Raeliel, The Seraphim.

The night proved to be a warm one; something that was received as a gift to all the people of Northbrooke during the frigid November days. It allowed a day for the children to restlessly play once more before the chilling tide of winter made claim of their small town once more. To let one's self wander before locking up to evade the harsh reality of the late year. Yet even with the freezing cold enveloping their land, the food stores were well bountiful after a prosperous farming season.

From the hill that overlooked the entire town, sat a tower, peering endlessly into the gloom of night. The old ran shackled building was created as a signal to warn the townspeople of invaders during the Great War. At the very top of the tower a bell would be rung three times in a decrescendo, getting louder and louder with each ring. The metal used was a rare type of metal that absorbed sound quite well; it took well over a month for the town to afford such an accommodation. Yet it proved its worth time and time again as the war raged on. It saved the townspeople's their lives many times as the enemies were spotted early, and able to get to safety. When the people returned from hiding, they found their town in ruins. Farming communities were highly targeted in sieges and assaults in order to disrupt the Demacian food supply and weaken the army. Although the town was demolished and the food supplies burned, one building stood despite the destruction it stood amidst. The tower, built from stone in a dazzling spiral pattern from the ground up to symbolize the Demacian capitol, remained unharmed. From this, many folk stories arose as to what prevented its ruin. Some people say that a banshee made the tower its home, and keeps away the Noxian army. Others argue it was Jarvan himself spotted ringing the bell and defending the tower.

Eventually, like the folk tales, the tower began to crumble into the earth, once the Great War was fought. It now remains a beacon of sacrifice the farm people made in the past, in order to preserve the future.

It was from this tower the figure gazed into the stars.

The man, clad in a simple brown tunic and trousers, stood at the balcony that looked out over the town. His eyes shimmered with pain and longing, his face fixed into a small frown. The black hair that hung loosely on his shoulders was tied into a ponytail in order to prevent distractions while he worked. His skin was tanned, making him look weathered and tired, as if he had seen and been through much in his life that no one should have to go through. The wrinkles in his brow only added to the look of concentration and weariness he felt.

The highest floor of the tower was turned into his lab, with manuscripts, textbooks, and alien designs that somewhat resembled a female figurine everywhere around the room. In the middle of the room where the bell once hung now sits a table with random pieces of metal parts made to resemble the human anatomy. A hand with its fingers curled lay on one side, while a torso rested in the middle of the table with the chest open to reveal the empty insides of where a heart should be if it were human. The legs were near the bottom, each the same length as the other, both a dull grey that the rest of the body was colored.

With a sigh the man turned around to scan his lab. Much work needed to be done in order to finish his project. But once it was completely built, he still lacked a proper source of power. Such a machine required much energy to activate. It wasn't just another simple Piltovian robot that could run for a few days on a jolt of electricity. This machine would need something to make it truly alive; to be able to continue its life without replenishing its fuel. It will be done he thought to himself.

He had heard rumors of a town which rested closely to a ley line, a source of magic that he believed could be harnessed into a type of activation energy in order to keep perpetually keep his machine going. He theorized that as long as his machine remained on Earth, the primal magic would keep it alive. This type of magic was quite primal; it proved the demise of many civilizations throughout the ages as their mages tried to tame it into a weapon. Ley magic was intertwined with time itself, thus causing erratic dangers if used improperly. One historian told him the story of the Urtistan desert city and how a mage there tried to use the magic of the ley lines to see the future. While he was able to walk between rifts of time, it left him in a coma that prevented him from saving his city.

He wanted to avoid such a fate, and he believed that the careful steps taken so far will prevent such an accident from occurring. The problem wasn't from containing the magic; he bought a golden heart-shaped box and had it enchanted with negating properties towards magic trying to intervene with the magic inside, and from preventing the magic within to escape. The problem would come from activating the ley line. To activate a ley line, the right amount of sorcery has to be created to balance out the 'locks' on the ley lines. Unfortunately, the ley line that ran through the tower was heavily locked by another mage in order to prevent usage of such power. He himself was no mage, but a simple technician. But like a technician, he had a few tricks he thought he could use. The one time he went to the town was to ask the local Sage if it was to rain soon. The Sage simply told him he saw a storm, but one that this world has never seen. Thinking that a massive storm was coming this way, he locked himself up in the tower and waited, hoping the fury of nature was enough to unlock the ley line's power.

Late into the night, with the starts twinkling overhead, he heard the thunder.

He awoke from his light nap and ran to the balcony and looked to see what was coming. No clouds could be seen in the sky; only millions of stars looked down back at him. Puzzled, he continued to look for the sign of thunder he swore he heard. This night was one of the clearest he had ever experienced; with the moon illuminating the land in all directions. Even in the dead of night he could see for miles all around him. Once again he heard the distant rumble of what he presumed to be thunder overhead in the sky. All he could see were the stars shining above, with the North Star lighting the way for merchants and sailors all over the world. He gripped the balcony with both hands to steady himself and sighed. "If I ever leave, I'm going to teach that blasted fool what a real storm is." He turned around to head back to bed when a sudden though sparked in his brain. The balcony faces the town, which faces south. The North Star isn't even in this part of the sky!

He rushed back to the balcony to look above to see that what he presumed to be the great star of the north glowing even brighter than before. It appeared as a miniature sun that flared in the night sky. With a gasp, he realized that it was only growing bigger and brighter by the second, and soon he could the wisps of flame that encompassed the sphere. He immediately ran down the spiraling stairs towards the door and unlocked it to rush outside.

By now the star was hurling towards the ground at such a great speed. He stood in front of the tower and looked up, and only hoped it wouldn't smash the town into ruins. The thunder was even louder now, becoming a roar in his ears as it sped closer and closer to the ground. He realized that if it kept on the same path it was on, it would avoid collision with the town. The only thing that was in pathway was the tower itself. Startled he tried to run back to the tower, but knew he would only be destroyed by the impact of the burning star. He began to run away from the tower and towards the nearby pastures. He found himself standing in the middle of an empty field and watched as the thing most people wished on was about to crush his dreams into rubble. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Damn it! Damn it all!" Anger erupted from him as he began to shout toward the skies, "Is it only me to carry the burdens of a thousand souls in one mind?"

He sunk to his knees and watched in stunned horror as his life's work was about to be destroyed right in front of him. Unable to stand the pain anymore, he gently closed his eyes and breathed in, then out once more. Before he could finish taking the breath it was knocked out of him as the star hurled itself directly into the base of the tower. Pieces of stone and earth erupted into a cloud of debris that spewed several feet into the air. An aftershock erupted, sending the man sprawling on the ground.

Once the debris settled and the smoke cleared, he rose up coughing to survey the damage done. From where he was standing he could see a good portion of the tower missing, but it still remained standing, even if with a limp. He began to run towards the wreckage, dodging pieces of rubble and coughing up the dust in the air. He put his sleeve over his mouth and made his way to the missing piece of the tower to see what was left of the star. He walked carefully to the edge of the crater that was formed from impact and peered into the hole. Expecting to see a meteor of some sort that he viewed in museums as a child, it came to him as a surprise to see only a man lying naked at the center of the crater. He gasped, and began the descent down the hole left by the 'star'. He slid down to the very center and gently touched the being. He remained impassive to the contact, but he was still alive, upon feeling his slow and steady pulse.

While his mind calculated the need to flee from this strange person, his heart was telling him otherwise. He slowly reached down and scooped up the being in his arms, and then hoisted him on his back. The crater in which was created wasn't too steep surprisingly, but it still was a challenge for the scientist to steadily make the climb while carrying another human being on his back.

But what if this man isn't even human? He thought to himself.

Once he made it to level ground, he gently slid the person from his shoulder and went in search of something to cover him up. He carefully made his way into the tower, as much of the foundation was destroyed by the meteor's impact. The spiral stairs that led to his workroom were barely held together. The support beams that lead from the wall to the steps themselves were either broken or badly burned.

But he still made his way to the top, taking each step slowly and carefully. Once he got to his workroom, he sighed in relief from knowing that much of it remained unharmed and intact. His diagrams were all still in their place, and his creation remained on the table. He searched around the room for his personal chest in which he kept a few sets of clothes, dinnerware, and some blankets. He grabbed a few blankets and began to descend down the stairs. Before he left he was aware of a soft ticking coming from somewhere. He only shook his head and went down to the strange man still sitting on the ground outside of the tower.

He was still unconscious when he returned to him, but he was also still breathing. The scientist covered him in blankets and sat back down on the ground to observe him. From having just crashed into the ground from wherever he came, he still seemed to be in good condition. He noticed that he was quite masculine; possibly a warrior from another planet. His face was much defined, with a good jaw definition and high cheekbones. His hair was a pale blond color that reminded him of the sand at the beaches from his childhood. But what were strange were his ears that were twice as long as any human ear that grew into a point at the tip of them. He then realized that his whole body structure was different from humans. He was entirely slim, yet built with muscle. It was an almost effeminate type of slim, he noted.

While studying whatever type of creature he was, it began to lightly rain. Cursing, he knew he couldn't leave the stranger outside. He scooped him up once more and began the climb up the stairs. Once at the top, he laid him down in his own bed, which was almost too small for the man. He sat down in a chair that was opposite of the bed and just watched him.

He began to let his mind wander, letting himself take in the events that happened today and what he was to do now that he had to care for himself and another, all while trying to complete his experiment. The thought of his daughter brought back all the happy memories they shared together before the accident took her life from his hands. It would be his duty as a father to see his daughter dance once more.

The combination of nostalgic thoughts and the steady drizzle of rain caused his eyes to grow heavy. His head began to sag as sleep took over his mind and comforted him.

Before he fully fell into a coma of sleep, he heard the ticking again.

It was a soft sound, a clicking almost. Its source was unknown to him but he knew it was in the room. That's when he heard the voice he thought he never would hear again.

"F…Father? Is that you?"

He immediately sat up and ran towards the center table in the room. Looking down at his creation was his creation looking back up at him. The eyes a soft blue that glowed steadily, blinking now and then, with every blink a soft click. Although she was still in pieces, she 'breathed' and was alive.

"Orianna? Can it really be you?" He stuttered as tears began to fill his eyes.

In a cold voice it answered, "Yes father, I am Orianna, your daughter. Where are we?" She asked.

"It's just an old tower; I needed somewhere to fix you. When I'm done, you'll be able to dance for me again. Just like old times." He said to her as he began to piece her together. He started with the remaining arm, working to put into its slot.

"That would be fun, father."