Her strength was enormous compared to her size, she was very proud of who she was, although Ionian had pushed her to the sidelines as a child because they were afraid

That she would wipe them off the ground. After all, how could such a small child have a power that even the sages could not understand?

It has been over a decade since that moment that crushed that traitor who dared to try to weaken her and even take everything from her ...

"Stupid fool," she said scornfully at the body, which was no longer recognizable by the blows of the purple energy balls that had hit him. His appearance made her understand

How trust and so life can look foreign even after a decade.

The raindrops were falling over the flying temple where she had stayed, thunder was coming through the walls-she could not fall asleep after this dream she had dreamed

She saw chaos, blood on the torn flag of Aionia, many bodies on the road that led to a spark in the forest, Suddenly she realizes that she moved to another place.

She heard the pink songbirds-the falajon rustling over the branches of the trees above her that reminded her of childhood in the temple. She saw the narrow rays of the sun that could penetrate

Among the branches of tall, tangled trees. There was a smell of sweet she could not recognize.

As she advanced further into the forest she saw a blade...

The crawn was divided into a number of blades that danced in a beautiful and calming dance around her. The blades guided her to a figure outside the forest standing on the cliff, she could not figure out who this person was

She realized that the figure was a female, with deep blue hair. She could not see her eyes but could see how the character was pleased to see her by handing Cindra her hand

At the same time, the blades surrounded the same figure in a way that resembled the crown, the figure and the blades glowed in a golden light that made Syndra wonder if she had seen the figure somewhere.
Before Syndra could get closer to the figure she heard the sound of a raven, the sky turned red. The sea turned red ... instead of the woman's figure.
She saw a man whose image was more like a crow, and many crows surrounded him. From an unexpected place, the blades came out and cut that man's hand. Syndra turned and realized that the figure of the woman Behind her

it was too late for her to say something since she has already awaken.

She made herself a drink, dressed in the black dress with the purple vests with the buckles, the three circles circling her at all times, she went to the post office where the Rebadon was, she clapped her hands once and then she saw a light from the hat which meant only that There is a message from the Sumerian Rift

"You are invited to an event that will take place in 3 days. Magicians, heroes, and assassins will be able to show your abilities in front of the audience for the new season of League. "

Syndra looked at the message, her heart pounding again with her fingers, and the message disappeared into a small purple ball.
"I'm sure there will be nothing interesting there, even the spy of Damacia, the lightbulb whose name I've forgotten I can crush," She thought to herself when they would stop sending irrelevant messages to her.
Yes, she was part of the Rift, yes she liked to show her power but she would not come to amuse anyone. After all, they were all her playthings. until she got tired of them.

I decide how to live my life-she told herself.

Author's notes

this is my first try writing fanfiction in English and in general.

I apologize if my English is not high class but still, I am glad if someone enjoys my writing, and hopefully, I will improve myself even further!