League of Legends Shorts

Enlightened

I have done terrible things but all of which needed to be done. To protect was my only goal, I was born for this after all. Had she not seen this coming? For her to not embrace the light our father had given us. I couldn't have been held responsible for fate's will, after all I am just the hand, the Judicator.

I often wonder if we would still dance in the sunlight if she hadn't made her choice, if she would have maybe chosen me…

Sisters…

Morgana had often faded into my shadow. Often I would try to share the light but father never saw anything passed me. I loved coming first, learning to do battle and use my grace to protect those I loved. I couldn't bear the thought of Morgana suffering due to my light however, yet she smiled every day as if nothing was ever wrong.

Truly she was the greatest cook I had ever seen. She would run up to me with a tray of cookies and large eyes begging me to try one. Even in our adolescence she would stare at me with large eyes, "Tell the truth how are they?" She loved the freedom to make what she wanted. Sadly, with freedom comes mayhem.

War…

I knew what side I was on even before Father demanded I helped him. To protect my loved ones and make him proud I would join the battle to fight for justice and order. It brought me joy to believe I could climb my way to the top and be the greatest general the heavens had ever seen. Father would be so proud.

My sister did not share my excitement. She was oblivious at first but it became very clear when Father took away all of her cooking books. She begged and cried. All I could do was watch, completely baffled. Why wouldn't she stand with us? I kept thinking to myself over and over again.

I wanted her beside me, through each step. Sister in battle, we would make an unstoppable pair I was sure. We had shared everything together, why would she try to change things now? She screamed as Father burned her books and it was painful for me to watch. It sickened me yet, I hoped it would help her see reason. This was to protect her and everyone else.

Father shot me a glance as he stormed away, "There needs to be order, you foolish girl! I tire of you! Kayle, remove this… Fallen scum!"

I stood frozen. This wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to change her mind not disown her. I had never questioned his choices before but exiling Morgana seemed too far. I watched her as she cried for her lost books, not for her father's anger or her sister's duty to exile her.

The push…

Prehaps the hardest thing I had ever done was tell myself that the sister I once had was now dead. She would pick a cupcake over her own family. I weaved my hand into her long blonde hair and forced her to look me in the eyes one last time.

She begged me not to do it but I didn't have a choice, even if I did I would have still followed through. "You are not my sister!" I spat, and with those words I took my sister's grace away, turning her into a fallen.

I sat there for hours after, crying. Father didn't speak a word to me until weeks later when I announced I had joined the army. He was proud, as always. I smiled but inside it hurt still thinking about her. I deeply wished I could take it back. I would give anything to have thought of a better solution, to be those two little girls again without a care in the world.

To this day, although I fight to kill her… I still dream of the dancing girls we used to be.