Disclaimer: All characters except the OCs belong to Riot Games. The cover photo belongs to some random corner on the internet.

Disclaimer 2: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Disclaimer 3: The story I tell here is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be part of League of Legends's official story canon.

(This story is rated T for violence, mild gore and profanity.)

It was a typical early morning in Demacia. The sun had just risen up from the horizon, gradually brightening up the sky. The city was slowly awakening up, as people climbed out of their beds, readying themselves for another day of work.

In the middle of the city was the Royal palace of House Lightshield, home of King Jarvan III and his son. The mansion was huge, it being the most luxurious place of all in Demacia, with five floors, a huge garden, a magnificent ballroom, and a swimming pool on the balcony.

Walking up the stairs in the humongous house was a maid in a black and white dress, holding a plate of breakfast in a metal cover. The King ordered breakfast in his room because he claimed to be feeling unwell in the past few days. When the woman finally arrived in front of his room, she was panting for breath (that was an awfully long staircase). She then proceeded to knock the door.

"King Jarvan! Your breakfast is served!"

She stood there, waiting for the door to open. But no one answered her call.

Strange, the king always opened the door. He should be long awake by now. It's already quite late when compared to other days.

It was then that she noticed a crack in the door—there was light peeking through the small opening.

The door had been opened before she even got there.

There was an internal struggle in her heart—she would undoubtedly face severe consequences if she was spotted peeping into his room, but there was a strong temptation to see what it looked like in a royal's bedroom. Besides, it seemed quiet in the room, so surely there wasn't anyone inside?

The maid slowly pushed the door, and peeked into the room.

The walls were light-gold in colour, and the curtains were silver. The floor was covered by a red mat. A red blanket and a while pillow were on the bed. The bookshelf was right beside the bed, with many old books.

Something else caught her attention. A man lied on the floor, facing upwards. His arms and legs were spread out. He wore a grim expression, his mouth open, lips purple, his tongue stuck out. One hand was laid on his chest.

"Oh my god! King Jarvan!"

The maid rushed beside the man and examined his condition. She checked his nose.

No sign of breathing. At all.

"Impossible! No! Answer me, my Highness!"

No reply.

She touched his body. It was colder than usual.

No response.

She tried hard to reject the truth, but it was obvious that her fear was confirmed.

King Jarvan Lightshield the Third was dead.

Author's note:

Greetings readers! This is the first fanfiction I've written on this site.

Interested in the opening scene? Do consider reading on if you are fascinated with thrills, adventures and unpredictable storylines. .)

So why did I start to write this story, which can be potentially time-consuming and boring? (Yes, I plan to write this story to over 100k words, and though I'm confident this story will not bore me to death, I understand why some writers abruptly put theirs on hiatus) Two reasons: for entertainment (it's definitely enjoyable) and for improving my writing skills (it's certainly not the best, although I should make very little grammatical mistakes because I downloaded Grammarly and thus this will be 99.9% grammatically correct)

Twisted fate is one of the few champs I picked up when I was first introduced to this game, and since then he has become my go-to champ for the mid lane. Thus, he became the protagonist of my story. It's certainly fun writing him since he has some unique abilities, and his past is relatively unexplored in lore so there is more room for me to make up stuff. However, I do include other champions in my story to increase diversity of characters and to keep things fresh. (Guaranteed that 10+ champions will appear here)

I also observed a trend on this website—mystery stories are quite rare. I did some math, and found out that mystery stories take up less than 5% than the total number of stories here. So I thought that it would be challenging to write about the mystery genre here, and I ended up with this. I already expected the number of viewers to be less than usual, but I do hope that at least a few of you are willing to read until the very end—that's my ultimate goal.

Nevertheless, I hope you will enjoy the story if you do choose to read on, and if you (hopefully) have any comments please leave a review below!