A rumbling sound was what finally caused me to snap back to reality: the minions had already arrived at my turret. I sighed. I was only planning on dozing off for a moment. Hopefully my summoner wouldn't be too upset. I moved closer to the approaching horde, hurling a piece of broken clockwork at the closest minion.
The clockwork. Looking at the mass of metal that had reappeared in my hand forced a painful smile. It was symbolic, I supposed. My life had been mechanical, like the tower I lived in. I researched and experimented in a daily routine. I had effectively shut out the people once closest to me. Then the war came. I didn't even notice. I was too caught up in my research to realize that my hometown had been destroyed. The summoners that had destroyed it left my tower standing as a way of adding insult to injury. I had no idea what to do.
I woke up the next morning and left the tower, set on doing anything aside from sulking. My first thought was that the outside world was much brighter than I remembered. As my vision slowly returned, I saw a child, a familiar face though I could not remember his name. He was giving me a wide smile.
"It's been a while since I've seen you leave the tower."
This wasn't right. I had seen the ruins of the city the day before. I fell my knees, clutching at my skull. I still remember the pain, although I don't know if that means much coming from me. I sat for a long time yet no time at all had passed. I opened my eyes once more and looked upon the ruins of a city I once knew. What had happened? When had it happened?
It took some time for me to realize what had happened. I had gotten careless with my research. I had known the risks involved with my research, and I had failed. Everything had been taken from me in a matter of days. Now, not only did I have to worry about what to do, but when to do it. I continued my research, attempting to reverse the condition I had brought upon myself.
I don't know how long I worked. Time meant nothing to me anymore. I had all the time in the world, yet I still could not make any progress. I knew what needed to be done, but I had no desire to do it. I need the help of the summoners.
I came to the League. There were few who wielded more powerful magic than I, and here I would find them. Or so I had hoped. Even working with the most powerful of summoners yielded no results at first. Eventually, we were able to control most of the episodes I suffered from. The one drawback was that I could not leave the Institute. I had effectively been imprisoned.
I threw the clockwork at another minion, aiming to take out some of my anger and frustration. I knew that the fault was my own, but even after so much time, I struggled to accept it. I eyed the wave of minions that was approaching. Something seemed wrong. Where was my opponent? I turned and dashed towards my tower, but I was too late. I felt my body bound by a cylinder of magic, preventing my escape. How poetic. A rune prison for the prisoner. I saw Ryze approaching from the jungle, backed by his team.
"I should have seen this coming." Ryze gave a slow nod before discharging the rest of his attacks. I felt drained, and knew that this was it. I fell to my knees once more, reminded of the day I lost everything. I smiled.
They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. They have no idea.