When was she home last time? She honestly could not remember. The scenery and pieces of memories, however, were engraved in her mind, and would not be forgotten.
It was a paradise: majestic, lively and beautiful. Lush grassland stretched out to the horizon, a cobblestone road meandered between gentle hills. The sky was clear, with few pieces of clouds that looked like cotton. From time to time, children could be seen in the blue skies, weaving in and out of the white clouds, chasing birds or one another. It did not rain much back then, the occasional ones came and left quickly, and was always accompanied with the sun somehow. Right after the brief shower, a rainbow would always appear out of thin air… Rainbow… Yes, she used to sit with her little sister and enjoy the mystic view…
Then they came. They proclaimed freedom, yet what they brought was chaos to their homeland. What they did destroyed families. What they believed split them apart. Freedom, a grand idea. Grand but impractical.
There they were, marching down the cobblestone road, holding signs, yelling slogans. Two blond girls sat on a hilltop side by side, white feathery wings folded neatly behind their backs. Patiently, the sisters waited for their colorful rainbow. The shorter girl leaned onto the taller one's shoulder, curiously gazing at the protesters.
A pair of cyan eyes shot open. Dim streams of the dawning sunlight leaked into her room. She was no longer home. She sat up and brushed her long blond hair behind her back. A new day was dawning. She used to be excited about each and every new day when she was home. Yet life in Runeterra was repetitive and mundane. She no longer looked forward to "tomorrow". Only when she went there, did she realize how important home was to her. Long gone were white houses and grasslands, what she saw beyond the window frame was blocks and blocks of buildings.
She left her bed and stepped into her bathroom, the same old place where she did her morning hygiene routine. After a shower, she began dressing. First was the red under-piece, a huge piece of fabric that wrapped her from toes to neck. Then followed by the golden plate legs, boots, hip piece, chest plate, shoulder and arm guards… Immediately, she felt the weight on her shoulders. She never considered the hefty weight as a hindrance though, the load of the set served as a good reminder: her responsibility as the Judicator, the heroine of her people, the harbinger of justice and order.
She looked up after sliding her right hand into one of the protective gauntlets. There was one remaining piece of armor – her helmet. It was just as brilliant as the rest of her set, with strands of silk smooth red fur sticking out from the very top of her helmet, the color was most likely an a compliment to the red under-piece. The helmet was a one solid piece, with a Y-shaped opening in the front for vision and ventilation. She held the final piece in her hands, hesitated for a bit, shut her eyes and slipped it into place.
'Hi Kayle!' a cheerful voice rang inside her head as she stepped out of her room. 'I am Jasmine, a Grade 14 summoner. We have an appointment an hour later, a normal practice match with a couple of my classmates. Be sure to come on time!'
Locking the door behind her, Kayle affirmed the young summoner in her mind and began strolling down the hallway. Normally, she would be either reading documents of possible new champions or looking for clues related to Ashram's disappearance during this time of the day. But since any of the two would usually take more than an hour, she decided to have a relaxing breakfast in the Mess Hall instead.
Fully extending her impeccable giant wings, she glided gracefully down the stairs. Just before reaching the bottom of the staircase, she pointed her legs down and landed lightly on the marble tiles of the hall. It was perfection, just like what all angels should be.
She turned her head to the left, then to the right, then back to the left. The doors on both sides were closed. She rarely had breakfast since her arrival; duty called so often, having a meal in the morning became a luxury to her. She was either looking for the High Consular or fighting on the Fields of Justice. So, which side is the Mess hall? Reading the directions that were carved elegantly on the wall, she turned left and pushed the doors apart.
After a long relaxing breakfast, Kayle stood up, pushed the chair back to its original place, and headed for the Summoning Chambers. It did not take her long to get to same old place. It was a circular chamber, constructed with granite blocks. Magic torches that hung on the wall lit the empty space in an ominous green glow. The Summoning Chamber was painted in two colors – blue and purple. There were eleven wooden doors in the chamber, all reinforced by black steel. One was the entrance where the Judicator came in, while the other ten were summoning rooms, each housing a summoner and a Champion. Five doors were on the blue side, five on the purple. Rooms that were occupied would be lit by a fire in front of the door, and the flame color was based on the side the door was located. Right now, there was only one room on the blue side that was available.
She pushed the door open and was greeted by a cheerful voice in her head. The angel greeted back with a slight nod, and stood in the center of the chamber. Kayle closed her eyes and took a deep breath, readying herself. Rune stones below Kayle began to glow in a familiar blue light. The flow of magic enclosed the Judicator and with a flash, she was once again standing on the Champion Fountain.
The pair of cyan eyes opened. In front of Kayle, stood a familiar, yet strange feminine figure. Pieces of tattered leather extended from an inch-wide iron belt, forming a wicked brown dress. She wore nothing but a purple bra above the metal belt, revealing her curves in a suggestive manner. Her skin was smooth, lustrous and unnaturally white; purple hair hung loosely on her shoulders, slightly wavy, like a sea of violet. Two Yourdle-like ears, pointy and elegant, pierced the continuous strands of purple on the sides of her head. But it was her back that drew Kayle's immediate attention – a pair of feathered wings. They were nothing like Kayle's, however. They were damaged, flawed, corrupted and charred black.
Cyan eyes met magenta.
Morgana.