a farmboys gambit(A league of legends story)

A farmboys gambit

A short league of legends story by J. Kasiri M.

The demacian Highlands, noon on a chilly autumn day.

From their fields they had a beautiful view over the Great City of Demacia. From this distance, the city almost looks like a giant person with a Shield to protect all the surrounding lands.

Young Jerod has been out here for the majority of the day. The entire field had to be ploughed and his dad got sick a couple days ago.

He wandered around aimlessly muttering about the end of the world and the rise of the undead.

His mother told him that his dad needed help and that if his mind doesn’t ‘clear up in a few days, they will have to call the Mageseekers for help.

Jerod still remembers the first time he saw them.

They are terrifying. Masked and without any form of empathy, or so it would seem.

If they declare him afflicted with magic, they will take him away forever and torture him...

Jerod shed a tear and continued ploughing.

In the evening when Jerod got back home from the fields. He saw his mum crying at the dinner table. On the table was a letter bearing the sigil of demacias  Mageseekers.

They took his dad in for questioning. According to the letter, they had found a magical weapon in their attic. The weapon has been left up there until a specialist would arrive for further examinations .

His dad never told him about what is up there. A few weeks ago, two wanderers had been staying with them for a bit. His dad allowed them to stay in the attic. The man had a very commanding presence, while the woman radiated comfort and compassion. They both had dark skin and wore curious looking weapons. The woman had a gaping wound near her heart and seemed to be dying.

Jerods Mother must have known them. Since she immediately took passionate care of the woman's wounds. A few days later they embarked towards the city.

Maybe one of them forgot their weapon up there?

Jerods mother was in shock and did not react to him at all so he decided to see that weapon for himself.

The attic has been cleaned half way. The part where the strangers had stayed was clean and tidy while the other half was still dusty and full of cobwebs.

The weapon was carefully placed on a clothing chest, one of these old fashioned ones that were used to store massive amounts of cloth inside. The weapon consists of a mysterious looking crystal. The crystal is held in place by metal that has some foreign looking engravings on it. Jerod had heard stories of weapons from the far away cities of Piltover and Zaun. They called them firearms. You just pull the small lever and they unleash devastating destruction.

But this gun looks different, it does not look mechanical, rather magical. Jerod had never heard of something quite like this. He reached out for the gun. The moment his fingertips touched the crystal, a vision appeared in his mind. A vision of the ruination of Demacia. His home, the fields covered in a thick black mist. Devouring everything.
Even the Great City of Demacia.
In the midst of it, the two strangers, back to back with a couple others. Fighting hordes of what appears to be living corpses?