The Rift - A League of Legends Original Story

Hello everyone! :)

My name is Jake Smith, also known as the summoner Full AD Jesus.

What I like to do in my spare time is play League (ranked or not), watch streams, and write stories. For a while now I've been creating a story about a champion from League Of Legends. It doesn't follow any of the backstories that have been created for each champion other than small references that could be picked up if you read them. If you haven't read any of the champions histories, it is still easy to connect the dots. I started this because of the pure joy and love that I've developed for this game and want to share it with all the people that basically live and breathe League of Legends like I do. Even though it has not been professionally edited, I'm going to release Chapter 1 of the story to get a little bit of feedback, but mainly to see if people would be interested in exploring a new world with their favorite champions that they play with every day. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

THE RIFT

CHAPTER 1

The darkness consumed her. She felt as if she was falling. Not a normal, frantic fall, but as if she was sinking into air. She tried to scream, but couldn't. She tried to listen, but it was silent. She wasn't even sure if this place was capable of sound.
'What happened?' she thought.
Searching through her memories desperately, she had no recollection of where she was or what she was doing before she awoke here.
She attempted to lift her hand to reach out and possibly grab something to establish a direction or sense of position, but it was as if there was a disconnection between her mind and body. Her hand stayed firmly planted against her side.
Panicking under the strange circumstances, she began to cry. However her body refused to create tears, which in turn made her cry harder on the inside.
Unable to track the time, she wasn't sure how long she'd been there or even how long she'd been crying. To her it seemed like minutes and centuries all at the same time.
'I have to get out of here,' She told herself, 'My people need me. This has to be the planning of a rogue tribe out to dethrone me. I must get out, I must escape!'
Then her thoughts of doubt closed in on her. Back and forth she fought with herself on the possibility of escape.
Inside her head she cursed, she pleaded, she screamed, she laughed, and she always went back to crying.
Exhausted, she still refused to give up. She wanted to make noise. She wanted to get someone's attention or at least some sort of indication that anyone was there.
She searched the deepest parts of her body for strength. She knew she had it. This wasn't the first time she had to find it, except last time... "Avarosa,' she thought.
"Avarosa!" She called out. "I need you again! Avarosa!"
"Avar-"
A blinding light illuminated the whole place. She wanted to look away, but was still frozen.
A disembodied voice of a woman began to echo through the whole place.
"Why do you continue to fight this, dear?"
The prisoner wanted to answer, but couldn't. Then, as if the voice realized the problem, a loud crack whipped through the air and she fell to the floor.
"Where am I?" She asked, curled up defensively.
"That is not an answer to my question. Why do you continue to make so much noise? I can here everything you say you know."
Confused, the prisoner sat there not saying anything.
"Oh, now you want to shut up. I guess this was a waste of time. You will now be returned to yo-"
"WAIT!" The prisoner screamed. "Don't put me back." She said with a tear finally trickling down her face. "I won't go back, I can't go back. My people are in danger and I have to return to them."
The voice gave a terrifying high-pitched laugh, "Spoken like a true queen I have to say: selfless and righteous, but I am not of your enemies, nor from your lands. You're in mine, and you're wasting my valuable time."
"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?" She said shaking from anger and terror.
"Oooooo.... now, my queen.... you are asking the right questions," the voice said with much pleasure.
The prisoner stood up, staring into the blank space of whiteness. "I will do anything you name, unless it is to hurt my people."
Another ear-piercing laugh screeched out, "You really aren't following, are you? I have no interest in your people or what you do as a queen. You have proven to me that you are worthy."
Trying to figure out what the voice meant, she shook her head in confusion. "Worthy? Worthy for what?" the prisoner asked.
The voice went quite as if examining her. It was as if invisible eyes appeared every where around her.
"The rift, of course," the voice said innocently.
'The rift?,' the prisoner thought.
"Do you accept?" the voice asked.
Thinking over the situation, she didn't really have much of a choice, regardless of whatever dark challenge was in store for her.
"Yes, I accept," the prisoner relinquished.
The voice squealed out louder than ever. "Perfect then. It will begin shortly."
Mildly startled by the lack of information, she desperately asked, "What will begin shortly? What do I have to do? What do I need?"
The voice gave an exhale of annoyance, "You will find out very shortly, I assure you, but I will however give you a hint. You're going to need this."
She could feel in the palm of her hand the coldest thing she had ever felt. A thin layer of ice formed around her hands and fingers and grew out into the form of a exquisite bow. The ice had the frosty steam pour off of it as the prisoner's hand grasped it tight. She knew what the voice wanted her to do, and she was prepared to fight her way out of this place. She gave the bow a good look over making sure it was hers. She gave a weak smile from the power she knew she had with it.
"The match is beginning now. Good luck and have fun." The voice cheered a little too happily.
The prisoner gave a deep breath knowing whatever it was, wasn't going to be pretty. Whatever this was... she was going to have to impress this woman, or whatever it was, into releasing her by any means necessary.
The prisoner thought to herself, 'Forgive me, Avarosa.' She looked at the bow, 'You gave me this weapon to establish peace... and now I have to use it to fight another war. Please forgive me.'
Interrupting her thoughts, the voice chimed in, "Very lovely prayer, I hope it works out for you."
Alarmed by the intrusion of her thoughts, she stared at her bow.
"This is sometimes painful for some of the champions, but I'll try to be gentle," the voice said with a bit of a giggle.
The prisoner said nothing clutching her bow.
Flames erupted around her, causing her to scream in agony as lights began to flash.
Her body hit the floor seizing, trying to displace the horrible pain.
She could hear the sound of the voice laughing at her as she flailed.
Instantly the pain stopped as she laid on a rocky surface. Her vision was blurred by the intense sensation. Her body was drained, but untouched from anything harmful. She could feel the gentle warmness from the sun. The voice's laugh echoing in her head made her want to throw up. She tried to push herself up, but lost her strength halfway through. She laid her head on the ground with her vision fading to black. She could see feet walking up to her and hear indistinct talking. She held her bow close to her as the last thing she could see was her name scratched into the frosty surface of the ancient wood... "Ashe"
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Thank you for reading and I'm looking forward to hearing your opinions!!!