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Chapter 3 – The Judgment

The lack of control over his body was starting to make Sorin nervous, "Mother… I did a… bad thing today…" trying to speak passed the ever flowing sobs, "but I… am scared… and I don't know… if Joseph is going… to wake up again." Sorin started to have a very old emotion flood back into his mind; with a very familiar dagger like feeling prodding his heart.

Loss, an emotion that used to be a staple in the life of Sorin was now starting to return in full force. Seeming so real that if Sorin was weaker of mind he would have thought he was truly taken back in time by some cruel and sadistic person.

Tissha, Sorin's mother, looking with those bright blue eyes with pity and love strait at him said, "Sorin, I know that Joseph will forgive you when he wakes up." She started as she kept a firm but caring hug on the ten year old boy, "You must not run from your newfound gift or it might never be used as such." She said with confidence. "Don't worry Sorin, I will help you."

At those words Sorin was ripped from that memory and into what looked like funeral ceremony. But the casket was smaller than one for an adult. Fear started to come into his mind again as his body started walking to the casket reliving the fatal truth.

"Joseph," young Sorin started, "I… I… I'm sorry" Sorin feel to his knee after seeing the lifeless face of his once alive and fun loving friend. Then a very large hand gripped Sorin's shoulder, picked the boy up and turned him around. It was Joseph's father Mica, a tall broad shouldered man with toned muscles and a thick tan from working in his fields.

"Sorin" Mica said with a low tone, "You are not to blame but," Mica's face growing grim, "never talk to me again. The relationship you and my son had always gave me something that warmed my heart and now it just makes me die inside." Mica turn from the young boy and walked away.

Young Sorin fell to his hands and knees this time yelling, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry", the cries and tears could be seen and heard by all in the temple that day. Tissha took Sorin by the hand, made him stand up and they exited together. Once again the Mind Bender's vision was dark.

When he opened his eyes this time he was met by Tissha cooking something for them to eat. "You must be hungry after the long day we had training your new technique." With her over motherly tone, "Dinner should be ready any time now." Tissha stepped towards a cabinet to grab something when she slipped on puddle of water that had come from all the steam coming from the boiling pot.

She started to fall but Sorin reached out and caught her, she went limp on contact. He was able to make sure her head did not strike the ground but now she was not responding to anything. Being thirteen and in the moment he did not rush to find someone to help; he just sat there with his mother in his arms yelling her name wishing to the stars that she would respond to him.

Sorin, at this point, was starting to feel as if he had just been put into a meat grinder for the second time in a row. His mind was starting to kick into overdrive. The flood of memories that had been suppressed by training and newfound life was almost too much for the warrior. But, the Judgment would go on. This time plunging into a small room filled with many neatly made child size beds.

"Sorin" and sweet sound entering his mind, "I hope that you get adopted soon, I never wanted to leave you but Miss Bavelle can only take one." He looked and saw his very good childhood friend Sona sitting on the bed next to him talk with her thoughts because of her muteness. "Promise me that you will never forget me."

Young Sorin looks at Sona with her blue eyes and hair to match. "You know I never will, I told you that I was going to protect you as long as I could." He leaned in and gave Sona a big hug, she smelled like lilies, "I will miss you, just don't forget me too, ok."

With a nod Sona got up and walked out of the room. He waited till she was gone and started to cry. Once again he was alone and had no one. He closed his eyes and was sent back into the darkness that he had felt at the beginning of the Judgment. Slowly he came to and found himself back in the chamber with his former Master's hand on his shoulder.

He was shaking. His forehead was covered in sweat, and the hood of his travel cape was no longer on his head, revealing his short white hair and well-formed face. He was slightly pale and let out his first breath like he had been holding it for a life time. After a few minutes he regained his composure and yes, he was still standing.

"Sorin Phylo," the middle of the three Summoners in front of his boomed, "Why do you want to join the League?" a question that Sorin was prepared for but was taken aback by it's directness after such a rush of memories.

"To be an example of resilience to others and myself." said Sorin in the most powerful and stoic voice he could muster.

"Then welcome to the League of Legends, Sorin, The Mind's Bender", Proclaimed the Summoner to the left. "You may take you leave now Sorin, we will not need to see you again. Lee Sin will show you to your escort to show you around the Institute." As Sorin bowed the middle Summoner added, "We think you will remember her." Sorin raise an eyebrow but said nothing and left without another word.

As he turned he saw that a cheeky grin was smashed onto the face of the Blind Monk in an approving way. They pair made their way back out the Chamber and down the hallway. When they came to the door Sorin could feel a wave of peace come over him. Being magically attuned he knew this was a magic filled relaxation, but he did not see it's source, yet it felt so familiar.

Lee Sin put his hand on the door and pushed it open. He walked out first and then Sorin came out to find that there was a large gathering of Champions and Summoners standing outside the doors to great him. Noises of applause and cheering were heard in all directions has he looked about the crowd. Some people he knew from his homeland, others from reading the League Journal and, some he had no idea who they were. Still, he felt like this was going to be a good start to his new lot in life.

Then out of the corner of his eye, Sorin's attention was grabbed. He turned and looked directly at the women floating to his left. She had an interment that was floating freely in front of her. With bright blue eyes, long blue hair that was in two pony tails, and a long blue with gold trim dress that reviled her shoulders and well-formed chest.

Could this be, her a Champion, the little girl that could not even speak for herself? Sorin was about to speak when he heard a female voice come into his mind "Hello Sorin, it has been a long time." Sorin, smiled because for the first time in his life he had gotten back someone he thought he had lost forever.