The Light To His Shadow | League Of Legends Fan-Fiction

Chapter 1 | Blitzcrank

Sunlight filtered through broad canopy leaves, dotting Aloka's relaxed figure with pools of light. She studied how her magic warped it to conceal her raised hand. Long midnight hair looped around the branch she rested on like vines. The gentle breeze of summer in Ionia made leaves dance softly. Deep in the uncharted Vastayan territory, all was peaceful, and the abundant wildlife moved on with little disturbance.
Aloka sighed, wishing her no-show friends would appear. They normally weren't busy around this time of day and always came to play here, where humans and monsters rarely passed through. Atop the high trees, they would fabricate tales of what they'd do in the human world or play tricks on the natives of the land. Strangely enough, today, none of Aloka's friends showed.
Releasing another long sigh, she lifted herself from her resting position on the branch, coming to straddle its sides in an upright manner. "What a bore," Aloka thought aloud. "If they're all busy, what am I going to do?" As soon as the words escaped her lips,

THUMP

Aloka jumped into high alert. Quickly crouching on the branch, Aloka turned her eyes to the base of the tall trees, searching for the source of the irregular beats. Flocks of fanla, native Vastayan birds, escaped from the trees, surrounding Aloka in a flurry of green. The ground shook, and the trees quivered. The sound grew closer.

THUMP

THUMP

...

No sound came from anywhere, and Aloka perilously perceived the absence as safety. She darted from branch to branch, winding down the lanky trees to the shady silence below. As the Vastayan searched from low branches,

PZZT

Looking back, all she remembered of the time was the sound of trapped steam. A frightening hand zipped out from the brush, which concealed almost all things, no matter its size. The hot metal grabbed her, and by no means gently. Aloka's vision shook from the impact, but she wasn't going anywhere without a fight. Using the same magic, she shed light from her existence, effectively concealing her in plain sight. The metal golem was most definitely confused. Where had the little girl he had subdued just vanished to? Slinking around, Aloka gathered heat energy of light within her hands and crashed down on the metal from behind. The small round head immediately swiveled in an 180 degree turn. It was getting tired of the light tricks and foolery. He already had enough trouble subduing the shadowy plague of Ionia, and now he had to deal with a light mage. He was ready to finish the job, get paid, and resume working as usual. Thus, he ended it all with his special move - Static Field. An electric field bursted from the golem. For Aloka, the electric experience left her shocked and vulnerable. The field shut off her magic and Aloka did not appreciate the rift she felt from the world in its absence. Without any magic to protect herself, the robot promptly cuffed her in anti-magic wrist bands. "Vastayan," his robotic voice said, "don't try to take those off. You will die." She nodded in response. Aloka, finally still, had the chance to thoroughly observe her captor. Its small head balanced on a large round body held together by bolts. Tubes acted as its arms, with oversized hands hanging at the end. Large spikes adorned his knuckles. The tight tweed suit could not contain the steam escaping from the seams of his creation, and it blew out with every opportunity. Its bronze hue reflected light on the trees, tinting everything a slight orange. Aloka marveled at the beast, wondering just how the peculiar machine worked. Piltover had probably produced it, those little tech geniuses. They always found a way to innovate and create from scraps and spare junk, according to my Vastayan senior. Most importantly, she noticed the inisgnia of the Academy of Legends pinned to his collar. The Academy of Legends? As he busied himself with proper identification and protocol, Aloka's imagination burst.
Why does the academy want me? How did they know about a girl in the Vastayan wilds? Who is this metal contraption?
Although she lived deep in the wilds of Ionia, secluded from the human world, she still managed to hear rumors of the acdemy. That itself was an impressive feat, disregarding the connection it had to the League of Legends. All sorts of scenarios raced through her brain.
Finally, the bronze bot turned to face Aloka. "Time to depart. My name is Blitzcrank. Do not address me otherwise." After, he promptly started to walk back from which he came. Aloka had no choice but to follow her blunt robot captor.