Escape from the Institute

by Clocktwerk

Soraka runs away from the Institute of war and meets a familiar friend along the way. Note: this was my first short story, so it's not as good as the others (although the sona one isn't the best either)

1. Chapter 1

As the fourth season of war drew nearer to the Institute, many changes were taking place within the League. Powerful summoners had given their champions trinkets to better guard against enemy invasions from the dark forests on The Rift. Many more changes were being anticipated and there was much jubilation over new gold generation, but for one there was only sorrow.

Laying across her plush bed, a lone girl with purple skin and a golden horn sobbed in to her silk sheets. She did not want for the others to hear her pain so she buried her head in to the pillow. She felt an odd sensation on her forehead as her pillow was speared by her horn. That was the sixth one this month, today was not getting any better for the Starchild.

After another hour of weeping Soraka gathered a few of her favorite belongings, as well as some of the fabulous hoof polish the Institute has provided her, put it together in a knapsack affixed to a small sapling branch and headed on her way. Where she was going even Soraka did not know, but she felt a great weight lift from her intricately tattooed shoulders as she left the Insitute of War behind.