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The morning rays of sunshine enter the explorer's room, waking him up. Ezreal moans and rolls in his bed, closing his eyes hoping to achieve more sleep. His alarm clock rings as well.
"Ugh not yet" Ezreal says out as he buries his face in his soft, warm pillow
Ezreal extends his arm, trying to turn off the alarm clock, but he instead knocks it over.
"Dammit" Ezreal curses under his breath and he tries to get out of his bed
Ezreal reaches down and picks up his alarm clock, turns it off and places it back on his bedside table. Ezreal then crouches down and picks up his goggles, wiping the dust away from the lenses. He sighs knowing that he has a game he must attend to today.
Once Ezreal is ready to go outside he looks in mirror, staring back at him is a young boy with messy blond hair and blue eyes. A knock on the door disturbs Ezreal.
"Hello?" Ezreal says as he opens his door.
Standing in front of him is Otis, with a calm expression on his face.
"Your game is scheduled to start in five minutes, you best be there Ezreal"
"Okay" Ezreal says as he closes his door and runs out towards the arena.
"Oh by the way, you should be more careful when talking to Sona via telepathy" Otis calls out from behind him.
Ezreal suddenly stops, he has a panicked expression his face
"How does he know?" Ezreal thinks to himself. "Did I give myself away at the Colosseum?"
Disturbing Ezreal's thoughts Otis places his hand on the explorer's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll keep it hush" Otis whispers and winks "Now go on, you don't want to keep the summoners waiting"
Ezreal rushes away from Otis.
"I need to focus on this game, I will worry about Otis later" Ezreal thinks
Ezreal eventually arrives at the summoning chamber with seconds to spare. Standing on the purple platform he surveys the team. His team consists of Miss Fortune, Soraka, Volibear and Shaco.
"Why are there two carries on our team?" Ezreal queries
"It doesn't matter as I can cut up the other team." Shaco exclaims before laughing.
"Well hun, it looks like you are going to go in the middle lane this game" Says Miss Fortune
Before Ezreal could say anything blue light surrounds the five champions.
The five champions reappear at Summoner's Rift. Ezreal buys; boots, two health pots and one mana pot before running to his position.
Across the arena, Ezreal notices an orange flickering light in the fog, he readies his gauntlet as the light moves closer. The light's source is the flames that cover Brand's torso.
"I am going to turn you into ash" Shouts Brand as he lights two fierce flames in the palms of his hands.
Ezreal grits his teeth and looks behind him, expecting to see Sona, but instead, the explorer only sees the bland landscape of the arena.
"Guess I am by myself then" He huffs under his breath.
While killing the minions Ezreal keeps a close eye on Brand, watching his movements. Brand also keeps a close eye on Ezreal too, knowing how agile he is, Ezreal could strike at any moment using his arcane shift. Both Brand and Ezreal had killed the same amount of minions and are both at level ten.
"If I am going to beat brand I need to take him down now, before he gets any stronger." Ezreal thinks.
Ezreal moves closer to Brand, allowing himself to be hit by Brand's pillar of flame, once he is hit Ezreal immediately arcane shifts to Brand's side, Ezreal then fires his trueshot barrage, by the time Brand realises what was happening, Ezreal's trueshot barrage sails through his arm, severing it. Molten lava pours out of his wound while Brand roars in pain. Ezreal fires his mystic shots and essence fluxes, resulting in the death of Ezreal's opponent.
"He now knows how much damage my barrage does when strengthen my ability power, the same trick won't work again" Ezreal thinks to himself as he kills more minions
By fifty minutes the game is still even, with only three towers destroyed on both teams. Ezreal runs down the river stream to help Miss Fortune and Soraka, the originally stagnant water splashing loudly as Ezreal takes each step. He continues to run until he bumps into someone, Ezreal doubles over and lands in the water. He rolls over and lifts up his gauntlet.
His expression changes when he sees the Maven of The Strings, staring back at him. Ezreal and Sona stare blankly at each other, not knowing what to do or how to react. Several agonizingly long seconds pass between the two champions, before Ezreal runs off towards the bottom lane, away from Sona.
The purple team experience a swift defeat, as Cho'gath and Brand destroy the purple gem.
As Ezreal walks down the hallway Otis confronts him.
"I saw the stunt you pulled when you saw Sona in the river young man, it wasn't just me who saw it either, some of the higher ups were not very happy."
"Yeah… Uh sorry" Ezreal replies
"Now I know that you love her and all, but you can't let this get in the way of your games"
"I just didn't want to hurt her that's all." Ezreal sternly replies with a hint of red in his cheeks.
"Sure sure" Otis chuckles, "Just don't let it happen again, or there will be problems"
Otis turns and begins to walk off, down the hallway.
"Hey, wait!" Ezreal calls out.
Otis stops walking and turns to face Ezreal
"How did you know about me talking with Sona using telepathy?" Ezreal whispers to Otis
"Well, I have my ways" Otis whispers back before walking off
"Take care Ezreal!" Otis exclaims as he walks away.
Ezreal walks up the chiselled stairs of the institute, towards the roof. He spots Sona, sitting down, looking out towards the vast horizon that stretches in front of her.
"I thought I would find you here" says Ezreal as he sits down next to her.
"Ezreal" Sona says with a smile.
The two champions sit together in silence, both in their own thoughts.
"About that game Sona" Ezreal says before Sona interrupts him
"You shouldn't worry about that Ezreal, nothing is permanent in the arena, something like this must happen eventually."
"I just didn't want to hurt you..." Ezreal murmurs
Sona wraps her arms around Ezreal and holds him close.
"Next time, you needn't worry about hurting me"
Ezreal yawns while still in Sona's arms. Sona's warmth blankets him from the cool night breeze. Sona rests her head on Ezreal, feeling his warmth as well.
Otis sits down on one of the many expensive soft couches with one of his fellow summoners.
"Hello gents" Otis says with a smile.
Some of the summoners say hello whilst some just nod their heads.
"Hey Otis" One of the summoners ask "Why do you hang around Ezreal so much?"
"Well, I am looking for a certain item, but sadly it has been lost for many centuries." Otis says while swirling his blood red wine around inside his glass. "Now, if you were to have someone obtain this item for you, who would it be?"
"Ezreal?"
"Exactly, the prodigal explorer"