NaNoWriMo Begins - League's Fall

And so NaNoWriMo begins. My little project, for whatever reason or other, is a little League based story this year. For those who don't know what NaNoWriMo is, over the next month I will try, and likely fail, to write 50k words. Still, I figured, as it is league based, that I might also put it up here if anyone wants to read it. I'll place up the first 'chapter', essentially the dust jacket, and you can decide for yourself if you would like for me to post more as I get it written. Please note, there are probably some glaring errors when it comes to lore, head-canon wins out.

Anyway, let me know what you think and if I should continue posting it here. It's going to be written anyway, but I won't bother you if you don't like it.

**Chapter 0: Chaos Falls ** The sounds of footsteps slowly died off in the underbrush. They had given up on chasing her for easier prey, though easier was a frame of mind. In the distance the sound of clashes amplified and she breathed a louder sigh of relief. For a moment, only a brief moment, she found a clattered trunk felled by some unnamed conflict or unspeakable horror that once tread on these grounds. The forest was terrifying, terrifying in a strangely comfortable way. She had once found comfort in unspeakable horrors and lands in which no sensible creature would ever dare to tread. This, this would have been one of those lands before it had been repurposed. Now it was scarier. Nothing ever changed here, nothing could, for magiks ruled every aspect of this land. It was tooled and retooled for only one purpose, to be used as the ultimate in peaceful diplomacy. Now, the greatest warriors in Runeterra would slaughter each other time and again to solve anything from the latest crime against humanity to a shortage of corn. All these warriors, slaughtering and being slaughtered, complacent in one simple fact...They will never die permanently. Sparks crashed in the distance, her attention snapped back to reality. Around her rain began to fall and the underbrush teemed with unspoken life. Ears splayed flat against raven hair, legs tensed in anticipation and her breath shallowed. Without a second thought she took off through the high grass, willing herself forward into the heart of what she had only just escaped. The thought of death still terrified her, the same as it would terrify any living creature. Her heart pounded, unable to disconnect death here from the real thing, but one thought spurred her forward. She could not disappoint those still waiting beyond the next clearing. They were somehow tighter than any family she could have imagined. Under one tree, over a second, bounding off of a third and into a fourth, the clearing finally came into view. The immense destruction and violence of these titans going full bore at each other was something of beauty. Not a single one of them held anything back, fully committed to the fight over their own lives. It was careless, amateur and brutish, but it was just so very them. Her own legs tensed as they compacted against the tree and prepared for the final leap into the battlefield. She was scared, yes, but she was more scared of not being there, of being the reason why they lost this pivotal battle. Then, in the span of half a heartbeat, less than the blink it took for the lightning bolt to strike; the world would change forever. There would be no more gentle laughing, or scornful stares. There would be no more feeling of immortality, there couldn't be. For, everyone in existence had just learned that the league was not infallible and the price for that knowledge would shift the very balance of power in Runeterra forever.