Chapter 7
"You are familiar with the history of the Institute of War, yes?" As Quinn spoke these words a chill went down my spine. What she said sounded so familiar yet I couldn't place it.
"No. I don't think so." I told her.
"Wait how do you not know what the Institute of War is?" she ask surprised and in disbelief, her sad nature being replaced by a curious one. "Everyone in Runeterra knows what the Institute is." she commented. As the word 'Runeterra' left her lips everything went quiet I automatically realized where I had heard of the Institute of War from, its been a long time since I had played on the Fields of Justice you can't really forget a part of your life that was that significant. Though what does League of Legends have to do with her memories, and why does she talk as if she lives there. Lost in thought Quinn stared at me quietly, until suddenly realization punched me in the gut and slapped my face leaving me numb and my legs weak. I gazed into her eyes and my face flushed of all color as I stared deep into her eyes, her soul, my soul, the eyes of my champion.
"W-wait wait w-wait." I stuttered looking away from her and shaking my head clear. It was impossible there was no way, it was all just a computer game that's all nothing more. "Where do you think we are?" I finished my thought and directing my question to Quinn.
"If I had to guess I would have to say Piltover judging by how clean this place is and the technology" she stated gesturing toward Aiha. "Though I'm not sure." she admitted hanging her head down. "I usually know where I am but nothing is familiar." Listening to her talk sent more chills down my spine because she sounded just like Quinn for the game, but it is impossible video games don't come to life that's just not possible.
"Alright look, I don't know who you are but this 'prank' your pulling isn't funny anymore." I flatly stated staring at her. "I don't know who is paying you to do do this but whoever it is you can tell them the jig is up and I found them out."
The woman who called herself Quinn stared at me for a moment before speaking. "I sure do not know of what you speak, no one is 'paying me' nor am I pulling a prank on you, but if you wish for me to depart I will do so for I do not want to outstay my welcome." what she said surprised me as she had a calm voice and steady hand. "I must ask you one favor though," she said. "I would ask if I could borrow some gold from you and if you could point me to the nearest tailor, so I can get clothes that can fit me. With that I will leave and you shall never see me again." she said in a confident tone with her head held high.
I couldn't believe this, could this be the actual Quinn? There was only one thing I could think of that would prove who she was.
"If you are the real Quinn then where is Valor?" At my question her eyes opened wider is shock before going back to their normal squinting look.
"Alright." she began. "Do you by any chance have a large window?" she asked.
I stared into her eyes for a minute for any sign of a bluff but could find none. "Yeah, over here." I finally said walking past her. Walking into the hall and past the bathroom and my room at the end of the hall was the largest window in my home. "How's this?" I asked turning around while holding my hand out toward the window.
"Hmm." she the sound of thinking as she stared at the window, as if she was mentally judging the size. "That should do." she finally said. "Would you mind opening it?" she asked looking at me. My eyes never left her as I opened the window and the winter air grabbed my face roughly. After I opened the window I stepped back to observe her actions.
She walked to the window and stuck her arm outside, then she bowed her head. Her mouth started to move but no sound escaped her lips. She then stopped and looked outside the window and to the sky above. Then I heard it, a great cry of an eagle boomed from seemingly nowhere until the woman suddenly jerked almost falling out the window. Regaining her composer she brought her arm back inside the window and my eyes beheld one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. Claws as black as night, feathers a deep ocean blue, its beak strong and rigged, then there were the eyes. The right eye, a bright yellow matching that of the girl who now I had no doubt was Quinn, but looking upon the other my heart sank a bit at the sight. A scar ran north-south across the left eye, rendering it a bright and clear white. Which could only mean that is was blind in that eye.
Upon looking at me the bird let out another screech and jumped off of Quinn's arm and spread its wings out in front of Quinn in a defensive matter. I suddenly realized that this was the bird I had seen protecting Quinn...I had completely forgot.
"Valor, get over here this man is a friend and I don't need protection from him." Quinn said in a stern tone. Valor turning his head toward Quinn then back to me, before lowering his wings and hopping back to Quinn's side. All the while keeping an eye on me. "That is strange he never usually doesn't that to people he hasn't met before." Quinn said looking at me.
"Well I may have met him once before when I found you outside last night. He tried to ward me off but I managed to make a torch to shoo him off." I explained rubbing the back of my neck. Embarrassed that I hadn't previously recognized the bird.
"Ah... then he must have felt your aura then." Quinn commented. "Aura...what do you mean?" I asked
"You know." she said flatly. "Any magic wielder knows about auras, even some people who don't have magic know of auras, such as myself." she continued, annoyance in her voice.
"Okay, look...Quinn this is not your world. In this world you are no more than a character in a game called 'League of Legends'. I don't know how you are here but this isn't Runeterra.
Quinn stared into my eyes for the longest time not moving muscle, searching for any signs that I may be lying. After what felt like an eternity she whispered three words with such emotion that you could almost hear her will and composer shattering. "Then...I'm free."
Kerbal:
I return, a bit late but here none the less.
The guessing: based off of some TV or Movie AI? you (or your SO) are French and
you are referencing your nationality (not sure about this one due to the level of English and the type of descriptors but is certainly possible). I'm out of ideas for now... ohh ohh, you play halo and want Cortana to have a french accent for some reason (goes with her hair idk)
Review: Certainly a good point in where the story can go in many directions though since my mind is still with the original-lore Quinn I can't help but frown at her desertion from Demacia. Oh well. odd twist on a character. This is going to mess with my perception even harder. I must now play Garen to stupid myself again.
Me:
Nope wrong again.
Glad you enjoyed it, with the whole lore thing only Quinn's lore up until Bildgewater(that's stupid) But after that its not based on lore as I'm creating my own version on what happened after the lore.
