Average. Most of us identify quite well with it. It could even been one of my defining characteristics. I was just another unnoticed, introverted gaming enthusiast. Intelligent and yet a socially awkward penguin, and also a forever alone adolescent. Truly average, indeed
A group of men in hoods slowly chanted an ancient spell in the written form of the long-lost runic language of the past with their scripts. A powerful beam of light quickly formed in the middle of this ring, before quickly settling into a spherical condensed ball of power, shifting on itself. Emitting a light blue glow under the magical energy harnessed by the Summoners, the hooded men commanded the ball to begin a great task: to open the portal to bring a person from the mythical second world.
I groaned as I slowly sat up in my bed. A long day was ahead of me, and I needed to be prepared. School, exams, work, and more school. A never-ending, monotonous series of days, almost merging into one another to be a massive boring chunk of life. Bland and unappetizing, that was life right now. I sincerely hoped for a change in my routine life. This change would come, but not in the way I had imagined.
The balls inner region rumbled in a current of magical power, swelling slightly. The ball began to morph into a spiraling disk, before projecting the portal to the other world. The portal began as a small orb, which then grew in size to become a nearly flat blue oval, hanging in space and defying gravity, teeming with untapped power. The portal's force began to link with the other world, where a figure was just beginning his morning ritual…..
Just as I was about to enjoy my solitary morning breakfast, I felt my head almost erupting in headache on indescribable magnitude, giving me grievous, head splitting pain. It was if my body was tearing apart from something invisible. I sighed and took two painkillers, before moving on to prepare my books for the day. If I had been observant, I might have noticed the portal of transport beginning to form itself next to me. I felt another burst of pain, before I felt my eyes shutting from the horrendous migraine. The last I remembered of my homeworld was the lights in my room turning off, one by one, as if they were extinguished stars in a barren universe.
The figure, now unconscious, moved quickly across the facades time and space. The walls of the warphole contracted and spread, almost as if were alive, a great beating heart of the universe. A human might have seen the blue plasma carrying the figure down the portal into the other world. A normal human would certainly not have seen the powerful magical veins coursing along the pathway as it worked to summon the person to the other world.
Darkness. Light. Now darkness again. One eye opened. Then the other. Alive. I was alive. But where was I? I looked around me, seeing only trees after trees. I seemed to be in a clearing of some forest, far from civilization. The sound of roaring water to my left alerted me, and as I turned around, there was a large stream flowing down the mountainside. I decided to follow it, treading lightly along the banks, until I reached a massive pool. Experimentally, I waded in, before gasping at the hot water relaxing my ached muscles. I was so intent on moving towards the center of the pool I didn't realize that I wasn't alone.
It wasn't until we touched that I realized she was there. Looking up, I gasped at the sight of the most beautiful woman I had seen. Her hair, long strands tied back in a clever and beautiful arrangement, reminding me of the styles of long ago. Her skin, smooth and shiny, warm and inviting. And the rest of her body was just as glorious. Her figure was perfectly in ratio, her succulent figure enhanced by the tops of two orbs peeking out above her blue dress. But most of all, her eyes. So light and powerful, they seemed to be piercing me and yet so compassionate. It was to be sometime until I realized I had been staring for far too long
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I had been enjoying the warmth of the hot springs during an unusually cold winter in the Demacian continent. Far away from the Institute of Warfare, I was free to do as I pleased during the short vacation time that all Champions had during which they were able to relieve themselves from the hurry and stress of life of representing the various nation-states that fought in the League of Legends. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice that someone was near me until I opened my eyes and found a young male whose vision was firmly fixated upon a part of my body that was certainly not my eyes.
His eyes were a dark shade of brown, his hair cut short in a familiar manner. He seemed to be lost-or was it confused? In his eyes, I saw a great sadness, and yet untapped power that could be world-changing.
I summoned my telepathic powers to speak to him, inserting my voice directly into his mind. Hello, I said, channeling the thought so he could receive it. His eyes grew wide before he looked at me. "Hello" he meekly replied. My name is Sona. I replied. You look lost, are you from this area? He sighed before he launched into an explanation of how he was forced into this dilemma: his normal life, his transportation, and his finding me. His name, he said, was Immortal. Are you saying…that you're from another world? "Indeed", he said, sighing as he did so. I suddenly realized who he was. He was the Ultima, the one summoned by the High Summoners to preserve balance in our Realm of Runeterra. This would explain both the potential I could see within him, as well as his journey to our world from his. "Where am I?" he asked curiously. My reply to him was short: The world of the League of Legends.
What happens to our dear Immortal? How shall he cope with the pressures of life in a new world? And what shall become of the relations between Sona and Immortal? Read on….
