The fresh scent of pine wafts into the explorer's nose as he crawls through the undergrowth of the unexplored forest.

Ezreal hops over a branch and stretches, taking in his surroundings, the lush green leaves, the bright sunlight coming down from the gaps in the canopy and the chirping birds which seemed to sing.

One of the many reasons why he explores the untouched natural havens that Valoran has to offer.

In the distance Ezreal spots an odd looking mess of vines and chiseled stone bricks, what Ezreal had come to this forest to look for, an ancient temple that is said to contain a plethora of artifacts and a treasure.

Ezreal grins at the thought of himself discovering the long lost treasure. He rushes over to the temple and begins pulling apart the loose stone bricks that were piled over the entrance.

With all the bricks moved, a small tunnel extended into the ground before Ezreal. He readjusts his goggles and crawls in.

The tunnel begins to grow; it became large enough to allow Ezreal room to stand up. Using the blue light emanating from the amulet carefully embedded inside his gauntlet, Ezreal inspects the wall of the tunnel.

No longer is the wall dirt and roots of the trees above, the wall now is a structured corridor made out of stone. The walls had ancient text carved into each brick. Using the loose amount of knowledge he had on this ancient language he decides to translate the carvings on the wall.

"The people of Ionia shall kneel before the holy god"

"Those who trespass into this sacred place shall receive god's wrath"

The next few lines of carvings were unreadable for Ezreal.

The veteran explorer had come across many warnings just like this, they don't faze him anymore. Ezreal strode forward, further and further into the temple.

The long corridor seemed to continuously extend forward with no end. Getting impatient Ezreal moves into a jog, however the corridor of monotone stone and moss just kept going.

What the hell is up with this place? Ezreal thinks to himself.

He charges up his gauntlet for an arcane shift, yellow sparks appear and dance around Ezreal, illuminating his face in a warm light. He shifts forward a few metres, but doesn't stop there he arcane shifts again and again, covering huge amounts of distance, but to no avail.

Ezreal slowed down to a stop, panting.

"I need to get used to using my magic when outside of the arena again." Ezreal says under strained puffs.

Unlike the world outside of the arenas, every champion is restrained when fighting, in order to keep equality; it also makes more entertaining games for the summoners who watch the daily blood baths between the champions.

This thing never ends. Ezreal thinks to himself.

He turns to the wall of the tunnel and raises his gauntlet; he fires a mystic shot and a essence flux at the wall, leaving behind a burn mark almost bigger than him. Ezreal turns, and runs down the tunnel again.

A few minutes later the explorer reaches the same burn mark that he left behind, the corridor is actually a ring. Ezreal moans. How could I fall for this simple trick? Ezreal thinks to himself.

He sighs and places his left hand on the wall, he then walks forward. Eventually his gauntlet hits a dent in the well with a soft clang, the sound reverberates through the temple.

Ezreal takes a step back and begins firing a series of mystic shots and essence fluxes at the dent, leaving behind a gaping hole. He grins with satisfaction, as he walks forward into the hole he made Ezreal's foot catches on something, a wire.

Almost instantly a hail of arrows is shot in the explorer's direction. Ezreal arcane shifts forward, perfectly timed, he had teleported through the wall of arrows and landed safely on the other side.

He wipes the sweat off his brow and moves on. As he walks he raises his gauntlet in case he springs any other traps. As he moves he sees a small beam of sunlight shining down from the roof in the distance, and inside that beam an old sword stood, stuck into the ground.

The tunnel opens up into a huge room, with massive pillars shouldering the weight of the roof and the forest above. The floor was decorated with a beautiful mosaic depicting Ionian's doing sacred activities.

Ezreal looks up, the sword had many gems of different types encrusted into it. It reflected the light into different beautiful colours, illuminating the area around it.

It is definitely a sword for a god. Ezreal thinks to himself.

As he walks further and further forward, Ezreal hears a crack. Then another louder crack, that echoes through the room.

Ezreal spins around and spots that one of the pillars now has a massive crack that spans the entire length of it. The pillar next to it suddenly cracks as well.

Crumbling under the weight, the pillars and the roof collapses. Ezreal turns and runs for the sword, arcane shifting like a madman, determined not to be trapped under the rubble. As more and more pillars fall, the falling rubble catches up to the explorer.

A rock falls onto the back of his ankle, causing him immense pain, "I'm not dying here." Ezreal huffs under his breath.

He fixes his eyes forward, at the sword.

In all the commotion the Explorer did not notice the blue light circling around his feet, slowly rising up his body. The sword was only a few feet away. It is nearly within Ezreal's reach.

The blue light reaches his shoulders and he notices the light straight away.

Oh no! He thinks not now! Ezreal shoots his hand forward, the blue light circles around his face, the sword is so close, that Ezreal could see his reflection on it.

Ignoring the falling rubble behind him he swings his arm at the handle of the sword, the blue light also completely consumes him, before he reaches the sword.

He is immediately moved to somewhere familiar, Summoners Rift.

"Dammit!" Ezreal shouts through his painful expression.

"Why?! I was so close!"

"Calm down Ez" Said Zac "We have a pretty tough match today, you better be prepared guys."

Behind Ezreal a soft melodic tune is played, the notes soothes his body, almost putting him in a trance. There is no other musician who could play music as moving as that.

"Hello Sona, it is nice to see you again."

Sona smiles and lightly nods, next to her is the rest of Ezreal's team mates; Nocturne and Veigar .

"Good luck you guys!" Zac exclaims as he runs of the starting platform.

"Sorcerer, I require your assistance at slaying the mutts…" Nocturne whispers to Veigar.

They both leave the platform shortly after. Ezreal turns to Sona, she is in her arcade skin this game, it is a popular choice among summoners.

"Are we doing the same thing again for this game Sona?" Ezreal asks.

Sona nods and signals for Ezreal to start heading to the bottom lane. Ezreal and Sona have played so many times together that they took the time to learn how to communicate via sign language. Ezreal quickly buys a doran's blade and rushes down, with Sona by his side.

Although it doesn't seem like it Ezreal is furious. I had spent two weeks looking for that damn temple and I missed out on that sword because of this stupid game. Ezreal thinks to himself. Ezreal grits his teeth; he is going to unleash his anger upon the other champions.

Ezreal rushes through the bushes and bumps into Sivir, while Sivir flinches; Ezreal jumps back and fires his arcane bolts and mystic shots at Sivir. Sivir tries to scurry back to her tower, but Sona manages to land her exhaust. Ezreal had already achieved first blood before the minions spawned. Through the bushes Ezreal spots Taric running down the lane, he prepares his gauntlet for another attack.

By forty minutes Ezreal had fifteen kills and no deaths, Sona was having a hard time keeping up with him. Ezreal crouches in a bush next to Sona, Sona catches his attention and makes a few hand signals, saying that they should try to destroy the nexus.

Ezreal and Sona creep around the enemy team, while Nocturne and Zac keep them busy. The purple nexus explodes in a shower of glass and crystal, leaving behind an empty platform where the crystal originally stood.

"Victory!" booms the announcer's voice

Blue light circles around all of the champions as the game draws to a close. All of the playing champions arrive back at the institute again.

"Good game guys, Ez you were a monster out there" Zac says to Ezreal

"Yeah uh thanks. You guys did great, I gotta go" Ezreal says before he makes a quick exit. Ezreal has a few things to talk about with a certain summoner about why he had been called to a game while exploring.