It is said, that hundreds of years ago when Runaterra was still shaping, one of the powerful beings - Summoner of Strength was in charge with balancing the forces that created our world. The power must have been seen in every aspect of the creation. The intensity of fire, the force of waves, the might of the mountains. Other Summoners could have not measure their compositions as perfectly as He did. After the arrival of humans the Summoner of Earth made a gift for Him – a runic stone, but not just any earthen rock. It reminded the Darkness of the First Times before the Spark. The blackness of the gem reflected the cosmos itself, and no magic nor any force known could have break the stone.

After a Great Treason and Grand Sacrifice, The Creator sent the Summoners to Runeterra alongside with the remain humans. In a human form the Summoner of Strength reforged the runic stone into a weapon. The followers of the Fallen were always a threat to a human kind and Summoners were the one to protect them. The reforge was so great that the leftovers of the stone scattered all around Runeterra. Unworthy of such power, shall be burn of the cosmic flames as their souls roots with them.

Unfortunately, with time the Summoners were forgotten, and so were their deeds. The time and endless battles took their lives as they were still mortal beings. The name of the Creator was lost in the sacred scrolls The Fallen made sure no one would find. All memory of the Long Journey and Blessed Isles were gone … For thoes who had no part in a Creators Plan.

It seems like it was yesterday, even tho it was a few years ago. I was training with my Master outside the city I was living in – Piltover. The city of never ending destruction, pain and death. The Aristocracy ruled this place and did that with a cruelty and immorality, and the head of them all was its Sheriff, my father – Jarris Clayton. Ruthless and drunken men that ensured with his gun that no one would oppose him. The city was divided into two fractions – Rich and Poor. Thoes who knew certain people around, get an access to a more civilized parts of the Upper City, where prostitution and alcohol were a common attraction and the best business. Thoes who could barely find, and not even buy a food for themselves, where left behind in the Mud – yes, that is the name of the lowest part of the City.

This open injustice was the reason why I secretly made a rebellion against my Father. I swore to bring back the Piltover I knew when I was a little girl – and when my mother was alive. But to lead a rebellion I had to know how to fight, how to plan and protect innocent people. By that time I was lucky that I found a Mentor, a Teacher that was able to teach me just what I needed.

A Misterious Boy, 2 years older than me, but skillfull in an art of sword, gun, martial art and leadership. Within 4 years he taught me everything essencial for my personal mission. One day, when we were exercising the sword technique, I stumble upon a rock behind me and fell into a cave. The only source of light was the hole I fell through, the rest was covered in shades. I havn't seen my Master, but when decided to stand up, I realized this was not an ordinary cave but a graveyard.

I summoned every last nerve to not scream from being a terrified. The skeletons were laying down on the shelfs carved in the stones. This could not be anything you to me, because I have already seen a dead body, but still a warm flesh covered in a meat and skin is a difference between just laying bones infront of me. I took 5 deep breaths before I finally calmed down. The light helped me to see much more now. One of the skeletons was holding very tightly a stone. At first it was an ordinary looking stone for me, but when I moved closer, I saw the reflection of the universe inside of it. The stars and galaxy were moving back and forward. If the edges of the stone, the picture would have move beyond the cave, filling it with infinity patterns of sparks and colors.

I moved my hand to touch it. This sweet light beckoned me to to unleashed its power, to leave this forgotten place and serve his new owner, and so I did that. My Master did not throw my any rope. No, that would be to easy. I had to find my way back climbing through the walls. When I finally get back to surface, I showed him my new discovery. There was no facial expression, but I must say, even he must have been a little impressed.

When we came back to the city and to our hide out, he told me the story of this runic stone. I could not believe that this magic did not killed me, but I did kinda flattered me to be worthy of caring such powerful object. However, master refused to touch it, but he did offer his help in reforging this material. Later that night, we sneaked in into the blacksmith place in the Upper City. He only showed me what am I suppose to do, but he never interfere in my work. The process was very long and exhausting, but I finally achieved my goal.

From the flames, I forged a sword that reflected all the stars in the universe. It was not a long sword, but not a dagger either. The length was a size of my arm, which was a perfect measure for me. My Master also had a sword, but his was white as a Freljordian snow.

From this day, I was finally able to efficiently fight against the authority of this broken city. My Master did not assist at any of my campaign, that was not his concern at all. After a few years he left Piltover without telling my why. One day he just announced his department, adding that my training must continue without him, that I have to find my own rhythm and strength.

I missed him. I missed him very badly. For one month I could not bare to move on without him, but my dear sister helped me to realize why I took this path so many years ago. The City was in need to change, and I was its only hope. I recruited new members to my rebellion – Mechanics – that is how we called each other. We were the one who swore to repair this city from violence and destruction into a world of peace and knowledge. Together, we fought battles against my father and spread hope among the people.

We were not afraid to cover our hands in blood of the soldiers, nor we were afraid to die for our ideas. Our sign was a wrench inside of the gearwheel. A simple mark, but strong enough to unite a young people of Aristocrats and Mud. Indeed, my rebellion stool food and other good and gave it to thoes who needed it the most. When there was an attack forward the Mud, we were their defenders. I have lost so many great friends in these battles, but I knew the cost of freedom, and so did they. My Black Beauty inspired new light of a brighter tomorrow in hearts of my comrades. During the last 4 years, we managed to help the Mud to live longer thanks to the supplies of medicines and food. We have also extended the borders of common people – after a while we changed this title, so it can not be offensive anymore. There was no longer any mud under the city, now there was a hope and happiness – Rising Realm.

My Father knew perfectly who was behind this riot. I never came back home after we faced each other in the Battle of Stone. He was not even shocked, he knew for a long time I was sneaking out for my training. However, I was ready to risk my own life to come back for my sister. He did not even fight for her, he fought me to kill me and end the rebellion once and for all. He had no chance against my Black Beauty and in five swift moves I unarmed him, taking my sister in arms and escaping.

Now, she was 16 and I was teaching her everything that Master tough me. It is hard for me to understand how different we are in terms of our appearance. I am older than her 2 years, but still my golden hair and eyes can not compete with her deep brown hair and emerald eyes. She was always reminding her of their mother – Fillia. Then I look in a mirror, I am always cursing the details of our father on my face. People are saying that I am one of the most beautiful women this world has ever seen, and my sister is telling the same but … the image behind the glass tells me otherwise – a daughter of a monster that is so similar in look to the Sheriff. In comparison, her sister is everything their mother was – fearless warrior with pure desire to protect what once was lost.

I must admit, her rage skills are far more superior than mine. She is going to be an excellent sniper one day, and when that day come … I won't be around.

Our father in his cleverness hired a group of people – Casters I believe – to end my rebellion and to kill me. My Spies reported to me, that the arrangement was made and in less than a week my people will be slaughtered. I knew who they were – An acient sect, that served the Fallen Goddess and drew their power from her – A Black Rose.

This was like a death sentance, even for my optimistic sense. I imminently called all my comrades and told them that if they want to fall back and save their lives, now is the time … but none of them left. They stood there with me with smiles on their faces.

,,You are not dying alone."

This one sentence filled my heart with joy and my eyes with tears. Of course I made sure my sister was not there. Secretly, I sent a dove to my Master, begging him to come to Piltover as soon as it is possible. I can not let my sister die, but she needs someone who will guide her and continue her training, when I no longer could.

I did not thought he would respond and agree to the meeting. My heart was pounding, but I had to stay focused. I haven't seen him for 4 years. What would he say, when he'll see all this work I put on this city. How much I achieved thanks to him. These emotions only brought back my feelings forward him. He was always demanding, grim and never hesitate to correct me. He cared mostly for my movements, so they can be almost as if I was dancing – perfection in its form.

,,This is so disappointing."

His low voice run the shivers down spine, once I recognized it. However, he could have always sneak up behind me, and I could never tell how was he doing it. I slowly turn around to face him. Nothing has change, always a shadow looking figure with a mask on his face. At first I thought his arm got deformed, but then I remembered that was the place of his bullets.

,,I know, Master. No matter how hard I try, you are always better at this."

,,Nonsense. You are never trying your hardest."

He said that as he passed me. At the beginning, such comments were hurting me and discarding him, but with time and practice, I learn to ignore them.

,,First. I would like to thank you so much for showing up."

I did not finished, because he interrupted me.

,,I am not here for you, Abigail. My presents here is only for my own personal interest. I need some fresh and elaborate productions, other than this … droll, cavemen Ionians."

As he was speaking, I was sure he was measuring the building we were in. Still, I had to keep my head cool. His never-ending thirst for blood and performance always drives me crazy.

,,The Black Rose is upon Piltover."

The moment of silence came, but I knew it meant nothing for him. He just turn to face me and brought his hand under his chin.

,,Hmm. A Dark Mages, payed by Sheriff to cover the city in blood of the rebels… No. The script has no meaning, awful production. What a terrible arrangement."

,,They are coming for me, Master."

Another moment of silence, but this time, he was looking directly at me.

,,If you think, I will try to save you, then you … "

He did not finished, because this time I interrupted him.

,,I would never call for you, if it was about my life, Master. What I offer, is something greater and better than I ever was."

Again, he did not say anything at first. The dark doom we were in, used to be a factory. Now that it was abandoned even by my comrades, it was a perfect spot for us to meet, under the lights of the moon. He stood still, but after a moment I heard the note in his voice, that was a sign of curiosity.

,,Continue."

I sighed heavily and turned my head low at first, getting all the important information he needs to hear to ensure his approval.

,,Within 2 days, all lower Piltover is going to be covered in blood. Blood of innocent people, I swore to protect … but I failed. The result of my actions shall crush alongside with my ideas and beliefs. However, there is a one person who can prevent this tragedy to happen."

He was listening, but I know he did not much care about Piltover.

,,This place is for no value even for you."

,,True."

,,But I know how to change this course of affairs. I know who can set this stage for you."

He chucked lightly.

,,Don't act like you know, what are you talking about, Abigail. You have never even saw someones Curtain Call."

,,But she did."

I was lying, but I had no other choice. This is the only way to make he agree. The bluff worked as I expected. His muscles suddenly tensed and he was looking at me more seriously.

,,You're lying."

That line alone made my question my choice, but I went to far to turn back now.

,,Did I ever lied to you, Master? If that was not true, I would have never let her come close to you."

That is true. During her whole training, he was humiliating me more than once and punishing my lack of mobility and hardworking. Indeed, I just needed to know how to fight and lead, nothing else. Imagining my sister under his guidance, I knew she would be a different student, but he did not want to believe this.

,,She is nothing like me, Master. She is everything I am not. She does not stop at one thing, she is eager to learn, to discover and explore. She sees the beauty in details and in others."

,,Boring."

If not my self control, I swear I would have pick a losing fight with him, not stopping until I punch him on his mask.

,,Summarizing. I am asking you to accept my sister as your new prominent student."

,,And If I refuse?"

,,You'll be left with the boring and uninteresting performances everywhere else."

I felt his hesitation. Taking a student right now, could have mean a distraction from his plans. However, an assurance of a new theater where every other failed his expectation was indeed a tempting one.

He suddenly moved forward me. My heart started to beat heavily for a moment. In one second I thought I won. That he agreed to my proposition and my sister is going to be trained under the eye of the Virtuoso himself. Of course I knew what was the price, but I knew my sister would fit to his expectations. However, he passed me and moved forward. My heart skipped, because of the fear I suddenly felt. When he was behind and when I wanted to scream my lungs to him to come back and answer me, I have only heart one sentence.

,,I'll think of it."

When I turned around he was nowhere to be found. Tears filled my eyes and anger my cheeks. I gripped my fingers tight to create a fist and throw it into the wall right next to me. An echoes filled the factory, alongside with my cry.

….

The sun was setting. It is time. I evacuated The Rising Realm to the hideout, where I knew the members of the Black Rose wouldn't find them. I asked once again my comrades if they still want to run, but like before, they choose the loyalty over their lives. I could not blame them. If someone else was in charge, and the same fate would be upon us, I would die with my friends, knowing I fought for what was right. The raven brought the note this morning to me.

,,There is no escape."

And she was right. There was no escape from this fight. My Father will finally get what he wanted, but in the end I am sure he will also pay with his life. Jhin still did not gave her his answer, which made me even more nervous. The night at the factory was the last when I saw him. I put on a sad smile. Who would have though loving a monster is possible – I knew. Jhin is 2 years than me, but even when he was humiliating me, I knew he cared for me. Every day, every moment I felt he cared for me, when no one did. I did not need more. I knew it was wrong, this is not how love works, but still he was filling the void in my heart after my mother died and my father left me. Even when he does not love me, I did not mind it. That feeling was mine alone and I am not ashamed of it.

The last thing I had to take care of was my sister. She had to be as far as she could from the slaughter. I am certain she will bring back Piltover to its old glory. She will fulfill the dream we shared, all she need now is someone who will help her endure this tragedy, and train her. Everyone knew what is about to come, except her. We have all agree to let her survive and for that I created a false mission for her. A simple but an absorbing task. If everything will go as I planned, she would see me dying.

,,Abigail?"

The knocking turned me out of my thoughts. I turned myself back and saw my sister in doors. I felt unimaginable pain just by watching her. This is the last time I will ever see her. Hiding my tears and sorrowful voice, I tried to put on the biggest smile on my face, and showed her to come in. She did not seem to saw my grief, to which I was grateful. We moved to each other and ended up hugging.

,,Oww, you are growing so fast, sis."

,,Come on, Abi. You are telling me this every time, tho I haven't grow a thing. Maybe I should just wear a big hat, to change it."

They bought laugh at this statement, but it was my sister to first come out from my embrace.

,,The city seems empty and Mechanics busy. Is something happening?"

At first I stared at her blankly, but then I smiled and told a lie.

,,We have heard about a few extra patrols tonight. We want to make sure no one is getting hurt."

,,Really? Wow. Father never thought about this. Good thing we are prepared."

Her genuine smile and positive attitude were driving me crazy. I wanted to scream at her that she needs to run away, so no one would find her, but I knew this would be the end of my cover.

,,Yes. But tonight, I also need to find a one volunteer to get into Upper City and get for us the tools. We are running out of it, and I believe while the extra patrol of soldiers would be here … "

,,Then the Upper City would stay open!"

I smiled when she figured it out, tho it tortured me at the same time.

,,So … are you in, sis?"

She was beaming out of excitement. In another second she was back at hugging me tight while laughing.

,,Of course I'm in!"

I cursed myself for being so cruel to her. She did not deserve it, but I kept telling myself that was the only way. She is never going to forgive her. I only hoped Master will find her, and take care of her.

,,Hey, I want you to remember something."

I said that as I left my hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her light-green eyes.

,,You are special. You are the bravest and smartest Mechanic I have ever known. This world is going to tell you otherwise but do not under any circumstances listen to this bullshit. You might feel lonely, but will never be alone. People will betray your trust, but you can not let that effect you. Those people out there … OUR people depends on you, sister. It is a great responsibility, but I believe … no, I KNOW you are more than able to handle them. You can be the leader that bring back Piltover to the times we remember it used to be. The city of justice and knowledge."

She was looking at me a little frightened but most of it was confusion.

,,Why are you telling me all of this?"

I smiled sadly, this time with tears in my eyes.

,,Because I just realized that every day is a blessing. Each and every day might be our last one. If something will happen to you, I swear that I will rip of the walls of our Fathers fortress and find you. I know you can handle this on your own, because you can protect yourself but … I need you to know that."

,,Abi, stop scaring me."

I whipped out the tears and smiled again.

,,One day, you will realize it yourself. But right now, I need an adjustable wrench K-54 that lays right on the other side if this town. Do you think you can get me one, scrub?"

,,Ow, with that last one, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer, sis."

She said that clearly to tease me, but I loved it. She turned herself forward the door, but before she managed to even open then, I realized I forgot the most important part.

,,Wait!"

She suddenly turned back at me, anticipating my next orders, but instead I reach to my pocket and throw her the object. She delicately caught it and slowly opened her hands. Another beam came across her face.

,,Really?"

She pitched, when I came to her.

,,Of course. After all you are a Mechanic. How can you be one of us, when you don't have our sign?"

,,Abi! I love you!"

She started to jump lightly out of happiness, and then left the room in rush. I was still staring at the doors. She was gone. Gone forever. I will never see her again. The only reason I kept going and why I wanted this city to become a better place. Other people were just a bonus. She was the real reason of my dreams.

This sudden realization brought all the fury inside of me. At first I throw only the papers on my desk, but then all the furniture inside were flying or lying on the ground already broken. I am sure everyone have heard my anger and cries. I wasn't ready … I was not ready to be separated with my beloved sister.

…

The moon was at its highest peak, and the fight was still not over. I was surrounded by the dead corpses of my friends and enemies. We did not even moved from out base, when they came to us. They did not even tried to surprise or lead us to their trap. They just showed up – 40 of them if I remember correctly – in front of us, with their leader ahead. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and moved to the entrance of our hideout with weapon in hand. I was waiting for her as well, the black raven short hair and her cold purple eyes – Emilia LeBlanc.

She new this battle was long over before it even started. She greeted my with one of her cold smiles, in return I took my sword and made a position. My comrades knew what to do. It seemed like she was outnumbered, but we all new better than that to never underestimate magic. For a moment I closed my eyes and saw my sister, hiding her way to the Upper City and coming back to the base … just to realized that everyone is dead. That anger took a form into a battle cry, when I run forward to the enemy. My team did the same and follow me into battle.

Now, here I was. Probably the last survival of this fight, that is yet to fall. I saw no familiar face around me, only shadows in black habits, that suddenly surrounded me and The Deceiver. Not many of them tho. There might have been 10 out of them standing. That was some sort of comforting information. My team fought bravely, and gave up their lives for freedom – that was the thought that kept me going. My Black Beauty was a perfect weapon against LeBlancs Dark Magic, but she was no match for her nonetheless. My sword cut perfectly through her chains and through her all spells, but still I was wounded very badly. Blood soaked slowly, just like my stamina and energy to protect myself. She might have know magic, but that applied to her as well. We were both exhausted by that duel, that seemed like is never going to end, but still neither of us was about to surrender.

There was a hole in the roof, that one of her followers made. For a one second I looked above me to search for the moon, but I was surprised when I saw my Master. My strength came back and so did my smile. I was sure he did not came back to see my Curtain Call, but to take care of my sister. With that knowledge, I charged into LeBlanc with new strength. She simply dodged it and start laughing.

,,When will you finally realize it, darling? You just can't win."

With heavy breathing, I turned myself to face her once again with my sword in position.

,,I must be a real trouble for you, huh? Your friends already finished their job, and you? Still struggling. Someone is running out of shape."

To this taunt she responded just like I wanted her to. She charged to me with her chains, but my sword quickly broke them apart. In the next second she was right behind with a dagger. Using the same movement, I turn around and cut off her stance with my legs. She fell on the ground, and when I wanted to pierced her with my sword while she was still laying, again she disappeared and again showing up right behind me. I brought my chin into my chest and with full impact I throw it back, right into her face, making her collapse and falling back. Now, the blood was running not only through her wounds.

She whipped out the stream of blood from her nose. She was angry, I felt it. She raised her staff which was now glowing yellowish and purple and smashed it into the ground. In the next second, I was surrounded by 15 more closed of herself. That was terrifying I must admit. She smiled and fired a beam of dark light at me and so did the clones. I imminently jumped behind me and with one swing of my sword, I cut of half of the clones. They disappeared, and even thought I haven't touch few of them, they expelled as well. Only one remained – The Deceiver herself.

She was confused of what have just happened, so I used this opportunity and charged at her in full speed. The Black Beauty pierced through her easily, leaving her breathless and shocked. For the moment, none of use said anything. My heart was pounding out of pure happiness. Maybe I will see my sister again! Maybe we will have a chance to rebuild this City just like we …

A sharp and cold metal pierced through my back. A moment of unimaginable pain, that was tearing apart my body. I could not even scream but my face was now twisting because of this awful experience. The Deceiver I thought I killed, appeared to be another clone. I failed … I failed.

I fell lifeless into the cold stoned floor, letting my sword out of my hands. I felt how blood was slowly surrounding me, as my consciousness weaken. Still, I was able to hear her devilish laugh, alongside her cold purple eyes.

,,Surprise to see me?"

Yes. Yes I was surprised to see her, but that is because for a second I thought I could have won.

,,I must admit, for a moment I thought I would broken a sweat. Haven't felt that for a while."

I did not answer, there was no need to. I felt my defeat, I knew it was coming and now all I had left was to accept it. I closed my eyes and prayed to anyone for my sister to never find me, with tears falling down my cheeks.

,,Gorge. Pick up the sword."

I still did not open my eyes, because I suddenly stop caring of what they are doing, but an immediate heat and screams woke my up from my despair. I saw a living torch, running around the place with his skin burning and smelling the rotten meat. After a few minutes he just disappeared, like he was never there and silence filled the void of this forsaken place once more.

,,A Runic Stone. No wonder I couldn't kill her earlier."

She stood there for a moment, then looked back at me and smiled triumphantly.

,,Our task in Piltover is done."

As she said that, her followers bowed their heads and just like the Deceiver, they all disappeared.

Here I was laying. I could have swore Master was looking at me from above, watching my Curtain Call that was not his creation. It did not matter for me anymore. I felt weaker with every breath I spent. I heard my heart pounding slower with each passing moment. A Wolf was howling, this must have been a dream. There are no wolfs in Piltover.

Piltover. My sister. Left alone in this mess. Not alone. Jhin is going to be there. He will take care of her … just like he did took care of me? I deserved it. I was a waist of his time, but my sister. She is so much better than me. I hope that one day she will forgive me … Forgive you? You can't even forgive yourself! How could you expect her to forgive you? You are the one responsible for what have happened to this city! … That is not true … Because of you, your mother is dead! … Stop it … If you would have feed that boy, she would still be …

A sudden scream filled the air with pain and sorrow. I cursed every being on this land, that she managed to came back just to see me dying. The earth was shaking under my body, when she was running forward me. I saw her emerald eyes shining even brighter with tears. She took my body and held it tightly, not allowing me to leave. She wanted to speak, to say something to me, to scream to shout at me. I saw every emotion written down upon her face. Sadness and fear. It tore my heart apart. I love her. I love her so much, and I couldn't bare to watch her like that.

,,Hey … Shh … Don't cry."

,,Do not ever dare Shhing me, Abigail!"

I chuckled lightly, feeling the blood rising to my throat.

,,I am so sorry, my sister. I did not mean for this to end this way." - I cough heavily, but I could not just leave her yet. -,,Your training must continue. From now on, I am leaving you in good hands."

,,I don't care, Abi! I don't want anyone else, do you hear me!? I want you!"

She was screaming and shaking her head. I felt that the life is leaving me.

,,Caitlyn, please don't cry." - With the last part of my strength I have left, I managed to pet her head. -,,You are now the last Mechanic out there. Be proud of it. I know you will repair this city, just like I know you are going to be a far better leader."

My heart melted when she hugged my limb body.

,,Abi, please. Stay with me. I am scared."

Her pitched voice pierced through me, but I knew my time is coming.

,,My sword." - I finally realized. -,,Take it sister."

She took the sword that was lying not so far from me. I felt a flicker of hope in my heart, but that only last for the moment. Caitlyn imminently started to shake my body in realization of what have just happened.

She was now holding a lifeless body.

Her golden orbs turned gray forever. Her blonde and long hair soaked in her own blood. Why is my sister not responding when I shake her? Why did her eyes closed and why doesn't she want to open them again?

,,Abi? … Abi! … ABI!"

She screamed through her tears. Her voice was no longer to be heard, only whispers and squeaking coming out of her throat, and when she finally realized what just have happened, she stood there still. She should have not been surprised to see a dead body. After all, that was not the first corpse she witnessed. The memories of the day, when she saw her mother dying … ripped apart by the crowd of animals, that only appeared to be humans.

She doesn't know how much time have passed since she came back from Upper City, but she refused to let go of her sister … She can stay here like this … For now … Forever … No one would even notice that she's here. Tears disappeared from her eyes, and her own orbs became smaller.

A sudden blast brought her back to the reality, but she could have not see what was the source of this noise, but she was certain of one thing – she was not alone. She felt a person, lurking in the shadows, moving around like a lion patiently studying his pray. It came for her sister. In a second Caitlyn took the sword of her sister, anticipating the attack. She did not care, she did not know how to use this weapon properly, she was more common with a guns, but this will do. No one is taking her sister away from her. No one.

In a moment, she saw a shape of a man in front of her.

,,Who are you!?"

Caitlyn screamed with now clear throat. The person did not respond, but kept on going forward her.

,,Stay were you are!"

Caitlyn saw the men better now, but the end result of her observations, left her speechless in fear. There was no face in front of her, but a terrifying mask, that was smiling to her. That was not a friendly smile, but a wicked one. His hands and legs were covered in golden armor and one side of his armed was bigger then the other. Just like as if the hump was coming out of it. The men … no … a demon was now looking at her with his one crimson red eye. There were piercing through her soul, leaving Caitlyn frozen out of fear.

The men at first was looking at Caitlyn, but then keeled down to her level and as if nothing happened, took her sister away from her and lay it down on the floor.

,,What a waste."

After that statement, he stood up once again and turned away from the girl.

,,From now on, I will be your Mentor, you will refer to me as Master. Is that clear, girl?"

Caitlyn was still sitting in fear, but once this men took her sister from her, unyielding rage filled her heart. How dare he? He had no right to even touch her sister. She haven't heard a word he spoke, because when the noise was over, her anger came out. She took the sword in her two hands and imminently jumped to her opponent.

One look. That all that it took. His one look on her was all what it took for her to suddenly stop. Not because she felt fear again. No, in this look she saw power. Power that was beyond her, and reacted in second to calm down. The sword fell from her hands and her body gently collided with his. Tears were falling from her eyes and still she couldn't make any noise. It was inside of her, begging her to let go, but she couldn't.

The men caught her in his arms and pretender to hug her. He saw this image so many years ago, but still it was a waste. He sighted.

,,Pathetic, but I allow you to cry. Just for now."

That one sentence was what Caitlyn needed. She could not tell how long she was standing there with him, but she took her time to scream every single emotion out of her chest. Jhin was starting to regret that decision, but he saw in her so much more than Abigail ever was. A talent that needs a sculpture to fully expose its beauty. This will be a long way, but he knew this all worth it, after all – Art is worth the pain.