A Boy and His Fox - League of Legends Fan Fiction

A Boy and His Fox: Chapter 1

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The chattering of the world around me seemed to silence as my gaze rose to the looming gates of the Placidium. While normally this served as the living quarters for Duchess Karma, today it served as my path to destiny. Already, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stared in awe. For six long years, I'd waited for this moment. All of my training and hard work would pay off. I would help save Ionia from Noxus once again.

My thoughts were jumbled as a woman shoved past me, causing me to stumble. "Watch it," she snapped, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her golden eyes were piercing, but more surprising still were the large white fox tails that trailed behind her. I knew her name well enough. She was Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox, a champion for Ionia. As she disappeared into the building, I lingered there, my gaze returning once more to the entrance.

Could I really do it? I scolded myself for even asking the question. Of course I could do it! Steeling myself, I began my walk through the entrance to begin the binding process. My name is Kal'adamsul. It's a mouthful, to be sure, and it still confuses me that my parents managed to come up with something so complicated to say. Long ago, I learned it was just easier for everyone if I shortened it to Kal. Presently, I held the record for the youngest summoner to ever come out of the Institute of War, a high honor if I do say so myself.

The Institute of War, and by proxy Summoners, are a sect of the League of Legends which is dedicated to the resolution of political disputes and controlling the use of magic. As a Summoner, I would be bound to a Champion who would serve as my vessel on the Fields of Justice. As the previous statement implies, this would be the first time I was bound to a Champion, hence my anxiety.

Placing my palm on the door, a slight tingling sensation filled my body as my aura flared around me. Magic trickled through my fingertips, flooding the door, and activating the security runes that prevented any unwanted guests from entering the Hall of Heroes as the Placidium was labeled today. Already there were several champions present within the Hall. In addition to the rude woman who'd bumped into me just moments ago, I recognized Duchess Karma, the blind monk Lee Sin; Irelia, the captain of the Ionian Guard; Master Yi, and even Syndra, the Dark Sovereign. I shuddered in fear before steeling myself; there would be none of that.

Every territory sent their own representatives as well to add to the champion pool. Even if they weren't Ionian, it wouldn't stop them from trying to gain an influential foothold should a Summoner be bound to one of their champions. From Noxus and Zaun, we had Warwick and Singed, two of the most monstrous men in Ionia's grim past. It was no surprise seeing them here, but it didn't stop me from hoping that they wouldn't be staying long.

Finally, my eyes rested upon the large, glowing, viridian stone that hovered in the center of the room. This was the Stone of Binding, a powerful artifact that would decide once and for all whom my soul was most like in the room. To be linked to a sinister champion like Syndra or Warwick was something I dreaded greatly. I couldn't think of a worse shame than to have my soul likened to theirs.

With a chime, the moment for interviews with our prospective champions began. While it was true that the Stone had the ultimate decision, the Institute felt that the interview process helped to smooth the transition into the bond itself. My eyes swept over the champions to see most of my fellow summoners already joining a few champions in the interview rooms. That was when I noticed the beast-like Warwick's fierce smirk as he stared at another champion.