[Fanfiction] Valoran's End

The sun burning brightly in the afternoon sky, even through all of the black smoke and dust clouding it. It's light shines over Institute of War's ruined buildings, formerly a place of greatness, now reduced to rubble and ash.

Two sides prepared for battle in front of the one place that formerly prevented it.

Swain stood in front of a small group of men gathered around a table.

"Prepare the catapults, Sion will lead the initial charge." Swain said.

"Right." Darius said.

The sound of his heavy armour grinding against itself as he walked out of the tent was overwhelmed by the movement of heavy machines. A few miles away, the Noxian advance approached the battlefield, large steel towers pushed along the earth slowly made their way. In between were the hundreds of thousands of men comprising the Deathguard.

Darius grinned to himself. Hundreds of thousands dedicated to stopping the unstoppable. Sion was the embodiment of Death, a hulk of pure strength and perseverance. Noxian's revered Sion as their patron, an example for all to follow. If only the naive citizens could see him in his true form.

Walking down to the encampment, Swain's tent was on higher ground to allow him full view of the surrounding land. Darius sought the Envoy, and found him preparing for the battles to come.

Rick looked up from his desk and smiled, standing, he nodded to the commander as he entered the station.

"Greetings, Commander." Rick said.

Darius simply grunted, formality was a waste of time.

"It is time, Envoy. Get ready and come to the General." Darius said.

"Certainly, expect me immediately." Rick replied.

"Hmph." Darius looked around Rick's tent at the innumeral scrolls and books. "Nerd."

Rick frowned as Darius left, blinking in disbelief.

"BLOOD!" Sion screamed.

Battering the thick bars of his cage, no matter how much he tried to free himself, the cage simply creaked and then stood as it was. Sion was a ravenous beast, his sanity, or whatever remnants of it left could only be temporarily restored in the midst of battle. Unfortunately, he was nothing more than a howling dog now.

Slamming his head into the side of the cage repeatedly, his metal jaw screeching against the cage each time. Men walked in formation around his cage, and behind them, the rest of the legion.

The sky darkened, then a blue light sparked into life in the sky. A large circle tore itself open in the air, and an image began to form. Everybody with the exception of Sion stopped and gazed upwards.

"You are the beginning of the end. The end to this war, the end of our enemies, the end of Demacia. For years, we were led by a fool, a coward. We shall succeed where Darkwill never could. We shall destroy them, and leave not one speck of dust in our wake.

Now, fire the catapults." Swain commanded.

The blue circle in the sky seemed to collapse as cheers from the Deathguard battalion rose. The catapults groaned loudly, swinging their ammunition up and into the sky. Large flaming rocks, magically imbued with explosive power shot through the clouds and towards the Demacian resistance.

The cheers died, and silence wafted over the area. Then suddenly, explosions.

Fire, fire everywhere. Smoke rose into the sky in a sheet of black. A loud battlecry ran through the air, but not from the Noxians.

Led by Jarvan IV at the helm, and Garen at his right hand, the Dauntless Vanguard sped towards the Deathguard on horseback. The silvery shine of blades brandished in the air as they quickly arrived to meet their enemies.

"Open the cage!" One of Sion's guards screamed.

Suddenly, Sion burst from his prison. Screaming wildly, he broke into a sprint leaving the rest of his battalion behind. Axe in hand, he collided head on with Jarvan IV.

"HOW MANY JARVANS MUST I KILL?!"