In honor of our new way of viewing the forums, A new way of viewing our beloved champions. (Fanfic)
Summoner's High School Prologue 1 and Chapter 1
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An OVA. Based on the life of some Champions and a Dream of Regittark.
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Prologue 1/2 Ja.Y.Ce.
The Blue Haired Girl
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My parents. They don't get me. They think I have some sort of problem,
"You don't fit in with this kids" They say. "You can achieve much Greater things" "Why don't you accept that your future can be so much grandeur?" "James, You'll see. This new school is going to much better for you. You'll probably even make new friends."
They just don't get me. I don't need new friends, I'm good right here, I belong here. This is. Home.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is James y. Centurial. I used to go to the public school round the block from here, but ever since I turned sixteen, My parents decided it would be much better to move to the capitol so I could assist the Summoner's High school, You know, The one with the geezer on its commercials, Zilean I think his name was, Anyways. He's the director over there. I still can't figure out how he does it. You know, ruling over this Academy while also performing daily live advertisements for it on RuneTV. The funny thing… This Zilean fellow, I've Watched his commercials since I was but a little boy and he still looks around eighty years old, if not younger.
Anyways, SHS, my new school, is one of the most Prosperous of public, hell, even just ANY school in the whole of Runeterra.
It's heard To be more of a training Academy than a teaching institute. "It's an Academy for the gifted" they say.
You who reads this may be wondering how I come into play here. Well it's kind of a long story, but it's still a long way until the train hits Demacia.
It all started when I was five years old, when I thought the most minimalist of things to be precious and the least complex to be just irrelevant. This story starts, when I took my last breath, and as a young man. Died.
My parents and I were heading to the sands on vacation, one of the first times we managed to afford a Cloud surfer, nothing too fancy, just a small ship big enough to carry us and our luggage. It was all so beautiful, the skies shining gold, the birds dancing around us, the songs my mother sang to us, resonating through the skies, until. A dark cloud in the horizon, moving towards us at a speed unknown yet faster than we might've been able to run from, it wasn't moving with the winds, it was aimed towards us directing its hollow protuberances right at our ship, eventually devouring it whole. Once the fog hit us, we saw it's insides, Thunder and lightning bouncing all around the insides of this monstrosity, Cyclones generated by nothing, ramificating as if they were alive darkness growing inside the fog, almost blinding us in the act and as soon as all hopes were lost, one thing happened that made it clear. We were doomed. A lightning struck our ship midflight, fire spread faster than anyone could ever imagine, our ship started drifting, falling and eventually, diving. it wasn't until we fell through the curtain of smoke that contained the fogs of war that I saw my mother, burnt to ashes, her body dismembered and her eyes blank as they showed how her soul had vanished from our plane of existence.
My father, gone. The last thing I saw from him, was his sledgehammer, for he was a smith and it was the only belonging that he always carried around with him, and it was the only thing that survived the impact. I somehow managed to watch this happen, I somehow managed to survive the fires and the shock itself, and I somehow saw myself falling with the ship, while I screamed no more, for the pain I was suffering had not been enough to cover up the sorrow that invaded my body. I presented the fall and during the whole of it, I just admired the sun, because it was the last time I was going to see it, I was sure.
I crashed. Five years old and almost on my last breath. Watching my limbs surrounding my body, not attached to me no more because of the impact I didn't know many things at this age, except for one. I, shouldn't have survived. The only reason I did, was this little girl, beautiful Blonde hair and a voice southing as a pillow. She told me not to worry, after that, she sat next to me, or the part of me that was still conscious at least, and started singing with a voice belonging to angels themselves. Her lips, beautiful as they were, they never moved, and even so, I can still remember the song, for it was the one that saved my life.
As soon as she noticed me revisiting the pain that I felt from my dismemberment, she took out what looked like a small harp and the weirdest thing started happening (yes, weirder than a five year old, alive having recently lost his limbs) Her hair, as soon as she started playing the song that was in my head on her instrument, it started dimming from her golden blonde locks to this grayish near white color and from that to this heavenly blue. As long as she resumed her song I felt how my limbs, and the entirety of my body started dancing, even though I could see them still lying on the floor scattered around me. I guess she did manage to let me survive this encounter, life joining my body once more I felt as if I had just awoken from a long dream.
One of the last things I saw before everything ended, this giant white raven flying towards us, inspiring confidence to me no matter how surrealist it seemed. It's wings slowly stopped flapping as it was landing next to us, and I swear I must've been imagining this last part because of the things that had happened beforehand and obviously the fact that I did have the mind of a child. But it's wings, they started turning into cloth, and the bird straightened as they were involving it's body as a robe of some sort. the Pale Raven approached us, and as soon as the person that walked on its wing-made robes spoke to the girl, she stopped singing as if commanded.
Her voice left my head, I felt the pain coming back to me, and as soon as she stopped playing her harp, I passed out.
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Prologue 2/2 Ja.Y.Ce.
The man,
The Raven knew.
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-Can you do it? -I can do as I please! Ummmhh… Sorry. -Will you, do it? -You know it only takes one injection. But he'll need parts. Limbs. -I know someone. A Mechromancer. -He will have at most 10 hours to live, unless he gets a life force. -Just make time. The raven left. First he ran. Then, he flew. Once he approached his destination, he started walking. Slower at each step. Examining almost everything very carefully. Suddenly, from behind, all the mechanical beasts started roaming this old cavern in the middle of nowhere. -Hello, old Friend. Did your flock follow? -I came alone. Accompanying me is but a request. -Isn't it always. -A Kid. He died. I think maybe you coul… (He started saying as he got interupted by the metalic voice that came out from the darkness.) -Five hours. And a location. Now! -The doctor's Inn. Thank you Victor. -This is, Research. Swain, I'm not doing this as a favor.
Victor- He's going to live.
Swain- Are you sure? Victor- Yes, really. That body, it should grow with him. Shape and size will mutate as his still kept body parts do. Dr.-But, where did you get all that power? What's the source? Victor- I did my bidding, my research. Now, I will leave.
A while after he left swain and the doctor continued talking.
Dr.- So… Is that Victor? Are you sure that he was here to help? Swain- As he said. For him, it's Research.
What felt like hours of sleep, ended.
I woke up. Stronger, heavier than ever. That's how I felt. I couldn't understand where all this new thoughts and ideas came from, but smarter, I was too. I saw my new body. Arms, Legs, even parts of my chest. All metal. I thank whoever saved my life. For I know, I shouldn't be breathing.
Anyways, ever since the accident I was just… Smart, I guess.
This purple man, The raven. The last thing I remember was them, taking me to this place I lived for so long. Home. And so, I grew up. Smarter than everybody in my class. Faster than anybody in my sports team. Just better. Tan everyone else. So here I am, in my way out of my adoptive parent's grasp, to a new school, I've had only heard of as if legendary. Twelve years old, attending a school that only accepts kids the age of eighteen or more. Let's hope they like me.
End of prologue one. Ja.Y.Ce.
Chapter One.
Jacques-O.
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-Now that almost everyone's been properly introduced, let's finish with the Shy ones.
Jake, is it?
-Jack. O. (He said diminishing his voice ever so slightly)
-Jack?
-Jacques-O. (He repeated, adding a slight French accent)
-Jake? So, Where are you from Jake?
Shaco- SHACO! (He shouted maniacally before blinking into place, like if he was a mirrored image of himself.)
"Shaco, Shaco, Shaco…" It was all we heard for a short time, While we stared at his blank expression. Null movements, almost lifeless.
"Shaco!" He shouted. Following the startling war cry he unleashed, His Petrified self, exploded into a stunning amount of paint filled bags that were unleashed onto all of us. Right after, The real him appeared in front of sister K, flinging a barrage of kitchen utensils aiming at her face.
One could see a light shining down on her, almost holy I dare to say, at least compared to her unholy rage that started rising as she avoided none of the projectiles, yet harming her less than needle to a brick wall.
Sister K.- Sit down! Right this moment young man! (she yelled as she grabbed his arm and slammed him into place.)
Sister K.- You are foreknow Punished. Kids, Are you ok?
(Everyone, including myself, Responded almost in unison. "yes miss K" as if ordered.)
Sister K.- Ok then, Let's continue with… Sona, is it?
We will finish introductions with whatever tale you would like to share with us.
Sona smiled. Sister K.'s Face turned pale. She looked at me.
Sister K.- Ok children. Tomorrow we start the real training.
Jacques, You will stay here for now, we have much to talk about.
Off you go kids, the ones that behaved will have this day to bond. Go enjoy yourselves.
As soon as she finished talking. We ran, to our dorms that is.
Right before I left the room I noticed Miss K. talking to Jacques.
Sister K.- Jacques, Are you ok? You seem…
(Another one of Shaco's Dolls just fooled her once more. Just enough for him to run off with us.)
Shaco- Good night~ (He whispered in her ear before eventually, it was just a nun. Alone. In a classroom.)
(EDIT) Added the second part of Jayce's prologue and the first chapter of the series. There will be more prologues introducing every character (or almost everyone) They might come soon or later, depending on the people's needs :P.