A/N:
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I'm just knew here in League, please disregard my username because this story is not gonna that so 'lemony'... Right?
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~†~ Prologue ~†~
Ionia.
All the countries across Valoran possessed a great amount of knowledge regarding the magic and the arts of the past. But Ionia always seemed to shine with a mystic light. The celestial magic brought by Soraka. The forgotten arts of the Vastaya. The different scrolls scattered across the City-State. Syndra's unlimited power and much more... Why existed such variety in Ionia? The celestial magic was impossible to understand for humans and there was no way someone like Karma could become the Enlightened One... No, something happened. Someone became the bridge between the Celestial Magic and the Vastaya arts. Someone created this artifact... But who?
The Mother of Magic, ±†‰∅ Selma.
Celestial magic. Astral Magic. Forbidden magic. Angelic Magic. Arcane Magic. Ascendant Magic and the list goes on... The fact that humans were able to even understand such things was thanks to the great works of the head of the Selma family. Her talent with magic was incomparable. A genius that appears every millennium... Her influence could be seen across Valoran until this day... But she was simply too powerful... Too powerful to be allowed to live. Noxus raised with its own magic and challenged the Selma Familia. Deep inside their dungeons, they created the artifacts capable of destroying the magic veins and bring forth the end of everything... The world Runes.
And this was the beginning of The Rune Wars.
While the rest of the world fought to survive, Noxus struck the heart of Ionia. Killing every member of the Selma family. Noxian magic was weak but their assassins weren't... Little by little, the name of Selma was lost until there was nobody else...
The Rune Wars were over and the World Runes were sealed were nobody could reach them... Only one remained. With the shape of a rose painted with many colors, and in the hands of the last Selma.
A little girl with a blonde hair. She is hugging... the Secret Legend.
†~Chapter One~†
The Secret Legend
Sweet. It's just like a sweet cherry... Only the small and delicate crimson delish could describe her smile. A sweet smile.
Those golden strands of hers as the last descendant of Selma - the Teachers who teach the pupils the true will of being an Ionian fighter. Her white long dress flowed through the wind with grace. Her smooth silky skin radiates a warm glow as she faces a garden filled with all kinds of beautiful flowers made by the very kind artist who designed the wondrous halls of the Placidium.
Her sky pristine blue eyes wandered at the garden that once her previous Selma made. However, the place where the garden is...
...the old ruins of the temples that have already fallen after the war.
She had grown used to this kind of scenery. A beautiful and harmonious disaster. But her smile becomes forced every time her mind darted at the grim past.
"Bravo, Lady Uea!" She heard a clanking clap of wood as a man stood behind her a couple of feet away from her... or at least she believes the entity behind her is a man. But she better, she that despite his humanoid form the creature behind her could only be described with a single and defined word: The Virtuoso. She turned her body to the side as she faced the 'artist'. The 'painter'. That considers blood as his primary color. Red.
She watched the Virtuoso walk gently towards her with grace. He grabs her hand with care as he lands a land a kiss on the back of her hand. Or at least land a 'kiss' from his mask before looking up. "Your beauty, I promised the grim that will fall upon those who opposed your caring father and a loving mother."
Uea nodded. "I believe you didn't come here just to land a kiss on my limb, right Jhin?" She asked sharply.
The Virtuoso nodded in response as he walks towards the thick vines. He pulled the vines away, revealing a wooden door. He steps at the side after he opened the door and lets Uea enter first. Uea still admires the eldritch gentleness of Jhin. They are a perfect couple. Resembling the contradictory symbol of a black and white. The opposites clashing against each other, dancing as the stars sing a low melody. Both show a graceful life and complete inevitable talents but deep inside they have the undeniable desire.
Uea looks around her, it is not unusual. She already saw this before and after the war. Though its very origin wanders her to an uncertain degree. She didn't know the true beginning because no one gave her the meaning. But one thing she only knows: Protect it.
The Secret Legend.
The Magic capable of disappearing a whole island with ease.
The Rainbow Rose.
Just like any ordinary rose, a feeble appearance designed to fool the untrained eye but hiding a powerful venom in its thorns. It is floating in a smooth white pedestal. Its petals are glowing in white, however, the stems of the rose are made of darkness. Jhin decides to look away to prevent himself from being 'colorblind', that he might mistake Red as Green this time around. Uea paid no attention to him as she looks closer at the glowing rose. The light didn't blind her even at such close range. Upon a few inches away, Uae got a glimpse of a different set of colors dancing in the light.
Uea smiled as she finally looks away. It was her moment to step back but not without turning completely to the side first. The place grew dark.
"Always watching ~," Jhin said with melody. Out of the shadows emerged one of Ionia's greatest sources of evil. The Master of Shadows. Zed.
He emerged from below. Cracking his neck as his crimson eyes focused on them "Virtuoso, for you to be this close to the great Selma I can imagine you are somehow special, As for you," Zed turns to Uea who gives him a cold glare. "The time when both of your heads will roll over the streets of Ionia will surely come one day! I suppose the prover There will be in time I will slay you two and show to Ionia your heads! I can see the apple never falls far away from the tree. You are just as foolish as your fa-"
His sentence is immediately cut off as he felt a cold steel on his neck. They heard the clanking of metal from below and saw his horrible mask cut in half, revealing the upside down smile of Zed. Jhin is pointing his long gun as he kneels down. Uea tightened the grip on her weapon. "The terror you've caused is useless. The forgiveness you have received is completely wasted in someone as selfish as you! You craved for power and look at what you have become! Shen's father raised you las if you were his son! He protected you! He trained you! He loved you and yet you-"
"Do not speak without knowing the truth, Uea! You really think he cared about an outcast like me?! He simply did it because everyone expected him to do so... He never considered me his son or his family!" Zed's snarled.
Uea's expression turns sad. "But you don't have to live in the dark! No one can love you if you stay hidden forever."
"The magic created by the Selma family is known to be the Master of all Ionian's magic. Even that foolish Karma knows the truth. Lee Sin, Wu-Jung Yi and the others are pure fighters so they don't know a thing... But I do know... I know the Selma legacy is the worst that could have happened to Ionia!" Zed said with anger.
Uea's eyes widen in horror but her expression quickly changes into a feral glare "How dare you insult my great ancestors who protected Ionia before the great war against Noxus?! She snarls at him, trying to refrain her desire to behead him. "If it weren't for my family and the Kinkou, Ionia would have already become a wasteland ruled by Noxus!"
Zed glared at Uea. "Do not lie to yourself, Daughter of the Selma. You know very well the kind of horrors your family hid beneath the ground. "His crimson eyes shone in the dark "Syndra knows your secret very well... She knows your wretched family had always tried to kill her due to the power she holds. She came into contact with the deepest and darkest arts of the Selma and obtained an ultimate power capable of fighting yours on equal terms... And my shadows are no different..."
Uea's eyes widen again in shock. In a short amount of time, her mind agrees with Zed's statement. First of all, why there's a hidden scroll that teaches the shadow's Arts underneath the same house where Shen and Zed used to live with their so-called 'father'? Syndra was no different. Her terrifying abilities, born from the hatred flowing through her veins, transformed her once holy magic into something sinister...
There was no doubt that those powers belong to her great ancestors. But seeing the sort of path they took, her ancestors should have destroyed and buried such arts... Then why did the scrolls existed? Why was Syndra born with that magic? Why simply hide the truth?
"Now you understand..." Zed muttered as he was swallowed by the darkness below him. After he is gone, The lights return.
But why no light came from her eyes?
A beautiful, melodic sound blossoms in the air with glee to those who heard. A familiar noise of a flute wanders in the forest as the Unforgiven leaned his back on his sheathed weapon planted hard on the ground.
The winds around him give him a soft breeze.
Then his music ends. Putting the flute back in its place, strapped to his waist. He picks up his weapon and the wind turns to normal.
"Things must not be the same as I thought..." Yasuo sighed exasperatedly. He had learned the identity of the true killer behind the death of his master. And now, Yasuo wanders the land, looking for that man so he can kill him with his own hands and avenge the memory of his master and the ultimate technique he created: The Wind Slash.
That very technique would ring in his mind forever. He was now obsessed with that killer because the assassin was another student of the same school. Yasuo needed to stop that individual before they tainted the name of his sword even further... And he would not stop for anything or anyone. After all, dying is no easy part. And justice? That's a pretty word.
He suddenly throws his flute up in the air as a white blur appeared from above, then he managed to raise his sheathed weapon and unsheath it, but his eyes widens when he glows white around it. He's unable to move. Then, he saw the blur fall towards him, then he closed his eyes as he felt the brunt attack shaking his being. He opened his eyes once again to see a cold ocean eyes glaring in front on him.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" A harmonious laugh echoed in the air as a clanking of woods rang. Yasuo's eyes widened in shock.
"You...!" Yasuo said.
Jhin twirls his finger around the trigger of his small gun as he faced the Unforgiven. "I remember you... The Unforgiven, the unworthy sins you've done by killing your own Master... Marvelous, indeed!" Jhin said with wonder in his tone.
Yasuo gave the 'painter' a hateful glare until he felt his chin being roughly grabbed by the woman in front of him.
"You know better, Yasuo," Uea said, with a chilling breath that makes Yasuo shiver. "If you know well your true enemy, does it not make sense for you to find the real person who slew your Master?" Uea leaned closer. "My brother?"
Yasuo's eyes widened for a moment before turning into a glare. However, he didn't say anything.
"Good." Uea lets him go. "Jhin, enough. We're going to leave."
Jhin hummed, then the glow around Yasuo turns dim and disappeared. Giving Yasuo a chance to move once again but he fell after it, feeling sore all over his body.
"What... do you mean... by leaving?" Yasuo asked, his voice was audibly hoarse.
"Obviously, we're leaving. We're leaving Ionia." Uea said coldly. "We will venture through Piltover."
"And what is the reason behind such thing?" The Unforgiven asked.
Uea turned around, facing her back at Yasuo. "There's a family hidden there. With their webs spreading their hidden darkness with a beautiful visage." Uea frowned. "A family with great honor. However, underneath their veil show their ugly self."
Jhin turns to face Uea in the same direction. "I am willing to dance with their daughter. Though it is quite sad that the girl is such a nuisance for them. She's quite slippery in their grasp." Jhin said. "Wouldn't you agree? Last Selma?"
Uea didn't reply to him. Instead, she nods and turns to Yasuo. "Do you wish to stop us?"
Yasuo just stayed on the ground. Shadows covering his upper face. After a few seconds of silence, he finally responds. "What do you want from me?"
Uea smirked, mentally. "Come with us. We know who's the person behind the death of your Master-"
"Enough rambling! I'll join with you... Just give me a cloak or something."
Uea almost yelp in surprise when she notices Yasuo is already standing in front of her. Her cheeks turned pink at the close proximity they are in. "I-It's inside the bag..." She pointed out.
Yasuo nodded before grabbing the bag and walking away. Uea let out a sigh of relief and turned to Jhin. The Virtuoso only tilted his head to the side. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
Uea smiled through her 'mask' to the Ionians. She waves her hand up for every Ionian who waves back at her. Beside her is the famous 'artist'. Like her, he is also waving back at the people of Ionia.
Both of them are smiling through their beautiful visages. Quite marvelous, indeed. Uea turned to one of the duchesses of the elders. She noticed the most threatening glare of Karma. But she can't do anything. All of these people are now mere puppets... And she is the master.
They are on the most expensive looking ship made from Ionian materials. They are treated like royalty
Their rightful place, indeed.
"I suppose you can help us, Swordsman." Uea mocked at the cloaked person. The cloaked person scoffs in return. It was Yasuo.
"Don't be such a killjoy, Judo." Uea winked at Yasuo. In order to hide his identity, she changed his name. If any of the soldiers inside the ship got any suspicion regarding the cloaked person, Uea will personally deal with the matter by saying that He is his relative and that he was a victim of a terrible disease, not even the great Soraka could cure with her magic. Out of options, they decided to visit the medics at Piltover in order to seek another solution.
That did the trick.
Uea smiled as she watched Yasuo walk away. Then she turned to the front and watched as Ionia slowly started to disappear in the horizon. She was quite surprised that this ship was fast. "Complicated, aren'cha?"
Jhin merely shrugged. "I know that second piece." He said. "He is not a fool, I know that much. But no matter what, all these pieces will eventually become one... Time and patience are all I need to finish my masterpiece."
Uea raised an eyebrow. She knows Jhin is targeting the 'Four Pieces' that are part of him and of his past. She knows all those 'pieces'. "Become one? That sounds disturbing."
"Lady Uea, there is nothing more magnificent than watching blood under the silver smile of the moon. Few things can be compared with the wonders I have seen in the eyes of the corpses... Broken limbs and shattered skin coming together do create something beautiful... And such beauty cannot be criticized by mediocre humans... Ah! But maybe a woman as wondrous as you can do it, Lady Uea ." He said to her. Uea didn't know if he's flirting or confusing her but she knows Jhin. This is him. "This power- no, this magic belongs to one of your ancestors. Such a magnificent invention. Those 'four pieces' will be put to sleep. No violence or pain. Pure intent. They will all become 'one piece', that lone piece is what they need: Death." He said ghastly at the last word.
Uea smirked as she imagined the 'four pieces', devoided of life in front of the Virtuoso. She knows this was much more than what she wants in order to avenge for the previous Selma: her father.
Then suddenly, her enticing smile turns into a grimace as she wordlessly left Jhin alone.
In the middle of the ship, somewhere in Uea's room lies the great secret... And the thing Yasuo needed to protect.
The Rainbow Rose.
'What is the purpose of this cursed thing?' Yasuo glared at the Secret Legend. He tried to imagine the grim future.
BETA READER
Derp'Koz
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A/N:
Me again guys and gals!
This is the Antagonist-Protagonist mode. Well, almost all the League of Legends franchise is focus on such good things here and there. There's so many good guys and champions used as in good terms. Well, I'm gonna be part of this mode.
By the way reader, the Selma Familia is definitely not part of the LoL's WiKi about Ionia. So don't take it as real.
But it does connects fantastically. Why there's a magic born in Valoran? You see.
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Stay thirsty my boys~
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