The Light To His Shadow | League Of Legends Fan-Fiction

Chapter 2 | The Academy

The journey was unbearably long. Every day was the same, walking along a seemingly never ending path. The robot made for bad company, and the handcuffs made Aloka too uncomfortable to relax.
"Hey Blitzy," she started, smiling sweetly. "How long till we get there? Don't you have something to get there quicker?"
Like the last thirty-four tries, Blitzcrank did not respond. Aloka sighed and rubbed her sore wrists.
Soon, night fell, and it was time to set up camp. "Not even a camp," Aloka muttered, "this is just laying on the ground."
In fact, Blitzcrank had no need to rest. He stood at the opposite end of the clearing, guarding all night. On the other hand, Aloka snaked up a tree, nesting in a particularly leafy branch. Although she had a formal bed at the village, she often spent nights out, growing accustomed to conditions like this. Soon all fell quiet, and Aloka found sleep. Like every other night, none came to bother the Vastayan and golem duo.
The next morning, the cycle started anew. Blitzcrank would wait for Aloka to descend, and they would be one their way again. Aloka already did not require much to eat in order to survive, but Blitzcrank silently offered a strange bar of dried fruit anyways. She accepted. Aloka stared up at the blue sky, missing the rivers of her village. The golem did not seem to understand the concept of bathing. Accumulated dirt was visible on her skin. Aloka was sure her breath smelled of rotting game. Sleeping in trees and consuming nothing but fruit bars did a number on her hygiene.
"So where are you from?" Aloka tried.
No response. Her thirty-fifth attempt was futile. Many days passed, and Aloka was about ready to give up her hopes of reaching anywhere at all. She had eaten fruit bars for the whole journey, which the golem magically conjured from a cavity in his frame, and slept on dirt, rocks, and leaves. The scenery changed from the native Ionian lands, to the great ocean, to the shore of what Aloka had presumed was the mainland. The magic levels varied drastically, and Aloka could feel the variance, even with the handcuffs. After passing lands torn by war and fortified military bases, the scenery gave way to a flat valley surrounded by the outline of mountain ridges. A passing bird tweeted the name, "Nockmirch." By this point, Aloka was almost unrecognizable with fifth. The handcuffs chaffed her wrists, and her hair was matted with the elements of nature. She was allowed one bath after landing on the shore of the mainland, but the environment was much harsher there on. Somehow, Blizcrank was still the shiny golem he first arrived as. The tweed suit jacked had no indication of a month long trek from the Ionian wild.
In the far distance a structure jutted from the flat valley. Aloka could not believe her eyes. Large sloping metal-plated walls defended a taller, fortified building in the center. Large trees grew from outside the walls, leaning in to the inner building, trying to support it. Small facilities functioned under those trees, and Aloka could see small moving dots scurrying from point to point. The trees attempted to give structure to the walls and the building, reminding Aloka of her village at home. Exhaustion screamed from her muscles, and her bones begged to rest, but Aloka's heart still couldn't resist the tiny excitement from being here. "I'm here, at The Academy, and they wanted me here." Aloka giddily thought.
"Wait..."
"I'm here, and they wanted me here?"
Aloka shook her head in confusion. "But why?"