After he had been left permanently blinded, Lee Sin could only trust the rest of his senses to navigate, to fight, to live. His hands, his ears, were all the eyes he needed to continue his journey, and they were always unmistakable, always trustworthy, as if they were his actual eyes.
But he thought his hands had fooled him when he touched her lifeless body. Because he didn't want to believe.
There was no more light for him. She was silenced. Forever.
He remembers briefly the first time he hesitantly asked for permission to touch her, to get a better image of her, so at least he could imagine her beauty. He remembers her soft, melodic voice ringing in his head, giggling and tell him to go ahead, that she didn't mind at all. Her skin felt warm and soft under his touch, her body entailed in perfect harmony, and her long, silk hair... She described them as blue, finishing in blonde strands of her. No one could deny Sona's exceptional beauty, not even Lee Sin, a blind monk.
It wasn't only her beauty, however. Her music, Gods bless it. Her melodies were enough to calm the agitated heart of the Blind Monk. He could listen to her for hours, without moving, without speaking at all. Only remaining magnetized by the notes that were produced under her fingers.
Now it was just a memory.
He knelt down, slowly running his hands over her body, as if scared to awake her from her eternal sleep. He felt her blood on his fingertips, and he found the small hole in her neck, straight in front of her vocal chords. How ironic.
A maleficent laugh filled the air, an unmistakable laugh that disturbed nature's comfortable silence. A couple of birds flew away off the trees they were hiding, scared by the sudden voice.
Khada Jhin
Lee Sin was on the alert, trying to locate the Virtuoso, but to no avail. He had fled away with Sona's blood covering his hands.
Lee Sin picked her body carefully off the ground. The Maven of The Strings deserved better than having her corpse laying in an abandoned forest. The blood that continued running outside her neck rolled back on her hair, spoiling them and slightly turning them into a shade of purple. Lee Sin couldn't see it, but he felt the blood touching his skin.
The way back to the capital city of Demacia would be the last trip for Sona Buvelle.