. He only knows that the sun is shining so bright that he had to turn away from the light for a few more minutes, or even hours of sleep.
Can someone turn off the lights?
Even if he close his eyes so tightly, Kennen cannot get just one pitch black moment. He churns and turns but the sun wants him to wake up. He tries to place the blanket on top of his-wait, he has a blanket?
Kennen arises from the couch and scratches his eyes. The first thing he can see is Tristana smiling at him closely. "Morning, sleepy head," she whispers. He turns around to see Swain's pillow behind him and a giant blanket for his size. "What time is it?" he asks.
He couldn't believe it. I've overslept, he says in his mind. "You know, it's not good for you to pull out an all nighter," says Tristana.
"I have enough energy to do it."
"Swain says that you passed out at two when he heard a thump."
"It was two AM when I passed out!? I thought it was six..."
"Hahaha! Kennen, you can never do all nighters!"
"Can so!" he says with a snobbish attitude, "I've been patrolling Valoran with Shen and Akali every night!"
"Yeah but that was two years ago! Now you only do daylight missions!"
"Because it was with Shen and Akali relationship scandal, and the baby thing, and things with failure-oh forget it!"
"Fine, cranky head!" Tristana giggles for a moment. "Come on! You should eat your breakfast! Swain left some for you!"
He falls back to being mesmerize by Tristana's smile in her face. He couldn't help himself, Kennen finds Tristana radiant. Especially when the sun dramatically increases the glowing hair on her face. Kennen really likes Tristana but the relationship right now with her is not enough for him. He wants something more, but he does not have the courage to say what is in his heart. Little does Kennen know, Tristana nearly feels the same way.
The breakfast may look messy from all the leftovers the Noxians left but it's still delicious enough to eat. As Kennen consumes the food on the plate, he and Tristana gave one look at each other. Then they start to crack up for no reason. Both expect to be a great day. What could go wrong, he asks as he gobbles up the remaining food.
But everything goes wrong. The moment Kennen steps outside, he is met by angry champions and summoners who want his head. As he runs back, or darts back using his Lightning Rush, to Swain's room, Kennen can only think but to bunker down. Possibly for a day. Maybe two.
But it would take two weeks before the champions and summoners can forgive him for his antics. The first day, Kennen would be slouching in Swain's chair with nothing to do. He would see Fizz trying to spear Lulu for whatever reason. He wished that he can get down there and play. A yordle needs social time and Kennen is being deprived of it every day. The second and third day, Kennen starts to see things in a positive light. Sadly, Piltoverian technology that allows to see events at a blink of an eye called the television malfunctioned and now Kennen is forced to resort to read chess books. Four days since Swain left, Kennen uses his electric powers to power up the television. It finally works and Kennen can watch missing episodes of his favorite shows. Sometimes he would expect for the League or the Kinkou to send him important messages but what he found out is that the League is punishing him but not letting him participate in matches and the Kinkou is only sending out Shen and Akali without him.
But being in Swain's room does not mean he is alone. One week after Swain left, Tristana comes into the room. The other yordles are at Bandle City to celebrate the festivities but Tristana decides to visit Kennen. She thinks he might need some company.
"Hiya Kennen..." she rushes inside the office, hoping to avoid the other Kennen-hating champions and summoners.
"H-h-hi Trist. Are- uh -you supposed to be at that festival?" One week of chess books and isolation has made Kennen into a nerd.
"Yea but I thought you need company. How are you?"
"I'm great! I got some food for ya." She presents him pasta from the lunch line at the Reflecting Chamber. The place that normally serves Judgement to new incoming champions is now the cafeteria since Kennen destroyed it with Baron a week ago.
"Uh-thanks Trist." Kennen is still shy when near her. He can feel his cheeks blush but he accepts it.
Kennen and Tristana eat their dinners at Swain's bed watching their favorite episodes of Coco. Most of the time, the two would end up laughing as the yordle host Coco Brien bash and attack with insulting jokes. His jokes would include Rumble's latest contraptions and Veigar's another sad attempt to steal the Mothership, which he did successfully, only to end up in Poppy's Ambassador Office at Demacia and shrunken down to miniature size. Such bad timing ends Veigar in jail. After an hour of Coco, Tristana says her goodbyes and leaves Swain's office. Kennen wants to go after her but the outside room is still not safe. But an hour with Tristana is worth it. He finally got to have fun with a certain someone he is secretly crushing on. Tired, Kennen climbs to Swain's bed and falls asleep.
About nine days in Swain's office, Kennen's long time friend and surrogate brother Fizz bursts into the room. The two have known each other for a long time. Siblings such as Morgana and Kayle, Luxanna and Garen, and Darius and Draven are prevalent in the League but brothers and sisters can be formed through friendship. For Kennen and Fizz, their bond starts with a prank of their own, which ends up Urgot floating down the river as a result. Their pranks have wreak havoc on the entire League. At one point, even the prestigious Matron LeBlanc was considering to call it quits and leave the League when Kennen replaces all of her mirrors with the mirrors at the fun house, which made her look fat, skinny, short, and extremely tall.
"KENNEN!" he hollers as the Tidal Trickster enters Swain's office.
"FIZZ!" Kennen hollers back.
The two get closer and does the most complicated handshake ever. It's the special handshake only Kennen and Fizz can master. In public, the only thing people can describe as something either unique, crazy or convoluted. But it's also a sign that their brotherly friendship has been deep. Kennen and Fizz would fist bump each other, flip each other trying to clap each other hands, spin three times, then more hand clapping, then they would grab each others arms in a form of an handskae, twiddle their thumbs, and let go and fist bump again.
"Still trapped in Swain's office?"
"Yea and it's awesome! Bath tubs, beds, television, and lots of books to read in case I'm really bored! Plus I relearned how to play chess!"
"What did you do with Trist? Did you get to kiss her yet?"
"Uhhh..." Kennen begins to blush a bit. "No."
"Kennen!? Why didn't you do it?"
"We were too busy laughing about Coco. Plus it's...inappropriate to do it while watching it in bed."
"Well you could have gone a bit touchy there, Kennen." He giggles about that thought.
"Dude, that's rude..." He catches Fizz's innuendo.
"Rude? Not kissing her is rude!" Then Fizz starts to make crazy assumptions. "I mean look, did you see Trist's eyes? You know you want her.. There was the bed. You know she needs you-"
"Fizz, just stop! Where are you getting all of this?"
"What? Three thousand years in the sea and I learned a lot!"
"Can we get into a different subject?"
"Fine...but to finish it, don't be afraid to like her. Just...confess. Otherwise you're gonna have a boring life."
The last statement actually gives Kennen relief and hope that one day, she can call Tristana his girlfriend if he wants to. The two were planning to do something. Kennen thinks he's fine to step outside but an outside conversation between League Champions Jayce and Rengar give him food for thought. What Kennen can pick up between the two is how their rooms got destroyed by Baron, they were sleeping in campfires, as well as Rengar's first day in the League without an apartment. Even at nine days, Kennen is still the most hated person in the League. With nothing to do, they start to do what bored people do: play chess.
Twelve days in Swain's office and Kennen is proud to proclaim it his fourth home. His first one is in Bandle City, the second one is in the Kinkou temple in Ionia, the third and fourth ones are his own apartment and the Tactician's vacant one. Kennen finally uses the ventilation shaft to good use. He can wander around the League without getting caught. He appears in Fizz's room and asks for another game of chess but Fizz throws him back to the shaft. The Tidal Trickster is mad that he has a 123rd losing streak against Kennen. About twelve days from being in Swain's office, Kennen has become a chess grandmaster.
One day later after Fizz shot him down from an already one sided game of chess, Kennen's 'hunch' comes back when he realizes that he can easily answer all fifteen questions on the Demacian television game show, Who Wants to be a Billionaire. His 'hunch' was not present when Kennen pulled the Baron Nashor prank but it just suddenly came back to him at that day. To Teemo, who is watching with him, it is shocking to see how Kennen is able to answer easily all of those questions. He has not seen his 'hunch' for a long time ever since in elementary school in Bandle City.
"Woow," Teemo says, "when the kids called you a nerd, they were really right."
"Haha..." In fact, Kennen can remember his child days. The yordles called him a nerd for knowing everything and getting good grades all the time. He would get picked on but he would respond with his notorious pranks, which now becomes a habit of him when he comes to the Yordle High School. Even after he graduated, he still commits pranks, even when he became the Heart of the Tempest and joined the League.
"Remember that time in middle school when you did that to Jenny?"
"Oh yea! Good times...good times-"
And the two high five each other.
The next day, Kennen is finally able to go outside. Fourteen days in Swain's office has clouded his outside senses. The moment he is able to enter a League match, his fellow champions paraded him when the Heart of the Tempest kills five enemy champions all at a same time. For Kennen, that means that they have forgotten about the prank. Later, he would play games with all the other champions. His energetic attitude runs off to the other champions and summoners and they would keep going till the sun sets. Once done, he joined with his friends Teemo and Fizz, who were waiting for him at Swain's office. Usually during that particular day, he would join with Shen and Akali to discuss missions but with the two at Ionia, Kennen is free for the night.
"You're gonna miss it! The new episode of The Steady State Theory!" Fizz gestures Kennen to come to Swain's bedroom before watching the episode.
"Hey guys. Do you think Swain's gone for too long?" Kennen asks.
"He's fine. He's on newspapers," Teemo reassures, "though he's not doing so hot right now. Look at his popularity."
But for the first time, Kennen's 'hunch' is telling him something is bad. Swain is usually back by now, whatever he is doing. But with rumors circulating the League that two weeks ago, Swain was ambushed in the middle of the road, forces Kennen to raise the red flags. It is only then that he tries to ignore it by watching The Steady State Theory. His 'hunch', however, keeps bothering him. There is something definitely wrong, Kennen concludes.
After watching the episode, Teemo and Fizz look at Kennen with contemplation. Fizz asks if there is anything wrong but Kennen remains unresponsive.
At one mission in Noxus, just weeks after Swain rose to power, Shen, Akali, Kennen, Katarina, and Talon were on a cooperative mission. After murdering a person who threatened to use biological terrorism against Noxus, Kennen searches through the the scientists' files. Kennen decides to keep it as safeguard and good information for the Kinkou but the paper was rebuffed by Shen and Akali. And it is still inside his outfit for the entire time. He opens it up and it shows a room with circles and squares and what it appears to be rows of chairs and a table.
"What's this?" Kennen signals Fizz and Teemo to come.
"Hmm..." Teemo ponders for a moment. "That would be the room of the Noxian High Command."
"Kennen..." Fizz groans. "Tell your 'hunch' that it's a fun-killer. I mean what do you want to know about Noxus anyways?"
"Something...I sense something is wrong. The balance in Valoran is about to be shifted violently somehow...Hey Teemo tell me about the map."
"Looks like the squares are where Noxus' top generals sit at. I can recognize the tables," Teemo says.
"And the circles?" Kennen points out. "They point to the squares and other crowds too."
"Hey..." Fizz observes. "There's a lot of circles. I know it in Bilgewater during those naval exercises ships would do. Ships would draw the line to show that they're going to fire at that other ship. Here. I'll show you."
He takes out a drawing on the table next to Swain's bed. He draws ships and draws one line connecting one ship to another.
"This shows that they're targeting it."
Kennen compares the two together. Then he makes an assumption. "Maybe this is an assassination plot," Kennen concludes with uncertainty. "Looks like it," Teemo responds. Then under a light, he notices a sketch in the back of Fizz's drawing. As he turns around to see it, he finds an emblem drawing. A laurel wreath, a blood red gem, and in the middle of the gem is a drawing a flame.
"Oh no.." Then his 'hunch' starts to piece the puzzle together.
"Kennen?" Fizz is concerned.
"I need to get to Noxus!"
"Swain is in danger!"
Teemo and Fizz just froze in shock. Teemo asks Fizz if his 'hunch' is usually wrong but Fizz, knowing his best friend, knows that it is never wrong. Kennen bolts out of the room.
Out in the halls, "Arm yourself guys! You guys are now the replacement Kinkou! I'll try to get Trist!"
Kennen tries to rush to Tristana's room only to see Rumble about to make a move on Tristana with his lips...Kennen responds with a swift punch.
End of Chapter 3
Are play chess?
Is grammar good?
I kid, I kid, but seriously, great chapter.
Only major issue is Rumble. Don't most champions not like him because of his bigotism and bad temper? He gets along with no humans and... I don't think any of the yordles like him either, and he doesn't like them I believe, and he hates humans. I'd think Ziggs would be a bit more appropriate then Rumble for this story.
Anyway, it's just my opinion.
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