I'm back with another fanfiction to satisfy you once more. :D This time it's a pairing I honestly shipped for like forever. 3 Enjoy this 1st chapter~! Reviews are always appreciated! Thanks for reading too! -HB
Sona: So we're officially finished?
Hipster: Yeah.
Ahri: Hmph. That means that we can... *Winks and gives a sly smile*
Sona: Don't write about this, Hipster~!
Hipster: Uhh... Yeah...
Ziggs: What about my shopping spree?!
Rumble: As long as we're stopped here, we can do anything... *Caresses Ziggs*
Ziggs: Ah! N-No! W-Wait, Hipster! Stop this right here!
Hipster: Let's just take them all away and focus on this.
Enjoy~!
Chapter 1
The island state of Ionia has indeed fascinated many, but there would be another unique property to this particular place in Runeterra. Now begins a tale of-
"Wait! Stop! That's not how I want this to begin!" A female voice cackled its way through a megaphone.
Then what do you want me to do? (HipsterBubble at this point is absolutely flabbergasted and befuddled.)
"Let's take it my way." The voice stated, with a hint of amusement tinged to it. The scene you just read about shifts entirely to a definitely peaceful and green meadow with flowers dotted here and there. Welcome to this life. (Female voice talking from here on.)
Indeed it is boring up here above the island of Ionia, a certain prison now serves as another's palace. The Celestial Fortress has been the residence of a certain Ionian villain that has been brooding over her thoughts for who knows how long. Now let me tell you a story, because it's worth it here.
A long time ago, there was once a child with long silvery hair who could use magic. She was special among Ionians, special as in how they disregarded her and despised her. She would be stoned wherever she went, barely managing to survive and using her feeble magic to protect herself even a little. Well, that didn't stop her from being fragile and weak. She grew stronger by day, and managed to grow in her magical capabilities. She would throw around the people that threw stones at her and bash them into others, creating more havoc and pain wherever she went. Of course, the flimsy Ionian Elders had to "contain" her. She was imprisoned in a lovely castle far away from where the people lived in Ionia. She didn't like being stranded from the people she could kill. Wow. What a psychopath. I know right. So anyways, her life was pretty boring, especially with a senile old man who would teach her the ways of the just. Justice his butt. She grew tired of this life and wanted to grow in her ways of destruction. She promptly killed him off with her powers, but right before he died, he cursed her. Cursed her in the weirdest way possible. He cursed her to be stopped by one she loved truly, and until then, her powers would never grow, ever again. She disregarded the curse and made her prison her palace, disposed of the corpse and made sure to bring chaos in Ionia. Her power didn't decrease or increase in its extent from then on though, that made her wonder whether the curse was indeed real or not. She didn't care still, which was just stupid of herself. And so that was the story of the Dark Sovereign, Syndra. Maybe a little changed, but hey. This is the story of what happens after that.
The Celestial Fortress was definitely one of a kind type of a place in Ionia, but it never did satisfy Syndra's taste, it lacked something… She thought no more of this, and sat rather glumly on her throne. The Celestial Fortress was once a glorious place that radiated a certain aura to it, peace and perfection. It was furnished white and golden, the interiors garishly done, with ornate furniture and cleanly done walls and floors. When Syndra took over with her powers, The palace turned shades darker, with destroyed roofs and a feeling of destruction filled the air. The throne was once shining gold, but it became black right after the old man's death. Syndra trudged through the fortress and to the outdoors, to the plains of her island. She summoned one of her spheres and plucked off a glass of water from it. When she wasn't summoned by the Summoners for a game, she would use these spheres for utility and more sophisticated measures. This was one of those.
"What a wonderful day…. It's so boring up here… Any good idea for this day, my little dark orb?" Syndra often talked to her little minions, and obviously there were no replies. She exercised her powers every day, from moving the island freely to obtaining perfect balance. She excelled in all these. Walking up and down the path she always took, she looked down into the distance of Ionia. Lots of things had changed, but nothing interesting happened after all in this particularly boring place. She flopped on the soft grass, close to the edge of the island and looked into the blue skies. She sighed a little and soon fell asleep.
In the forests of Ionia, somewhere below the Celestial Palace, an armored and masked man trudged his way to the existing Shadow Guild that replaced Shen's. This man was Zed, unmistakably known for his mask and his group of followers that took over this particular part of Ionia. He was labeled villain, which he didn't mind, but he longed to reconcile with Shen. Some part of him really wanted to do that, while the other said that he needed revenge. Zed was peacefully taking a walk to take a breather from his bunch of people. A glass suddenly dropped from the sky and hit him on the head. It hit him hard. Zed groaned in pain, lying on the ground from the sheer force of how the glass just hit him. He looked up, rubbing his head. There was a huge island floating in the sky. He didn't know such a place existed in Ionia. He thought of this as a challenge and decided to climb his way up the island. How he was supposed to, he didn't know, but he was Zed, he was a Master of Shadows and he wouldn't back off from a challenge easy as this.
