League of Legends: The Apocalypse

Prologue :- Ten years into the future of RuneTerra, it's a mess. Cities reduced to rubble, forests burned to the ground, and the champions, may they rest in piece, the champions were the biggest loss. The war that set everything ablaze and tore down the world as we know it, still rages on, looking for it's next victim. The remaining champions recall what happened, how this all began, and how ... it will all end.

Chapter 1 :- A Scouts honor (As told by Teemo)

I used to live by a code. I had honor, respect, and.. well.. humanity. That's all gone now. This is all their fault, the summoners. Ten years ago, they just up and disappeared. All of them and everything relating to them, gone just as mysteriously as how they had appeared. Shortly after that, the order fell into chaos. The monsters of the Void had been released unto RuneTerra, The spirits of the Shadow Isles rampaged around, but worst of all, the sociopaths who sought world domination reined free. Bandle City was the first to fall. It was "Noxus' declaration of war", and by Noxus, I mean Darius. I remember that day so clearly, it's what turned me into what I am today. The city burned in flames, yorldes cried for help but none were spared. Not even the children and women. I found Tristana trying to save an already deceased child, she was in shambles. I guess she just wasn't meant for such a gruesome sight. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to safety. She was distraught, talking to herself. It took about an hour to snap her out of it. When we reached the forest that had once been the home of bunnies and squirrels, we took a break. We hid in a bush until dawn. At nightfall we heard a rustle. I immediately snapped, grabbed my weapon and aimed it at the mysterious figure, as did Tristana who was barely hanging onto reality. The mysterious figure was Heimerdinger. Or what was left of him. He dropped his wrench and fell to the floor. Poor guy, they, they Noxians, must have been laughing as they saw him try to escape. They must have known his blood would have run dry sooner or later, but still a stupid mistake by them.A lesson to be learned, never let a mega genius escape because they could hand over a key to a certain destructive weapon in a certain underground lab to a certain menace. I grabbed the wrench and ran, Tristana hurriedly followed. We knew the Noxians were going to be at our backs any second now. It was sooner than we thought when we found ourselves surrounded by those hounds. Tristana and I were backed into a corner. I'd never seen Tristana in a more pitiful state than that day, she broke down and asked for mercy. The Tristana I knew was brave, cheerful, and a little reckless at times, but now she was just a pile of demoralized flesh. They laughed as they slaughtered her. I knew I was next. I had to act. I couldn't let them have this victory. I took out as many as I could, but I was surrounded. I closed my eyes, thought of what was next. Then I heard agonizing screams. I opened my eyes to find burned piles of bodies surrounding me. Then I saw Rumble, he was crying over Tristana. It broke my heart.. no, my soul. That was the last time I ever saw any of them. Rumble and I went our separate ways, he promised to avenge Tristana, I decided I had to gather as many champions as I could to stop this. I regret not killing Rumble then.