Red, Ran the River: A Battle on Summoner's Rift (Fan-Fiction {In Progress})
A cool mist rose carefully across the field throughout the night, carrying with it a smell of earth and blood. The battlegrounds had not seen a quiet night such as this in weeks. Usually filled with the clash of steel on steel, the humming and whizzing of energy, the cascading of stone and the roars of explosive concoctions, a quiet night like this could only feel morbid. The respite granted through the total annihilation of all sentient beings therein was as cryptic as it was short-lived.
It took merely a few hours before great beams of energy surged through the sky, 10 in count. Five of which were located in the far north, the other five in the far south. As the beams of energy dissipated, figures of varying shapes and sizes took their place.
The five to the north rose and looked over each other, their expressions just as variable as their figures. One scanned his counterparts menacingly and, after seeing what he needed to see, paid them no further attention and made his way towards a large stockpile of weapons and armor. He feasted his eyes on a curved blade the size of a full grown human male that was outfitted with a grip spanning its two edges. He grabbed it with rabid enthusiasm and proceeded forward through the stone laden base-camp and down one of the three grassy paths on the perimeter.
The moon shined brightly over the exit as he crossed into the fields, revealing the features of him. It was a terrifying sight. Standing at about 10 feet tall, he was a behemoth of a creature. Its skin was green and bone-hard to the touch, not as if anyone would be mad enough to check for themselves. Behind him stretched a long jagged tail of a similar complexion, massive as it was, the extension itself must have weighed over 100 pounds. Running frantically now, the beast could no longer contain itself. As it continued down the wooded path, it belted out a sadistic cackle. It was a cackle that could wake the ancients chillingly deep and raspy as it was; the roar echoed throughout the battlegrounds. Finally, the creature raised its head into the sky which revealed its face to be that of a reptile's. It's maw opened and from it came a battle-cry that would send panic into the heart of any man.
FOR CENTURIES, I WAITED. FOR CENTURIES, I ENDURED AN IMPRISONMENT THAT WOULD BREAK THE MOST RESILIENT OF CREATURES. I SURVIVED THROUGH IT ALL KNOWING THAT IF I DID I WOULD ONE DAY BE GRANTED THIS CHANCE NOW BEFORE ME. NASUS, CURATOR OF THE SANDS, IT IS TIME TO FACE YOUR BUTCHER!
BEFORE I REST, YOUR BLOOD WILL PAINT THE CLIFFS OF THIS PLACE RED. BEFORE I REST, YOUR SCREAMS OF AGONY WILL RESONATE IN THE AIR. BEFORE I REST, I WILL AT LAST EXACT VENGEANCE ON YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME ALL THOSE YEARS AGO, MY BROTHER!