A New Ray of Light
Again I awaken, in between two houses, it's always dark around when I wake up, always a blank empty sky full of nothing but darkness and the moon. Like always I lay on the cold and lifeless concrete before getting up and living. Pulling up my hood I walk out, hiding my long black hair underneath the cloak. I'd see no reason to cut it, so I don't. Again, and again I do the same thing, stealing from those who are more fortunate than me. Or at least, that's what I say to myself so I don't feel any remorse from what I do. Usually it's just random people who happened to be in the wrong place and the right time. But I needed more than a few bits here and there I needed a bigger score. So I do what anyone would do here in Runeterra, I go towards the Institute, where every champion there lives in what I'd consider luxury, a bed and a feast every day. Sneaking in is always challenge, but I'm small enough to sneak between the cracks. My target is never the same and usually I don't steal enough for them to notice, my target this time is Leona.
As usual, I steal a horse leaving an IOU at the stable before riding towards the Institute, as always I leave while it's dark. My eyes over the years have developed to be able to function with pinpoint precision especially the darkness. Running on top of houses from roof to roof to get to the houses in the farms is the easy part; the hard part is taking the horse. It started raining again and only one thing comes to my mind "help me.". I don't know why the rain upsets me so much, if anything I should be happy as it hides me better at night but I quickly ignore it so it doesn't swallow me whole, I know I have a problem I really do it's just… I have nobody who can help me… at least not anymore…
Running from rooftop to rooftop as swiftly as I can before descending down a makeshift ladder I made that goes right over the city wall and directly into farm territory right on the other side. Running again, I trudge across the fields as fast as I can staying low to the ground as the guards who patrol the outer city scope the dark fields lanterns in hand and others using magic to light their way. Trying my hardest to avoid conflict I manage to do so and end up behind the stables where the horses usually are.
Quickly regaining my composure I loom over the stable looking to make this quick. I take the two makeshift daggers each already nearing the breaking point out of my sheaths made out of rough and dark mud like in shade; leather. I begin my descent slowly, breathing heavily and a bit to loudly… "No matter how many times I do this it never gets easier" I say in a hushed tone." Just before landing on the ground with a soft smack amplified by the rain, holding my knives up I make my way to the horses hoping… no praying that there isn't anyone there. Luckily there wasn't, letting out a small sigh of relief I quickly pick the smallest horse of them all and let him out of his cell like stable before hopping up on him and continuing north to the Institute.