Rakan stands between the encroaching mist and Xayah, the latter on her knees, breathing heavily as mist pours out of a wound on her arm.
"Rakan..." She breathes, the word barely reaching her lovers' ears.
He turns around and kneels down to her, his hands on her shoulders.
"It's fine, I'm here, my love."
Xayah looks up at him, fear in her eyes. "Leave me. Please."
"No, Xayah, I can't do that."
"You have to or it'll take you too." Xayah pulls Rakan towards her and kisses him before pushing him away. "Please, Rakan, I can't watch you die."
The tears in her eyes convince him and he backs away slowly, watching the mist consume the one he loves.
"Be safe, my love." She whispers before she falls to the mist.
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The Ones who were Ruined
FanfictionThis is a bunch of very short stories about different League of Legends champions either being corrupted by the Black Mist or choosing to fight the mist as a Sentinel of Light.
