A/N: I don't own any of these characters, they are all owned by Riot Games


Syndra stood in the middle of the temples training room, two dark spheres on the ground next to her. The room was well lit with torches lining the stone walls, and in front of Syndra was two magical dummies that she was using to practice her magic. Aside from the torches, Syndra and the magical dummies the room was empty.

Syndra willed another dark sphere into existence, but as she watched the sphere form one of the two she had summoned earlier faded in its place. With that failing she decided to try again, but with the same result. Syndra decided to take a different approach this time, this time she summoned two spheres at once, at first she thought she succeed in maintaining three dark spheres but when she tried to find either of the two original spheres they were gone.

Syndra was starting to get fed up with her seeming lack of progress, she had been at it for three hours now pushing herself to her limit trying to improve. No matter how hard she tried it seemed like her training wasn't making her magic any stronger nor did it feel like her pool of magical energy was getting any larger like it had during her youth. Syndra had learned a lot since she came to the temple several years ago; but while her body had grown it felt like her magic had barely changed at all since she was a child. This is what frustrated Syndra the most, she was putting in hours of effort every day but there didn't seem to be any signs she was getting better.

Syndra sat down next to the wall to slightly dizzy from using too much of her magic at once. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs curling into a ball as she stared off into the space. She was starting to wonder if it was worth leaving her family behind and coming to the temple. When she was a child the offer of being taught magic by an elder had seemed unreal to her, but something about it now just felt wrong…

Syndra shook her head clearing her thoughts, I can't change the past now so I shouldn't worry about it. She decided that she would go ask her mentor, who she called the old man against his protest, about why she felt her magic ceased to grow hoping he would have some insight.

Syndra decided to check the library first, she had a hunch that the old man would be there. He tended to spend most of his time there when he wasn't teaching Syndra, or practicing his own magic. The library was fairly impressive considering that only Syndra and the old man lived in the temple. It was two stories tall and had bookshelves lining the outside of both floors with staircases in the back of both corners connecting the first floor to the second.

The middle right side of the first floor was an open area with two large book covered tables pushed together that were each a little larger than Syndra if she had laid down on them. On the other side was a set large comfy chairs, if you cleared out the massive piles of books that was around the chair then you would find a coffee table underneath it somewhere. It didn't take long for Syndra to find the old man reading in one of the chairs.

As Syndra approached the old man he peered up at her and in a kind voice said, "Good evening Syndra, what can I help you with?" The old man wore simple white Ionian robes, his medium length grey hair was tied back into a ponytail.

Syndra plopped herself down in a chair across from the old man and rest her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Why do I feel like I am not getting any stronger? I have learned a lot since I got here, but my magic feels no different than when I arrived."

The old man man's face turned from one of sincere curiosity into one of concern as it looked like he contemplated something, a few seconds later he finally responded.

"You are probably old enough to hear this now," the old man paused for a few seconds before continuing, "when we decided to bring you here the elders suspected that your powers were too dangerous to leave alone, that is why I put spell on you to dampen your magic."

After hearing this Syndra straightened in the chair, a look of shock crossing her face, "you did what, and when did you plan on lifting the spell, or better yet even let me know you put it on me in the first place!"

"Syndra don't be irrational, you must learn balance and restraint first. If we left you at home with your family you may never have learned this on your own that, you would have been a threat to the safety of all of Ionia that is why we took you away from your village, so we could teach and guide you."

Syndra's heart sunk, a mixture of anger, sadness, and betrayal grew in her stomach as she heard this, she had grown to trust the old man over these last few years. "I was only a child when you took me away, you didn't even give me a chance to prove myself! What gave you the right to decide that taking me away from my family was the right decision?" As Syndra said this she stood up knocking her chair back and she swung her hand across her body and sent a pile of books flying across the room with her magic.

"I'm sorry Syndra this wasn't a risk we were willing to take, I was going to teach you for a few years and see how you progressed. Syndra I am sorry, but I did this for your -"

"No!" Syndra cut him off having heard enough, "You had no right to seal my magic away from me. I demand you lift this accursed spell from me this instant." As Syndra said this accidentally let out a pulse of magic and sent several more objects flying.

The old man got up his facial expression had a tinge of fear mixed in now, "If you don't calm down I am going to have to seal your powers away for good. Please Syndra, I don't want to do this but I will if I must."

"You wouldn't dare" Syndra said defensively but still not backing down, she couldn't give in now after learning what he had done to her. Syndra's magic has been her main source of happiness over the last few years, and she couldn't let anyone take that happiness away it didn't feel right to her. If that magic was taken away then all of the training and sacrifices she had made up to this point would have been for nothing. She lost her village and home because of her magic, and Syndra was not about to let that go to waste, she loved her magic too much for that.

"I can't drop it, not after learning this. My power is mine and mine alone, I have given up too much between time and my family to let it go that easily." Syndra said with conviction, voicing her thoughts.

The old man let out long disappointed sigh, "Syndra you leave me no choice." His voice tinged with sadness. Then the old man channeled a short spell fired it at Syndra hitting square in the center of her chest.

As Syndra was hit by the spell she let out a bone chilling scream as she fell to the floor on her hands and knees. Never before in her life had she felt more pain then she had now as all her remaining magic was being forcefully pulled from her body. In a last ditch effort to save her magic Syndra summoned a small dark sphere and with all her might she used her remaining magic to send it flying at the old man. After that she collapsed on the ground, had she been looking she would have seen as the sphere hit home and sent the old man flying into the library wall, his head jerking backwards from the force of the impact and colliding with the wall.

Syndra could feel her magic slowly returning now that the spell wasn't draining her magic anymore. After a little bit when Syndra worked up enough energy to move again, she looked up at where her master lay limply up against the wall. Syndra's eye's widened in horror as the realization of what she had done hit home.

I…killed him…after all he's done for me over the years. Syndra thought as she curled up into a ball as her eyes became wet with tears.

No, he was weak and trying to hold you back. He never cared for you, all he wanted to do was take away your gift, which is why he tried to seal your powers. Syndra argued with herself internally, conflicted about how to feel about the situation.

That's a lie, all he ever wanted to do was help me, and I repaid him by killing him. Syndra thought as she shifted uncomfortably on the floor. Unsure about how to feel about everything that had transpired and whether or not she reacted properly.

If that was true then why did he dampen your power all those years ago, why did try and hide it from you! On top of that if he cared so much for you, the voice in her said the last part mockingly, then why did he attack you and try to seal away your powers forever?

Her inners voice words stung, but Syndra didn't have an answer to attempt to justify her mentor's actions, making the words even more powerful. Admitting defeat to herself, she decided to get up off the cold floor and brush the dust off her body. The sadness was still there but it was easier to ignore now as a feeling of ecstasy filled her body as the excess magical power that had been sealed away all these years once again fully flowed through her veins.

Looking over at the corpse of her former master, Syndra brought her hand up to her mouth as she almost gagged.

I suppose I should at least bury him, she thought. Syndra used her magic to pick up his body and carry him outside a decent ways into the forest before she found someplace she thought befitting of a burial. It wasn't much but the area was open around where the grave would be, the scenery, flowers, and tree's nearby had a calming effect. Syndra used her magic to blow open a section of the ground to create the grave, and gently set her former mentor down into the earth with tears in her eyes. It wasn't anything special but at least it was a grave, she at least owed the old man that for raising her over the past few years even if she still wasn't sure how to feel about everything that had just happened.

After this Syndra returned to her temple, deciding that she wanted to redecorate to distract herself.