Light is a curious thing. When she was young, she had this image that light only traveled in a straight line. Light traveled so truly that it filled the entire world easily. She was transfixed by the glinting of metal, the shine of crystal, and the reflection of glass. Light. Demacia was light. She'd learned that in the academy. Demacia was the strong, unwavering beacon of light and Demacia's purpose was to cleanse the world of injustice. The thing was, the more Luxanna learned about light, the more she realized her beliefs were wrong. Light bends, light breaks, much like everything else in the world.
The darkness swims around her and she waits for the call. It comes soon after, like a ray of light breaking the night mist and she rises. When Lux opens her eyes it is to a verdant field. She sees crystals, towers of stone and arcane magic, and beyond the walls she sees the jungle. Three lanes stretch onwards, and somewhere past them is a mirror image of what she sees laid in front of her here.
Light fills her vision, the voice in her head whispers, and she knows what she must do. This is the League, and she is a Demacian. She has a duty and she has come to fulfill it.
Victory for our allies, defeat for our enemies, and justice for all.
Victory for our allies, defeat for our enemies, and justice for all.
Victory for our allies, defeat for our enemies, and justice for all.