The Daughter Of The Virtuoso - |A League of Legends FanFiction|

PROLOGUE - The Red Night

All my life has always been the worst lie.
Worst because there was no reason to hide me the truth, after all he would come to take me, he promised and he always persevered in his promises.
When I knew the truth, it destroyed me.
But first things first, before I will you talk about my quiet, albeit boring life in Ionia;
The city of harmony, or as everyone knows it, but there are more ghosts in a small island farther from the civilization of progress, than in the Noxian court during the takeover of some monarch.
Witches with immense magical power, capable of lifting an entire land-ground and ninjas traitor of their own masters, only a few were saved from the from corruption that covered the foundations of a civilization that is prone to peace.
I lived there up to a few days ago with a family that I believed my own, this is where my story begins.

"Jinko! Do not you dare to disobey again my orders!"

"Otherwise?
What will you do to me? "

I intimate her, while approaching to her face, so much to stare in her eyes and what I saw certainly did not reassure me;
I saw a fear so strong that I almost could make her iris tremble as soon as I came close enough.
She slaps me loudly, enough that I fall to the ground and get a dark bruise on my cheek.

"You're just a black sheep, I can see it, you're really a monster's daughter!"

Immediately she covered her mouth, giving me one sad look, as if she had said something terrible and unforgivable at the same time, with the same eyes that just seconds before were animated by an uncontrollable fear.

"What are you saying mom?
Dad is a merchant, not a monster... "

With that word began to raise the first suspicions, which increased the friction between me and them, so much that I could not stand them anymore.
I had no resemblance to them, nor for my appearance, nor for my interests. I loved the arts, the music, the show, but certainly not the business, indeed, you could surely say that I almost hated it.
I hated when most of the time they took me to their meetings, adorned like a painting, as if I were with them only to be exposed to those posers of the nobility of Ionia.

Soon came the straw that broke the camel's back, or at least my patience.

"Who are you to tell me how I should behave? How should I act and all that beautiful things of an Ionian girl! Nothing, here you are NOTHING!"

I roared against the woman, who was unable at the same time to stop me, I was a raging river, I wanted to scream everything I had always hidden within myself, but the common sense stopped me.

"Do not look for me! For any reason!"

I spent the rest of the day in the streets of the capital, in its narrow roads where I rarely felt a noise that wasn't the usual fabric vendor, trying not to get myself into trouble or not to get noticed by anyone suspicious;
But, either way, I failed in my attempt.
But at least my thoughts managed to reorganize for good, perhaps the heavy air of the city then was not really as bad as my father described me, they seemed almost all peaceful in their intent, or maybe I had gone through safe streets and everything I was seeing was just a masked reality.

I returned very late that night at home, I sat on the bed and quickly fell asleep with a lump in my throat that barely gave me peace.

But it was not the frequent nightmares to wake me up, nor did the redundant words that my mother shouted as I walked through the doorway to escape to the capital that afternoon, but loud gunshots.
I stood on the bed, I was completely paralyzed with fear. There were no screams, just a loud metallic noise as if someone was walking to my room.
I did not want to believe it, I surely hated them, but having a killer behind the door was not the utmost fun.
In a moment someone lifted my blankets, forcing me to suddenly turn around.

I rubbed my eyes, because what I saw shocked me.

A tall man twice my height was holding my heavy blanket as if it were a sheet of paper, looking me from head to foot, making me feel like a tiny gnat ready to be crushed.

"I found you."

He whispered, trying to grab me by the arm, but my innate agility allowed me to escape from the window with a very short calculated leap, enough to hurt my knee and, almost certainly, given the throbbing pain that struck me shortly afterwards, even the my foot had gone.

Running away, I saw him, looking at me through a shady mask, white as ivory and he shouted a strong "no" that did frighten me even more.
So this was the end of my adventures?
Obviously not.
Arriving at the royal castle, almost dragging my legs, the Ionian Queen gave me shelter for the night, giving me the opportunity to sleep in a suite, patrolled by elite guards.

The only thing that made me doubt all that security was a window that looked into a garden of red roses.
It was as if my kidnapper knew all about Ionia and like nothing he down from that window, carrying a handkerchief with a nauseous smell that he brought to my nose, strong enough to make me faint.

So he brought me away.

And now I find myself in a caravan led by a jerk, next to the guy who says he is my father and a fat man with an orange beard.

Luckily, Jhin, in short, the man with the identity complexes, gave me a diary to record some of my experiences.
In a sense, it is as if he wanted to know more about me.

"So your name is Jinko?"

"Yes, my mother gave me this name long ago."

I replied, crossing my arms to seem more threatening, since in the eyes of all I was a walking snowball ready to be slaughtered by the madman who was now talking to me as if, the night before, nothing had happened.

"Interesting, it not that bad, though I would have choose something more meaninful."

I nodded, while he was looking at me.

"The most common name it means artificial... why?"

"I would have chosen something more poetic, that's all."

I snorted, I knew that my name was insignificant to be of Ionia, but I never noticed it, or at least no one had ever mentioned this detail.

"I don't know how could you be my father."

"You'll know soon, Jinko, very soon."