A beam of light shown down, a constant stream of particles one after one another, entering the teary eyes of a young woman, her nearly lifeless body lying on the blood soaked floor. A single tear splashed down, a last essence of her tragically short life. The weapon of her choice was deeply entrenched within her chest, enclosed by her hands, a jeweled sword that pierced her heart.
5 hours ago
Dawn watched with pride as the enemy Nexus exploded into multiple pieces of magically enhanced crystal, showering the Summoner's control area with light fragments from the now destroyed base. It was another flawless for the aspiring Summoner, and her 3rd consecutive of this promotional series.
Her mentor, a gray haired man of diminutive stature, voiced his congratulations as he placed a medallion into her hands, bestowing upon her one of the highest honors of the League: acceptance into the elite Summoner's group Diamond Tier, Division I. It had been a long hard road to success, so blissful and welcoming. She was looking forward to a night with her lover: Ahri, the nine-tailed fox.
Dawn blushed as she remembered the pleasureful nights she had spent with the beautiful and seductive succubus. Not only was Ahri quite skilled as a manipulator or magic on the battlefield, she was also very knowledgeable in more...intimate...parts of life.
Dawn now began to confidently walk down into the halls of the League, a renewed spring in her step until she saw a sight that would make her insides ache in pain.
In a corner, unknowing of all other events, Ahri and another Summoner were engaged in a passionate kiss, bodies embraced and fully absorbed in this ritual of love.
As if repelled by an invisible force, Dawn quickly turned tail and ran, crying in betrayal. She unlocked the door to her room, tears flowing freely now, before opening the cabinet doors. It was there, as it always had been. The ceremonial sword from her graduation of Summoner's School, her most valuable possession, lay glittering in all its glory. Dawn opened the windows to look at the sky, peaceful in its almost welcoming state. She plunged the tip between her breasts, before sheathing the sword blade to its hilt deep within her.
Present
Dawn turned herself to see the magnificent sunset, the sky that she would soon be heading towards. With the last of her strength, she pulled the hilt until all of the sword lay beside her bloodied. At last, she smiled and opened her hands to the world.