Forge of worlds - League of legends fanfic

Chapter 2 - The passage

The sound of water gliding over the wooden boat had created a melody that had hummed Ezreal almost into a deep nap,  with the sun shining from above, reflecting the light upon the shallow stream that granted them a faster route to their destination. With just a few golden coins was he able to convince both Yotah and a companion of his to guide him along the way so that they could drop him off on the land where he was supposed to be. While pressing his thumb and index finger he flicked sparks of hextech light as if they represented bubbles to keep him awake during their trip, his other hand resting behind his head.
Never had the sky been as bright as today. The clouds drifted by in various shapes and sizes, forming images and recognizable creatures. One that had shaped itself into a flower for a mere minute and an occasional rabbit or butterfly. He did not put much attention into where the men were taking him, after countless stories and his appearance in MarrowMark it had brought better times along. People wondered were Jarro Lightfeather was, if he would return with another story of his adventures through the catacombs of Shurima's noble tombs. A deep sigh of joy had rolled off his tongue, now folding both his hands behind his head he drifted off with the waves that carried them along. His thoughts went out into his dream realm, where he occasionally had seen Lux, the girl he could not have gotten out of his head since the day he had seen her. After many visits to the most boring empire, Demacia, Ezreal was witness of an event that involved the leaders of the region: The Crownguard family. He rolled his eyes at the sight of villagers to make way for their successors, to him the only great one was himself, until she had caught his vision. With his goggles enhancing his sight he took a better look at the girl with the golden locks and plated armor, her ocean blue eyes that glanced to all of the people, shaking their hands and gesturing politely. He could sense how nervous she was, could see the small twitching in her eyebrows and trembling in her fingers that she had something to hide and that interested him even more. For days he had investigated her, to see what she hid from the world. One day he had caught her kneeling near a pond, bent over to let her teardrops ripple the still waters. Crying, okay, not really his style, at least she did not compose her self any more. He held his breath when the lady closed her thumb and index finger onto the tip of her glove, sliding it off slowly to reveal her pale fingers. A gasp was longing to escape, but he withheld the motion when he had realised the girl was a mage, just like him and magic was forbidden in Demacia.
Ever since that encounter had he found her more and more interesting, imagined of ways that he could approach her, speak with her. To make her feel at ease about her powers and maybe, perhaps a fortunate day, where they could learn from each other. Dreams of a man that fell in love, with the mystery behind a person. Wondering what she could do more, than just shining light from her fingers. A devilish smirk had curled his lips when he did not have to travel any more to see her again, as he had secrets of his own that she was a part of.
Waving the thought of her away he looked back into the blue sky, one of his hands untangling themselves from the other to catch a few drop of water and splash it onto his face.
He loved to travel, though it was often hectic and he sometimes even managed to lose his head over it, it were the quiet moments before an adventure that gave him the time to catch up with the others. He was educated to study the land,
'I hate to admit it, but with the return of Azir, the lands are looking more fertile,' The soft whispers of Yotah had disturbed the serenity in the boat, because Ezreal could tell from every tone in his voice that he carried some sort of worry with him. 'Lets hope the gods bless us to get passed this river and return safely without a scratch.'
Ezreal pressed his lips onto another and rolled his eyes, scratching the top of his head he glanced towards him. 'Who would stop us? Voidlings don't dare to come near water, they're too stupid to know how to swim, that's why they're always swimming in the sands.' Rubbing his stomach after a gentle rumble that sounded from his organs he sat straight up, resting his arms on his knees.
'There is one void creature that can cross the water,' Yotah said, with a frightened look in his eyes. Though the men were wide set and masculine, no matter how big you were in this world, everyone held a fear for death. 'Men speak of one memorable voidling, it is said that they used to be human before. They claim they were lead by the first void worshiper, but rebelled against him to reign over it themselves,' With Ezreal's attention peaked he raised one of his brows, squinting his eyes, envisioning the creature before him. 'A traveler had seen them near Vekaura, he spoke of a man that wore a demonic mask, that looked a lot like the head of a voidling. Some say he wears it to anger the prophet, others say that it holds great powers,' Yotah waved with his hands to shape the weapons the creature was loaded with. 'He has hollow wings that shoot a fire of void toxins and runs with incredible speed. The farmer even claimed that he summons swords that shoot even more bolts, he ran for his life when they were caught seeing the act. All we can say is that wherever he is and goes, the void follows.'
'A human who sacrificed himself to the void?,' Ezreal summarized the story and scratched his chin in disapproval. 'Who is stupid enough to do that?'
Yotah gulped, a drop of sweat rolling down from his forehead as he resumed his speech. 'A man desperate to survive.'
Ezreal chuckled at the thought and leaned back again for a nap. 'I'd like to meet him, to give him some of this.' He raised his gauntlet and waved with his arm to toggle the hextech light that shone from the gem that rested in the middle of the back of his hand. 'Whoever surrenders themselves to the enemy, just to become like one of them is a sad loser that has never seen any value in himself.'
Yotah  glanced at his companion, the look within their eyes that spoke of hesitance that they both shared. One thing was certain, if you gave a man to choose for his life or give in to the enemy and die, both of them would have taken the chance to stay alive. 'So you would just accept your death?' Yotah's companion, who was about as tall as him, with scars running over his lip and balding head asked, his hands still holding onto the paddle that hovered over the water.
'Who said anything about dying?' Ezreal said with a chuckle, waving nonchalantly with his hand. 'I always find my way out of things, no one can kill me but time.' The men shared one more glance before they resumed their paddle work, getting closer and closer to the great Sai.