The Ruined King and the Fallen (Viego x Morgana Fanfic) (League Of Legends)

lonely woods~ Morgana

It's been about 3 days since Morgana left the village she lived in for the last few years. Since she was immortal she often had to move. She was scared people would eventually get suspicious some day since she didn't age. Similar to vampires her body would stay 27 for ever. The legend of the two winged sisters of judgement and mercy was long forgotten. In some places it was a story the oldest living person of the village would tell the children but their versions of the story changed through the centuries. Morgana's name was forgotten long ago which she didn't mind. What kept her going for the last 1000 years was the hope of being able to talk to Kayle once again. Morgana had to get her once beloved sister out of her delusions of being the saviour, the one who filters humanity from the unworthy.

Lost in her thoughts Morgana walked her way through the old, lonely petricite forests without a real destination. She was thinking about what story she was going to tell the people at the next place she was going to live at. What type of house was she going to buy? Was she going to continue crafting potions as she did the last 30 years? It was cold and windy outside. Back in the old village she wasn't sure if it was worth taking her warm clothes since she had more than enough money to buy new ones. Now she was very thankful for bringing her long coat. It was the most beautiful shade of black she had ever seen and it matched perfectly with the long violet dresses she wore most of the time. They looked way too classy for someone living in small Demacian villages but she loved her elegant style. The world changed a lot in the last thousand of years but her style would always stay the same. By sides it was very hard to find anyone who could make dresses with cutouts for her wings without making them look super hilarious.

At the moment her wings were pulled close to the rest of her body to protect the woman from the cold wind. With her soul magic she could easily make the things she wanted to keep fly behind her which was quite nice. Her magic was very powerful but she didn't have any physical strength. She finally reached the edge of the forest. Since it was on a hill she could see the capital city of Demacia. The city looked the same as it did 1000 years ago.. except the.. weird black.. fog(?) surrounding it. The weird whatever it was glowed in a bright green. Morgana had never seen something even close to that before. She was so fascinated by the strange thing- she could have stared at it for hours. Until she noticed a weird guy, laying on the floor with a sword in his hand that looked even more huge than the ones Demacian soldiers were using. It had the same green glow the weird fog thingy had.