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I grew up with a simple life style. One would call this type of upbringing a "normal" one. I guess I could say that. It was perfectly normal, until one day, I found about the Institute.
A grand building, housing all of the respected and revered Champions of the League. The seed of dreams was planted in my mind: to be a summoner. Lots of studying finally granted me a scholarship to a good college in the City of Progress.
Finally, it was time.
I had taken my initiation fairly quickly. Apparently, the judges found my summoning skill quite potent. I guess I should start at the beginning, the day I arrived at the Institute. I had finally accomplished my dream: to become one with the League of Legends.
Mom was pestering me as usual. "Did you pack enough letters and envelopes? Did you hug your father goodbye? Did you pack your books? Did you..." I sighed, "Mom! I'm fine, for the last thousand times you asked." Mom paused, then smiled. The one only a mother knows how to do. She looked up, mock stern, over her glasses, "I expect you to be home for the holidays, understand?" I smiled, "Of course, Mom." Mom adjusted her glasses with a practiced movement, "Best you be going. Don't keep them waiting too long." I bowed, "Yes mother." With that I nodded, then turned and entered the Institute, leaving the world behind.
I stood in a room, so called the "Judgement Room". Whatever that was supposed to mean. It was pitch black, then a girl appeared in front of me.
The one I hated the most. The one who ruined my life. The one who made my life a living nightmare.
Before I knew it, my butterfly knife, a gift from my father, was open and ready. Pointed straight at the girl's head.
She couldn't be here. No. She isn't worthy…
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice. Her voice.
"A good weapon, if I might say so myself."
I nearly lost control, I was so angry. "Get… away… from… me," I whispered. She smiled seductively.
"Oh? That isn't a proper greeting."
She started walking toward me, slowly. I stared back, livid. Eyes narrowing, I drew a quick breath of air then lunged forward, my mouth in a silent snarl. My knife seemed to spin in slow motion, twirling around my thumb. Bringing my left hand behind the hilt to create more force, I delivered a quick backhanded jab to her throat.
The girl disappeared and reappeared 2 feet from where she formerly was. She frowned at me.
"That was rude."
Then she smiled at me, her skin crinkling slightly. Something… was off.
Her skin never creased. Never.
I flipped my knife shut. I stared pointedly at her.
"What is this illusion?" Her smile widened.
"Wow… you realized right away, huh?"
The girl slowly changed, growing taller, more mature. A grown woman stood before me with a clipboard.
My eyes widened. I dropped my knife and bowed, a sign of respect to elders.
"Straighten your back, young one." Something about the voice was calming, telling me to trust it.
Slowly straightening to full height, I hesitantly looked at her, but not directly. I swear I saw a flicker of a smirk at the corner of her mouth.
"Don't worry, I'm not one to punish for just looking straight at someone." I started, surprised she knew the customs of my country.
"How…?" I stood for a second, uncomprehending. She looked sympathetically at me.
"In order to accurately judge you, we must access your innermost thoughts, your most withheld secrets." My eyes narrowed.
"So… you know what happened?" I shook with slight anger. "You used that… thing… to judge me?"
"Now, young one, don't take it the wrong way, but that is the easiest way to see if you will be able to take a place our ranks. Obviously, you are well prepared." She glanced at my knife on the floor.
I gingerly picked it up; being in possession of a weapon near an elder would get me punished severely.
"Now let us complete your initiation, yes?" The woman flipped to the next page on her clipboard.
"Weapon? Yes. Proficient? Yes. Willpower? Enough. Strength? Worthy. State of mind? Stable."
I was embarrassed, no one had judged my willpower or strength before. Finishing her list, the woman clicked her pen with a finality and placed it in her pocket.
She held out her hand, palm down, a traditional greeting of my home.
"Forgive me for judging you so harshly with your memories. I do believe we have not met?" I remembered my manners and bowed, touching my forehead to her hand.
"Forgive my manners, Miss…?"
"I am known as High Counselor Kolminye." I stood from my bow and smiled slightly, "Good to be of acquaintance to you, Miss Kolminye."
A door slowly opened behind her, light pouring through. "You have passed."
She paused half a second.
"You seemed not to like your old name. Feel free to give yourself a new one." I opened my mouth to decline, but quickly shut it.
This is the League of Legends. I can make a new me.
"My name shall be Muzzy." The High Counselor smiled.
"Congratulations Muzzy, you have successfully reached the Institute of War. Enjoy your stay." We bowed to each other and I walked into the light of the open door.
My room door was in front of me, closed and locked. A number was tacked under it: 244. I had a slight feeling of danger. Frowning, I unlocked the door slowly with my key.
I slowly twisted the knob, expecting something to jump out at me.
It was pitch black inside. I couldn't see anything so I reached out toward the wall and flipped a switch.
"WELCOME TO THE INSTITUTE!" What seemed like a hundred voices yelled toward my direction.
Several party streamers lay across my head as I stood on the threshold, stunned at the sight.
10 other people stood in the middle of my room with a cake on the table. They all grinned at my expression.
"Oi mate! Wake up!" A voice sounded in my ear as I shook my head slightly. I looked to the right to look a blond boy in the eyes. He looked British with a pair of slanted blue eyes. "Welcome to the Institute mate! The name's Callion by the way. My friends call my Cally." He held his hand out.
I took his hand and shook it firmly. Callion laughed and said, "C'mon mate, lemme introduce you."
Callion slowly introduced him to his hallmates. "Some of these guys are from the floor below so just go down there if we aren't here."
A shy girl with dark brown hair was Mellie. A tall handsome guy with long black hair was Tome. My first friends, besides Callion of course.
"So Muzz… how'd ya get that impressive scar there?" What?
"Wait… what?" I was confused. Callion's smile wavered.
"You… didn't know you had it?" Callion asked. I looked down, embarrassed.
"We don't consider how we look from where we come from. We don't even have mirrors." Mellie's and Tome's mouths dropped.
"No… way!" Tome laughed, "There's no way man! You look really good!" I do?
"I… do? Really?" I asked nervously, running a hand through my hair.
"Yeah man! Even with the scar you look like you care 'bout your bod'." Callion and Mellie nodded in agreement.
"Here…" Mellie handed me a small hand mirror. I took it hesitantly. A tanned face look back at me. Black swaths of shoulder length hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. Softly curved eyebrows rested upon dark brown eyes. Dang… The scar slanted from the left side the face to the side of the chin. It looked faded as if it happened a long time ago.
"Woah…"
Tome grinned. "Right?"
I slowly nodded, staring at myself in wonder. Didn't know I looked like that.
The party slowly came to an end and I finally sat at the round table in the middle of the room. Callion was the last to leave. He turned back.
"Do you know how to edit the room?" I slowly shook my head, a little confused. Callion smiled.
"Just think of what you need, mate. It'll appear." He explained.
"Okay… thanks Cally." I nodded. "Better get some sleep."
Callion nodded tiredly, silently agreeing. "See ya tomorrow Muzz."
When the door closed, I set about setting up my room, making it just like home.
Home… I thought. I'll write to them in the morning. With that final thought, I feel asleep feeling like this was the greatest day of my life.
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