Lucky - Arcane VixOC - 1215 FanFiction

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Eight years ago, the night Vi went after Vander with Claggor and Mylo, I stuck close to Ekko. We held each other as the sun set, and our lives were falling apart, until the first explosion shook my head back to the present.

I remember running for the window, and then climbing the ladder on the wall to the roof, just to see where it was. It was coming from right where Vi and the others had gone to save Vander.

Usually, Ekko would go his own special way through all the tiny nooks and cranies of the undercity to see what suspicious things were happening, but this time, it was my turn.

I told him to stay put, and he could only come for me after the sunrise if I hadn't returned by then. I didn't want him to see what might be there, because he'd already seen Benzo get mauled.

I ran, sprinting through balconies and over roof tops, sliding down pipes. I jumped in through a window and rolled, bounding for the other end of the building, I ran straight through the open back door and gripped the balcony railing, looking up, around, and then down.

There she was, Vi, covered in dirt and blood, sobbing and rubbing her face. I turned and looked to where the fire was, and Powder was screaming, Silco approaching her slowly.

When I turned back to Vi, though, a group of enforcers—including that cursed man, grabbed her from behind and knocked her out, dragging her away.

Not too long after, Silco carried Powder away like a precious trophy, and I slipped past them to look at the damage they were leaving behind. First, I saw Vander, mutilated. Then, climbing over the rubble to get on to the higher floors, I found Claggor and Mylo's bodies. Mylo was impaled, Claggor's head had been bashed in.

Stumbling out of the room they'd died in, I slowly surveyed the area, stopping when I saw a monkey toy with bass' on it's hands. Just like one I used to have as a toddler. I crept towards it, bending down on one knee, I carefully picked it up. It was covered in dirt, and as I brushed over its face with my hand, some of the paint came off. It was wax, warmed from the explosions...

Powder was the only one I knew with wax crayons. She followed Vi even though she told her not to.

Of course she did, how could anyone not see that coming?

Then, from the center of the monkey, I plucked out a cracked marble. Dropping the metal monkey, I held the marble up to my eye.

I'd recognize this anywhere, even if it was dead inside... the living crystals my grandmother told me about. The very thing that Piltover will use to expand their city and bring progress to all has killed my friends.

And here I am, unscathed.

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When Ekko returned to the base, I was in my room, looking over all the old maps and notes I had. For almost three years after Vi was arrested, I tried to come up with a plan to rescue her. I had everything mapped out, and all I needed was enough time and skill, and maybe enough money, to get myself there and get us both out alive.

There'd be no point in going if only one of us could make it back...

But then, Ekko told me she might not still be alive. What if I went, and risked my life, just to find out she was dead? I was safer here with the firelights, because no one would be there to help me at Still Water Prison.

My tears were stained on these pages. After three years, I finally put them all away and focused on our own, new growing family. I couldn't take the risk.

Vida was the first to meet with me, not Scar like I expected. She came into the room in a hurry, without even knocking. I spun in my seat and quickly stood, asking her what happened. I was worried someone got hurt.