Visitor in Runeterra [Paused]

Dream

Sensho was laid down on the sofa while Akali was cuddled on top of him. If someone was to enter now, they would have a different idea on what just happened. Sensho's right hand was placed on top of Akali as he gazed on the ceiling. He noticed how the his siblings haven't talked to him yet but was troubled on how to release them. Sensho wanted to let the other's walk on this place with their own body. When he felt Akali adjusting herself, he looked only to see the maiden asleep, he chuckled and even he was exhausted after the ordeal so he decided to get some shut eye. After a few minutes, Sensho was dreaming. A familiar sight that he has seen for who knows how many, there an ocean was infront of him as his feet was standing on sands. Sensho was confused, was this a dream or was being with Akali the dream? He did not know, Sensho could only laugh loudly while facing the sky.

"Maybe I really did lose my mind," Sensho said as he looked at the ocean. "Of course I can't leave this place," he continued only to be heard by the wind.

Sensho was a little upset but the thought of his travels from the other side managed to calm him down. Then he heard a spark, flickering from afar. Sensho hurried and walked to the place and saw the portal where he passed before. The light bluish colored glimmered as it sparked, scattering small lightnings around it. Sensho smiled as he approached the portal and when he was close to it he grabbed the edge of the portal with his right hand making him feel a burning yet paralizing pain in his arm. How could this be a mere dream when the concept of pain managed to stay with him. Sensho did not stop there instead he gripped it tightly as sand supported his hand, covering his arms while compressing his hand and the portal. What would he gain from such an act? Nothing else but a reminder that where he is right now is not a mere illusion. Sensho let his grip go and the sands fell down on the ground, he looked at his palm and saw a burnt mark that travelled to his fingertips but slowly it healed. He sighed and went back to where he woke up but something strange happened, the island was trembling. Sensho looked at the tip of the mountain that covered the sky and noticed something wasn't right. Why does he not know any action of his original body? Sensho was nervous, he tried to merge his consciousness back to the island but something is preventing him. He tried again but nothing happened, when he felt like this is going nowhere he kneeled and the sands cushioned it.

"Strange, the island accepts me as it's owner yet not as me. What is this?" Sensho asked himself as he grabbed a handful of sand and let it fall.

He then heard rumbles in front of him and when he looked a face made of brown rock and sands were combined to make an expression of someone in agony. The face could barely take shape of those from a human as its cheeks were uneven due to the rocks that created it. Sensho doesn't know what was going on nor does he know what to do but stare into the eyes of what was made. Sensho saw its mout opened lightly and before he knew it a deafening sound could be heard at his position yet Sensho does not seem to be affected by it. The face was speaking.

"Freedom, please," the face said with a hint of desperation and despair on its tone.

"Let me go. I must go, FREE ME," the face said with an angry tone on the end.

Before Sensho could reply a voice entered his mind. Not just one but four voices he was accustomed to was speaking at the same time with the same word... his name. Sensho looked behind him and saw nothing but darkness and looked at where the face was before but nothing, he started to gasp for air felling like he forgot to breath a few seconds ago.

"Sensho!" A raspy voice shouted making him look back.

"What happened?" Sensho asked and could feel his brothers arms on top of his shoulder.

"I don't know what happened but you were gathering magic in your body. Not only that, you were trying to absorb ours," Verkin replied with a serious tone.