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Chapter 13 Let the past go. Chosen of the hammer!

"I don't get it, how is this supposed to make me feel better?"

The imposing figure known as The Shepherd of Lost Souls was holding tightly to his spade trying to release stress. He was angry, he had just recently spoken to the Eternal Hunters, Kindred.

The Lamb and the Wolf, both were in thought, honestly, the night had been too relaxing, they knew that something was going to happen, but they hoped it wouldn't be Yorick asking them for advice.

"You see Yorick…the weft and weave of fate guides... um... uh... how did that poem go again?"

As Lamb was trying to recall the lost poem Wolf decided to be more straightforward.

"Why not see a therapist?!"

Wolf had said the word mainly because he hoped it would serve as a distraction, he didn't know that there was indeed a therapist present at the institute. Yorick let himself in thought for a moment, he had heard about someone who had recently made Yasuo stop fighting Riven… maybe he could help him with his trouble.

"That's… a promising idea actually…thank you Wolf!"

The juggernaut stood up running out of the room leaving the Wolf smiling at the peace that came back, he was hoping to go to sleep again when suddenly he felt the Lamb poking at his mask.

"Wolf… do you remember how the poem went?"

Ah… this was a conversation he never enjoyed.

As Yorick made his way asking with the summoners he found in the hallways he ended up finding a closed door that indicated it was the office of the therapist. He did notice a lack of a time frame, so he thought he could just wait for it to open.

If there was something he was used to doing, was waiting. And so, he waited the whole night in front of the door.

While he was waiting in front of the door for it to open he felt a light weight on his back. This small almost insignificant weight for him came in the form of a slender girl who was spinning a braid at her side.

"What got you waiting here old man? The dead aren't so funny today?"

As Yorick looked behind at the Loose Cannon he found himself surprised at seeing her with glasses on the top of her head, he never knew she needed glasses to see. Maybe to read? Before he could even ask why she was wearing them she simply pointed to the door.

"You waiting for Cid? He should be here soon, I mean, if he wants his glasses he needs to be here"

She said his pointing at the glasses she was wearing over her head. But alas now he knew the name of the therapist. Cid, was the Loose Cannon friends with the therapist? Before he could voice his thoughts, they heard the giggles of the Fae Sorceress.

"I bet you are doing it to hold her hand"

As she laughed both Yorick and Jinx looked at the direction of Lulu and saw Sona holding the hand of Cid guiding him through the hallway.

"Trust me, I wouldn't need to hold her hand if I had my glasses"

Sona was smiling the whole time as she was guiding the therapist through the hallway, Lulu had found them soon when they were both out of her room, she didn't make any questions or remarks of seeing Cid coming out of Sona room, if anything she only giggled when Sona took his hand to guide him to his office.

If anything, Sona simply was happy of being in the company of her friends, the Fae Sorceress was always fun to be with, and the therapist had made a place in her life in brief time. She enjoyed their company.

Cid was embarrassed at the way Sona hold his hand, sure he didn't need to be embarrassed, he was pretty much blind without his glasses. Though as they were walking and reaching what he guessed was his office he noticed a slender girl and what seemed to be a giant man waiting in front of his office.

"Hey there!"

Without warning, Jinx skipped the short distance between her and the therapist, with a fast move she placed the glasses in their rightful place.

"There you go, I changed the glass for you, the old glass had too many cracks in it"

Cid was enjoying having his glasses back, and even more to see so clearly. Truth be told, his glasses did have a lot of marks on them, it felt nice looking so clearly in them. Before he could say anything more Jinx pointed at the man behind her.

"Old man here has been waiting for you, not sure why though"

Cid saw the huge man in front of him and waved at him. The man waved back albeit slowly as if not sure if it was okay. Cid nodded at Sona before signing to her.

"Thanks for the help"

"You are welcome, see you soon"

Sona gave him a quick hug and seemed to run away while holding Lulu who for a moment was about to say something before Sona took her away. Jinx was laughing with no reason and started running behind the pair.

Cid was simply confused about what had happened and just went to open his office waving for the man behind him to pass.

"Well, take a seat, I'm Cid therapist for the institute."

Cid laughed in his head at how easily saying that had been.

Yorick nodded before taking a seat on the big couch and speaking.

"Yorick, Shepherd of Souls"

Cid nodded and took a seat at his desk. He simply started writing the name of the man, Yorick.

"Well then Yorick, what got you interested in coming to my office?"

Yorick was in thought, truly what had brought him here?

He had spoken with Kindred last night, he was tired. No matter what he did, he felt that his quest for the solution about the ruination. The unnamed king who failed his ritual and ended up turning his home "The Blessed Islands" into the Shadow Isles.

He would send corpses to find information, to bring a solution, to understand what happened on that day, trying to find a solution, trying to understand maybe how the Tears of Life may solve it. To understand how it might work. What was needed to save everyone? What was needed to do?

How could he find peace knowing the moment he removed the vial from his neck the mist would take him? Corrupt him, until he found a solution…

"Has anyone told you before that you think out loud?"

Yorick eyes opened wide looking at the therapist.

Cid was surprised of Yorick thought process. The man spoke his thoughts out loud. Not being careful whether someone could hear him. In other words, Yorick was someone who probably spends tons of time alone, and to find a solace in the loneliness had taken to speak his thoughts out loud.

Cid knew of similar cases, people who were often isolated would start to speak their thoughts to make their surroundings less lonely, sometimes just hearing a voice, even if it was their own could do wonders to ease their mind. While Yorick had not mentioned anything about his life in the isles, Cid could pretty much fill the holes.

"How long you been isolated Yorick?"

Yorick was in thought.

"That long?"

Before Yorick could ask he immediately understood.

"Do I speak my thoughts so often?"

Cid seemed to be in thought before speaking.

"Can't honestly say, but so far you have proven that you are an open book, you speak your thoughts without noticing, which pretty much confirms you have been isolated for long until I guess you came to the institute"

Yorick nodded. All true.

"I never noticed I spoke my thoughts, I got used to being the only one speaking in the Shadow Isles… the voices of the corpses are not something that can be counted as normal"

Cid nodded before asking again.

"Were you able to hear the voices before or only after the whole ruination thing?"

"Before. As a kid, I could speak to those who were gone…"

Time flew by as Yorick mentioned his life to Cid, he simply took notes and heard everything Yorick had to say. It was impressive the force of will the man had. He could have simply chosen to become a mindless corpse on the island, yet he had decided to stick with his mission.

Yorick suffered from not being accepted. A child with a gift he had not asked for. The recently deceased spoke with him, even know, the deceased of the shadow isles found solace in Yorick. A man with a mission. To find a solution for the ruination.

Truly, he had heard of the ruination, a phenomenon no one really seemed to know how it happened. There were records but no one was totally sure of how it came to be, the name of the king was long forgotten, and the results were the only proof the ruination had indeed happened. But what was more surprising, was that while they lived in a world full of wonders, no one knew how the shadow isles ruination could have happened.

And just like those historians and researchers who spend countless of years studying the past, Yorick had been trying to piece how the ruination came to be and find a solution. While the easiest path would have been to submit to the fate everyone else had been subjected to. He had chosen to keep up his oath.

"You are impressive, you know?"

Yorick nodded before expressing his thanks.

"Someone got to keep the monastery ideals alive… someone needs to give them the proper last rites, so they don't lose their path"

Before Cid could ask Yorick spoke again.

"The Kindred… say I shouldn't worry, that death always finds the way… and that surely one day those corpses and the horrors of the shadow isles will disappear… but I can't wait for that! I must find a solution that doesn't end in death… but in the rebirth of them"

Cid didn't know if he was speaking his thoughts, or if he wanted to share what the Kindred had said. But he knew something.

"You need to let them go Yorick"

Before Yorick could speak Cid placed his hand in front of him.

"I'm not done speaking, so let me finish. You need to let them go Yorick, their memory lives in you, you remember the Blessed Isles. You know how life was there, you knew its people. But you won't be able to bring them back, even if you did end the ruination, there is no guarantee that the end of the ruination would bring them back. If anything, the corpses would immediately fall down"

Yorick closed his fists on anger. Yet he understood the words of the therapist. He was right. He hoped for a solution, but the thing was that the only one who was still alive in a way, was him. The Tears of Life had avoided the mist of taking him. It was the vial on his neck what kept him.

"If the ruination does end. Someone will need to be there to give the corpses their proper burial. Isn't the duty of the monks of Dusk to give everyone their proper burial? To give them the last rites to rest in peace for the eternity?"

Yorick eyes opened wide at the last words spoken by the therapist… how?

"Brother Yorick. That was how you were called before I bet. Did you know I was close myself to being called Brother Cid after the war? I thought I could be a member of the faith on Demacia, but it doesn't fit me. Sadly, I didn't have the spiritual qualities to be a Brother"

Yorick nodded and in a way, he understood what he was trying to say.

"So… should I let them go?"

Cid nodded

"Let the dead go Yorick, but don't forget them. Letting go, and forgetting is not the same. Keep the Blessed Isles in your heart, but put the corpses to rest."

Cid was expecting many things. Anger, rage, maybe questions. But not the laughter that came from Yorick chest. Dry an ancient, fitting of one as Yorick. His laugh still resounded with a certain hint of happiness and hope.

"Indeed… I will put the corpses to rest, as you say, the Blessed Isles live in my memories… thanks"

Yorick stretched his arm to give Cid a handshake. Cid offered his hand which was promptly shake by the strong man.

"Thanks… I do feel better Cid"

Yorick stood and left the room with energy running. He needed his spade. It was time to put some corpses to rest on the isles. Yet, he also needed a piece of paper and something to write with. He had some memories to write on paper.

If something were to happen to him on his quest. Yorick would leave behind proof in the paper. Written proof that spoke of how the life on the isles was. Yes, Yorick had job to do. He had to put corpses to rest and memories to keep.

As Cid was debating whether to go to the library for his appointment with Nasus or wait for someone else to enter the door he saw a figure he had seen passing by Demacia before. He decided to call for the small figure with her two pigtails that was carrying a hammer doubling her size.

"Hey! Yeah you, aren't you the Hero seeker?"

Poppy, the Keeper of the Hammer heard the voice of a man coming from a door at her side. He saw the frail man and remembered him. Mostly because everyone told her he surely couldn't even touch the hammer of Orlon.

"Hey, you are the guy from Demacia… the… sorry, you were called a rather offensive term"

She bowed while not knowing how to speak to him. Cid laughed it off and waved at her.

"Don't worry, you can come in, how is the whole hero seeking going?"

Cid knew of Poppy by their small exchange long ago. During her travel to the capital of Demacia she had been looking for people who could hold the hammer and maybe be the hero, Cid approached curiously hearing of the fabled hammer of Orlon. He was impressed looking at the yordle carrying the hammer with no problem at all.

Poppy had seen the man before, no one allowed him to even touch the hammer saying he wasn't worthy. They called him some horrible names back then, she never understood why they spoke so badly of the man. He seemed nice, even back then when the people had gone away he had told her the direction to the closest town to look for more people.

"Not good. No one seems to be able to take out the power of the hammer"

She sighed. It just seemed she couldn't find the hero.

"Well, I'm sure you will find it… hey, have you ever thought you could be the hero?"

At his words, Poppy laughed. She kept on laughing for long and Cid could only look at her letting all the worries she seemed to have in her fade with her laugh.

"That's a good one…how could I possibly be the hero? Surely is someone else, but thanks, I needed to laugh… hey, do you mind telling me your name?"

Cid noticed how humble the girl was. She didn't have the slightest of ego, probably she never actually considered herself to be the hero. With a smile, he answered her question.

"Cid. No last name, just Cid, I recently became the therapist for the institute"

Poppy smiled before bowing.

"Poppy, Iron Ambassador for Demacia"

Cid whistled. For someone so humble she did have quite the title. Probably prince Jarvan knew her too.

"Well is nice to see you again Poppy, I'm sure you will find that hero of yours"

Cid saw how Poppy stood up and closed the door behind her and sat on the couch. She started to hold her hands, seemingly fidgeting with them as the hammer lay beside her.

"So… you are like Lady Karma? Will you listen to me without telling anyone anything?"

Cid was surprised at the sudden twist in her demeanor. But kept it well hidden to himself, he was used at sudden twist when people were hoping to speak in secret.

"Whatever you say in this room I won't repeat it anywhere. I'm a therapist, so is part of the job"

Cid smiled as Poppy seemed to be in thought before speaking.

"Am I ugly?"

Well, that was unexpected.

He was expecting many questions, if she would find a hero, if maybe she was the hero, truly he expected questions regarding her job or her life of traveling around looking for a hero. Not if she was ugly. Time had prepared Cid for such a scenario.

"What?"

And the time of experience had failed.

"I…I sometimes feel I might be ugly… I mean, for human standards surely, I'm not… beautiful right? I mean even for yordles standards I doubt I could be called beautiful…"

"…"

Cid couldn't believe it. The girl was worried about something so simple? Yet… it made lots of sense. Poppy was always going along with the mission of the hammer. She didn't have the time for the stuff others grow with. So, asking a question as silly as it seemed. It was quite the big deal for her. He noticed how apprehensive she was at speaking.

Totally different from the proud hero seeker he had seen back then.

"Well… no, I wouldn't say you are ugly… if anything you are… nice"

Poppy already apprehensive look seemed to turn gloomy looking at the floor.

"That's what people say to ugly people…"

Cid while calm on the outside was a sea of alarm inside. He didn't want in no way to insult the girl.

"No… well, you see"

He breathed before speaking. He needed every bit of ability to explain it to her.

"You aren't ugly if anything you are amazing, even more than other heroes of Demacia you know?

At this Poppy perked up looking at him. Cid looked at how her ears had seemingly become more alert as if expecting for him to continue and, so he did.

"You have traveled all over the corners of the borders of Demacia looking for a hero, you have gone through many towns and villages without stopping once. You always go looking for the hero who can handle the hammer without stopping"

Poppy smiled hearing his words and her eyes seemed to shine while hearing his words.

"You are pretty much a hero yourself you know? So, what does it matter what anyone else says about your physique? I think you are the coolest hero of Demacia"

Without any warning Cid found himself enveloped in a hug. One that he couldn't believe carried so much strength. Poppy is able to lift the hammer so easily wasn't magic alone it seemed.

"Thank you! You are better than Lady Karma at this, she always left me asking more questions, thanks!"

Without warning, Poppy went running out with her hammer. Cid was confused, and had he been able to hear in the distance he would have heard a yordle shouting to another yordle in a mech that she was amazing and not lame nor ugly.

"You are welcome? Honestly, everyone just comes and runs out through the door today… maybe I should take it as a sign to leave running too"

As he was standing thinking of what to do he took notice of his door closing

As he was about to stand he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders forcing him to sit. He sighed in defeat knowing already who was in the room. While her figure wasn't visible, the giggle was totally recognizable.

"Playing with light Lux?"

As the giggle sounded again the figure of Lux started to make itself visible. He had suspected that as she manipulated light, surely, she could make herself invisible. Had it not been Lux though he would have felt embarrassed.

"You are no fun you know? I was expecting for you to believe there was a ghost here"

Even though she said that her expression was one rather of fun even if she had been found out. Cid took notice of the book at her side.

"Is that the book you borrowed from my old office? The one on runes?"

She smiled while placing it on the desk.

"Thought I should give it back to you, also, shouldn't you be taking care of Taliyah? Everyone speaking about how Yasuo trusted you to take care of her"

Cid sighed. The last thing he wanted was for people to wonder about him, he was always hoping for the dear silence that came with being anonymous or at least rather poorly known. But with rumors of Taliyah going around that wasn't looking good.

"Plus, there is that rumor of you and Zyra being sweethearts"

"What?"

For a moment Cid could swear he had noticed certain… dislike from Lux about the last rumor.

"Someone said you went to the garden and left unscathed, so everyone took it as a sign that Zyra fancies you… which is silly, after all, you would tell your best friend about it right?"

Cid was in thought for a moment.

"You mean Riven, I wouldn't go as far as saying we are best friends like that, but I mean she is out on Ionia with Yasuo right now and"

His speech was interrupted by Lux hand on his desk.

"I meant me! Aren't you my rival? Doesn't that make us best friends instantly?"

Cid was going to laugh it off, but he saw the determination in her eyes.

"You are serious…"

She let out a sigh. Still, the determination in her eyes shined bright.

"Of course, I'm serious! You are the closest thing I got to a confidant, so I was expecting the same trust…"

Cid chuckled before patting her hand.

"Well… I do trust you, but all those things are rumors, I doubt anyone would even consider me a sweetheart you know? I'm not fond of sweets"

The poor joke did its job making Lux laugh who took a seat on the couch. She stretched herself before letting herself fall into it. Cid could only think she acted like a cat.

"Well… so why did Zyra didn't attack you if you were in the garden?"

He shrugged before answering.

"You tell me, I just met her yesterday, we spoke of plants and she told me to go out with Taliyah after that"

Lux laughed at that.

"Sounds like her. She is not fond of people stepping on her garden, it belonged to the institute, but she pretty much took control over it, so it became her garden… shouldn't you be looking after Taliyah?"

Cid shrugged while looking at some papers on his desk.

"Not really, the kid is not a child, she can take care of herself, plus she is at that stage teenagers want to be told they are grownups, so might as well give her space"

Lux seemed to nod at that. She was thinking if she should apologize for her small attitude a moment ago, but before she could speak Cid broke the small silence.

"Don't sweat it, if it helps, you are my friend so if I ever did fancy someone, you will be second to know about it"

Lux was smiling till the part of second.

"Who would be the first to know?"

Cid chuckled.

"Myself of course"

Lux rolled her eyes, she should have seen that one coming.

"Bet that was faster than light"

Oh, he had done it now

"Don't start a war of light jokes, Cid, you could end up blind under the brilliance"

The two were so engrossed in their war of light related jokes no one noticed the Stoneweaver looking at them with confusion on her face.

CUT! Did you like it? Hope you did! Until the next time!

Chapter 14: Fat hands, weightless sand, and a sandwich.