A/N:This is my first fan fiction ever. So please don't flame me, it would be awesome if you guys left a review. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own League of Legends in anyway (though it would be super cool if I did). So please don't sue me. This is just a fan fiction that I wrote. I owe nothing but this piece of writing.
And in that moment, I knew he was gone. Or, more accurately, my body knew he was gone, it was shutting down, and my mind was still trying to comprehend what had just transpired in the few seconds that had just passed. I had trouble breathing, my knees buckled from beneath me and my mouth felt dry, drier than it had ever been. It wasn't supposed to be like this, we were supposed to save the day and come out unscathed. We were supposed to be the valiant heroes who saved the world, the ones who would go down in history as the greatest Valoran had ever seen…the ones who live happily ever after. But now that he was gone, it wasn't possible. I stared at his body, praying to whatever god that was up there that this was a cruel joke, that he would get up and wipe the blood away and laugh at how stupid I was to believe it. But he never did.