A/N: This is a one-shot gone batshit insane which I have the strange motivation to finish XD 'hearts' ^_^

Some clarifications first. I'm taking the skin Divine Soraka as her default immortal look. Also, though on most of her skins, her eyes seemed human-like and are yellow (with pupils and sclera and stuff), while on the abovementioned skin her eyes are pearly white. As for Master Yi, I'm guessing by the colour of his goggles that his eyes are yellow-greenish. That's what I'm using for canon *insert fucked up logic* :D

Anyway, I hope you like this and there's definitely gonna be more ^_^

It was a breezy summer night, up in the Starchild's grove, hidden amidst the thousand stars of Valoran.

Apparently nature had decided to be gracious so there weren't any clouds, which opened a great view of the isle of Ionia. Thousands and thousands hills stretched on for miles, glittering a dark turquoise under the stars' smiles, up until they morphed into the much steeper mountains in the far north of east of Ionia. However, from her height, nothing seemed very far; instead it lay at an arm's reach. Even the lands beyond the Veil.

Now Soraka couldn't care less for the marvelous scenery before her, nor for the wonders of the unknown. Instead, with the lack of interest to the world that only immortals seemed to possess, she was seated far away from the outer world, engrossed in playing her flute, filling the silence of her dwelling. Although it wasn't really quiet, as the sounds of sleeping Ionia could be heard – the quiet hustle of a predator, the rapid heartbeat of a scared hare, the serene activity of the towns, - she paid them no mind and worked her music to accentuate the beauty of her friends, to elevate and praise. Even if it was only her and the celestial bodies who could hear the song, she knew a faint glimmer of its echoed all over Ionia, healing the ill of heart and blessing them with sound sleep.

So she played on and on, twisting the tunes as though they were her own healing magic. Until the stars spoke in her mind.

"Wait, Starchild," their voice was clear and pristine, like bells chanting in her mind, "Look upon the mortal lands."

Usually they would speak to her in a chorus though it was not uncalled for that only certain stars spoke to her. Sometimes they even quarreled: those times were the best.

She stopped abruptly and glided with uncanny grace to look at the hills of Ionia. From the first glance nothing had changed. However, as she concentrated more, she could make out a tiny silhouette of a boy, barely a shadow in the dark, running through the thick vegetation. As her magic intensified, she could hear his cries and― by the sky, he was so little! He couldn't be more than six years old. A small gasp escaped her lips and her hands shot up to cover her mouth in surprise.

"A child is lost."

"Is there anything we can do to save him?" Soraka humbly asked her closest friends and the source of her powers. There was a short silence, before a single voice responded.

"I saw in which direction his village is. Play your music and we will make it so it leads him the right way."

She squinted at him one last time. Dark hair, scrawny, with a weird set of bones. Yet there was something in that body childish posture, in the determination of each movement and in the brightness of his soul, which shone almost as bright as her friends.

A trepid smile etched on her face and slowly she brought the headjoint of the flute to her flute and blew. Her hands started their unhurried waltz on the keys. Before, she had only practiced, but now she had some audience; she had to do her best.

The sweet breezy notes reverberated in her grove, from where their started their extraordinary journey to the ordinary world below.

She didn't dare open her eyes, lest she mistake the melody, but she was sure that her friends had done what they had promised and the boy was on his way to safety. Her heart was singing too (even if it was only her who could hear it) – her nature was to help and it brought her only contentment.

"We'll guide you, boy," she thought to herself as her happiness poured out into music.

BTW, how's the length of the chapter? Would you prefer it bigger or around the same? (this is meant to be a prologue of sorts, anyway, and other chapters have to be longer :?