League of Legends Shorts

Exiled

Falling is worse than any death. Death would be a perfectly wrapped gift in sparkling gold paper, topped with a velvet bow compared Falling. The graceful light that once ran through your veins is simply ripped out of you and you fall, down into the darkest pits of your mind. I was pushed into my own personal hell.

As I fell, I was left with only my darkest thoughts. Two beautiful blonde young girls dancing on the clouds, nothing could touch us. We stood side by side; no object of desire or duty could ever come between us. My sister and I…

Kayle…

I lived happily in her shadow. Father would speak of nothing but her greatness. I paid no mind. With his looming gaze away from me, I was free to do as I pleased. While Kayle learned to battle, I studied various books with delicious recipes. I aspired to create food that could gently kiss every taste bud on my tongue.

This was my freedom, my creative spark. It was the only way to be myself in a home of emotionless soldiers. It allowed me to be myself, express my feelings and often escape my troubled thoughts. But in a world with freedom to do as you pleased, chaos fallowed.

My passion…

When the war came to our family… it was clear Father expected us to choose his side. Kayle was so eager to please him, so ready to give up our freedom for a world of “safety”, so eager to throw me into the flames.

“Father, I beg of you, please! I cannot bear to give up my baking, it beings me the greatest joy!” I begged at his feet, tears swelling in my eyes.

He didn’t even shoot me a glance, “There needs to be order, you foolish girl! I tire of you! Kayle, remove this… Fallen scum!”

I watched his feet as he stomped away, throwing my recipe book to the floor before engulfing it into flames. I shrieked loudly as I watched. Kayle stood there for what felt as forever. I cried for long while before she finally approached.

            She weaved her long, warm fingers through my hair and heaved my head up to look at her. Her once joy filled, light blue eyes looked at mine, empty.  They held no compassion, no sorrow and no will. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing, but betrayal.

            “Kayle, fight with me… for freedom? …Individuality? …F-For your sister? Please?”  I softly spoke as tears streamed down my face.

            She clenched her teeth so hard together they were sure to crack, and through them she spoke in a cold voice I had never heard her use before, “You are not my sister!”

            Her hand released my hair and found the hilt of her sword. She held the edge of the blade to my chest, directly where my heart was located. In one swift motion she plunged the blade into my heart and severed the heavenly grace from me.

            I fell, pushed by my very own sister…

            Hatred filled up inside my chest, replacing the grace I once carried. As the hell fires consumed me, I softly vowed to myself. “Kayle will feel my revenge, she will see no mercy!”

            When I awoke from my hell, I found myself in a dark ruin. Fog danced along the floor. The moon’s rays beamed through the large holes in the stone roof. My skirt wore dirt and rips. My beautiful white wings were now ripped and bloodied.

            A figure stood in front of me. I didn’t bother to look up at it, my vision hazed with tears. Tears that I was ashamed of having. The figure held out a red elixir in a crystal bottle. “Drink, it will heal the wounds.”

            Without question I pulled out the little cork and took a swig. It was bittersweet, granting health but also promising that I live on.

            The figure then held out a large black book. The edges were framed with gold and a symbol painted in red. Blood perhaps?

            Slowly, I took the book and examined it. “My name is Morello and I give to you my Tome. Learn what you can from it and find more dark magic to obtain. You will need great power to overthrow The Judicator. All I ask in return is that you do not fail. Evil must be triumphant…”

            I could already feel myself growing stronger as I held the Tome in my hands. A smirk grew across my face as I stood up, Morello was gone. So, I softly whispered myself, “Let the battle begin!”