Prologue: Garren from DEMACIAAAAAAAAAA!
It was a dark night in summoner's rift. Twisted Fate was running alone down the middle lane, he didn't have time to check to see if he was still being pursued. His breathing was hard and labored, he was trying his best to flash forward but it didn't seem to work, his teammates seemed to be gone, he desperately hoped they were setting up a gank... He could really use one... In a short time though none of that would matter...
Cho'Gath,having fed on the mighty dragon chased the little mortal sleight of hand expert. His hunger gnawing at him. Twisted Fate would make a fine meal and not a single pesky distraction in sight.
The minions charged forward, defending their ally as was their duty. They only proved to be fodder for the terror of the void. He tore through them, devouring them, feasting and growing.
The steam golem joined the chase, pulling the gypsy back to the eager maw of Cho' Gath.
Fate could see into that bottomless pit in reality that most would call a mouth. He saw his demise. He saw and knew terror.
He chuckled. His hat tipped over his eyes... He smirked at the irony.
"Graves... Sorry pal... Looks like I avoid destiny... Yet again."
A single tear flew back, the first and last tear the card master would ever have. Of this he was certain... The tear landed on a blade of grass, laying upon it like the dew of the morning.
The terror leaned forward, eager to devour the card master. An unearthly rumble in is gullet... He would feed... Then destroy...
The tear slowly began to fall from the glade, trailing down the grass slowly... The last remnant of the greatest trickster...
"DEMACIA!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly, with great vigor a warrior clad in blue and gold armor jumped from the bush. Like lightning he charged forward.He swung his sword wildly and before the golem could react, it was dismantled. The terror turned on the sword wielding warrior, but the void terror was far too slow.
The warrior cut through the beings legs like a cruel child, ripping legs off a beetle. The titan fell as the champion jumped atop the beast as it roared in anger, its jaw snapping at the meal it was denied. With a twirl of his mighty sword Garren drove the great sword into the creatures skull, silencing the beast for good.
"DEMACIAAAAAA!!!"
The next wave of minions began to rebuild the nearby tower while Garren, the hero of the day assisted his magic swindling teammate from the ground to his feet.
"Stand! Stand if you be a man! We must now push! Come card tosser! Tonight we fight for-"
"Demacia?"
"No! DEMACIAAAAAA!!!!!!"
With that the might of Demacia led the charge, taking the minions and Fate down back the lane towards the enemy Nexus. With a battle-cry for his homeland he cleaved through the opposing minions, his sword bringing glory for his home. TF, not being very easily impressed was in slight awe of this sword swinging fanatic. He had worked with Garren before but today... Today was different... The hero seemed... Fueled tonight. He carried himself with more heroism than he had ever done so before.
"Charge! Forward Minions! Tonight! We dine! In Noxus!"
It took some time, but Garren and fate pushed forward. The minions being slain, every death fueling the duo. Cho'Gath and Blitzcrank met them at the tower. It began firing upon the minions giving time for Ryze, master of magic and Vi, the enforcer of Piltover to join the fray.
"Vi! Good to see you my friend! Where is lee?"
Vi smirked as she charged forward with a dynamic trust of her fist, colliding with the newly respawned Blitzcrank.
"He's keeping, Elise, and Monkey King busy! Ya think we can win before he gets bored and finishes 'em off?"
Garren gave a hearty laugh as he cleaved into another wave of minions,
"I certainly hope so! Come! Let's end this!"
"Oh! Oh! Let me try!.."
Vi took a deep breath, as she crushed the steam from the golem She looked to the sky, pointing a finger to the heavens.
"DEMACIAAAAA!!!!!!"
Garren placed a proud hand on the shoulder of his face smashing comrade. She may not represent his home... But she had the fighting spirit of any native Demacian in the league. And today, he was proud to stand beside her. A patriotic tear of manliness came to his eye which he quickly wiped away, his heroic fervor recomposing him. He pointed his sword toward the fleeing Cho' Gath, pointing to the lights of the enemy nexus on the horizon.
"Come! We must push this lane! To their nexus!"
And so they did. Quite successfully in fact. There was little resistance between the tower and the nexus... But they had no inkling as to the pain that awaited them there.
"Vi! The inhibitor! TF, wards! I don't want a surprise gan-"
In that moment as the team began to spread out, a wave of crippling pain caused them all to stop. Falling over to clutch their skulls in agony. Their eyes began to bleed as the pain racked their bodies.
"W-What is this?!"
A rasping, vile laugh escaped the mouth of a dark robed figure. He appeared mortal but any could see he was far from it.
Karthus smiled madly as the team was incapable of escaping his ultimate attack.
"You foolish, foolish mortals. Did you really think it would be that easy? That you could just, waltz into my nexus and disrupt my plans? Haha... No... I won't allow it."
The howls of pain coming from the attackers drowned out any response he may have gotten. The lich approached the might of Demacia. The first champ to invade his nexus, the first champ to make the push toward his base.
"Ahehahaha... When word reaches your sister of your death, it will be very sad indeed... Do you think she's sleep with me if I brought you back to life? Ahahahahahahaha!"
Garren's hand reached for the throat of the necromancer. He would kill him for his slander... Well... Re-kill him... Un-kill him? Hmmm...
"Any last words 'might of demacia'? Before I end your little push?"
"D...D..."
"Oh? Are you asking me to die? Ahehe... Already did you foo-"
"DEMACIA!!!!!!!!!!"
With a howl Garren stood up, spinning in a circle, his blade becoming a helichoper of death.
"Demacian style! Spin-to-win technique!"
The lichs' eyes widen as the champion of champions charged forward, his blade cleaving into him several times. Before he could react, he was slain. His cloak falling to the floor as his bones burst into dust from the might of Garren's mighty swing.
With the lich dead, the attacker's forced into the nexus. They went back to work dismantling the place. Garren stood vigil, waiting for the lich to return. He would slay him before he got a chance to unleash his ultimate once more...
Until he began to recall.
"Garren?! Where are you going?!"
"N-Nowhere! W-What's going on?! No! No!"
Karthus spawned, his eyes full of rage and malice. His hands came up sending his ult forth once more, once again begining to slaughter his team.
"No! No! Summoner! What are you doing?! let me stay! We must save them! Noooooooooooooo!"
And he was gone. Karthus looked upon the face of the rebel steampunk punk rock hoty from piltover.
"My dear... You're about to become a necrophiliac..."
Garren upon his return expected to see the stone, rune covered towers of his nexus. Instead he was greeted by a very confused looking purple unicorn in what seemed to be a small library...
With a little dragon, begging to be slain.
"DEMACIA!!!"
