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"Where did you learn to shoot so well?" A villager chuckled.
"Ah, I've just been practicing…" I smiled modestly.
It felt good to be out of the city again. Despite its beauty, a little time out of the city wasn't so bad.
I took a deep breath as the villager looked on. I had just shot down a crow about four hundred feet away, and the villager had just passed by and saw my shot.
A couple of years ago, I wouldn't have been able to make that shot. I had fumbled with the complicated contraption that my father had shown me, a repeater musket from Zaun, about the size of my head to toe.
Despite its large size in proportion to me, I still felt that it was just right.
"How about that rabbit there?" The villager asked, with a chuckle, pointing towards a speeding rabbit about five hundred feet away.
"Too easy." I smirked as I set down the gun and lined up the shot. I could feel the cool breeze against my skin, blowing my long hair away from my face. With a simple press of the trigger, the shot landed right smack in the center of its eyes.
I let out a sigh of joy. It felt great to use this musket.
As the villager complimented my aim, I suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, and my smile slipped.
"Are you okay, miss?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I have to go." I mumbled, quickly packing up my belongings.
The sun was waning over the horizon.
Usually, I would sit there and watch the sun set. It's always a beautiful sight.
Yet, today, it felt like it was a timer, counting down to some horrendous event.
My parents constantly warned me of the dangers of Piltover. I had always believed that it was just an overthought, that this beautiful skyline could never house the evils they spoke of.
Now I wasn't so sure.
The usually calming darkness was a sinister looming figure tonight.
The lamps that would provide warmth seemed as if they were watching my every move.
Every pedestrian and vehicle I passed seemed as if they were running from some unseen horror.
Yet, I pressed on.
I must be just thinking things. Nothing can go wrong.
This is Piltover. This is the City of Progress. This is my city.
How can anything go wrong?
Over my thoughts, I heard many sinister sounds.
Every footstep seemed as if I was being followed.
I must be just hearing things…
I reassured myself.
I had always imagined that I'd have a normal life.
Going through all the standard schools, getting average grades, getting a job as a hextech artificer like my parents, and generally living a normal life.
I had never imagined myself panicking on the peaceful streets of Piltover.