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Kha'Zix's POV:
All around me are familiar faces, some which I recognized, some I didn't. Assuming that these figures are all protected by the institute of war, attacking them outside the fields of justice would mean definite punishment. My archenemy would appear before me occasionally, snarling, but he did not try to kill me in any way. Deciding not to kill any of these figures around me, I allowed myself to fall into the confinement of discipline and rules. Fragments of memories remained, they called to me, telling me to remember, but I couldn't, nothing came to mind. I had no intent to kill, this place provided me with food, I didn't need much more.
The Exile would come over sometimes, trying to tell me about my past, but I couldn't remember anything she explained. Everybody seemed confused about what was happening here. Rengar seemed calm and obedient, the Exile was not surprised, a few others that I did not know, were also quite serene.
I had no complaints, but I also wanted to hunt, my bloodlust was not fulfilled; I must keep conscious of my actions. Although I do not want to admit it, those summoners are way powerful than I am, and if they find a single clue that could lead to my act of crime, I could be dead in a flash.
Most of the time, I would wonder where my companions were, Cho'Gath, Vel'Koz, Kog'Maw, Malzahar, and even Rek'Sai! They didn't seem to be confined by these rules. Some day, I'll see them again, just… not now.
Jason's POV:
Looking into your mind isn't fun, in fact, it's boring as hell. There's just a sea of darkness beneath you, and a sky blank above. There's no such thing as the spiritual world of your mind with high buildings or mountains, there's just the few plains and islands of your mind.
"Yin, Yang, where are you?" I cried, "I needa train!"
"Hmmm… gimme five more minutes…" a certain black haired lady mumbled sleepily, "Go make us breakfast in the meantime…"
"She's right you know… We've been watching the whole of Bleach for the last few days straight, boy the fillers were long…" a silver haired girl added drowsily, "We haven't had food for the last few days, we both need something."
"What's Bleach?" I asked as I hauled the two of them up and carried them, "Aren't you supposed to wash your clothes with that stuff?"
"Take me with you Aizen-sama!" Yin screamed in ecstasy and curled up in my arms.
"Yoruichi-sama, please be gentle with me," Yang murmured in her sleep, "I won't let go of you…"
"I'm not Aizen-sama or Yoruichi-sama, I'm Jason!" I sighed, "Did you two get brainwashed?"
"Oh Lord, show us grace and mercy and give us our bread!" They yelled in Unison, "Anything edible would be acceptable, just give us food!"
I groaned and tossed them like sacks of potatoes onto an island. I walked around to pick up berries and fruits, washed them in a small river and threw them to the freeloaders that lived inside me.
They ate like pure savages. Digging their heads into the fruits, spraying the juice on their faces like blood splattered in a hunting ground. They sucked the fruit's juice like it were some kind of wine, and bit into it like a lion finishing its kill.
"That was probably the best meal of my life!" They both exclaimed in unison.
"Yeah, probably the most barbaric as well." I replied.
"Can't go to train with an empty stomach."
"Can't go to a dining hall with no table manners."
Awaking, I found myself staring at the white ceiling of the dojo. It was time to get going. Walking myself to the exit of the shelter, I summoned Yin and Yang. They still looked tired, but not as much as before.
Practice was paying off, I was getting used to my animalistic bloodlust and instincts, while also able to control my energy blasts. I started to be able to use the: "Death's embrace", which required my magic and power to execute properly. My weapon- my short blade, would melt into me, and become one with me. My power, ebbing and flowing like the tide, strong like a storm, yet peaceful like a lake. But, that was not the limitations to my power.
"A new day, a new start." I called out in my mind, "Wake up you two!"
"Another five minutes…" They both groaned whether conscious or in their sleep.
"Well then, if you're sleeping, you probably won't mind this won't you?" I asked as I touched my nose against Yin's, preparing for a kiss.
Immediately, Yin was awake and backed away from me slowly. She scrambled to Yang's side, whispering what I was about to do, which I could surprisingly hear from quite a few metres away, and managed to wake her as well.
"You freak." They said curtly in unison, "Why would you try to do something like that to us?"
"It was an alternative I could've used to wake you two up, besides, you two will probably stay virgins anyway. Why are you concerned?"
"Wow, you didn't need to be so direct about it, it hurts you know?" They snapped in unison.
I dismissed their words and asked out of the blue, "If we were to take them on head on, will we win."
"Well if you're not going for any suicidal moves… then no." Yin answered thoughtfully.
"What do you mean suicidal moves?" I demanded curiously.
"You, as a summoner, have an ultimate move." Yin responded, "It's a seal, but the price is… your life."
"I don't care if I lose my life, we need to win, or else… everyone who died, will have died worthlessly."
"Well, have you made up your resolve?" Yang questioned.
"Yeah."
"Training commences tomorrow, be prepared. Take rest for today."
"Alright. I will."
Whitney's POV:
Jason was on the couch in the dojo. Should I prank him? To prank or not to prank, that was the question. I decided, to do it. Sluggishly, I sneaked to the couch preparing for a sneak attack. That was when I noticed his breathing, I've heard it before in the metal box, but this time, it was more strong and steady. His chest rose and fell, his almost silent snores escaping every breath, I was so concentrated on the movement of every part of his breathing, I didn't notice his eyes open and rolling towards me.
Frozen, frozen like a glacier, my body stopped moving. Stationary in one spot, I desperately forced my body to move, but in one mere second, his arms were wrapped around mine.
"Whitney," he started, "I'm going back to my room to sleep, don't try to find me, I'll be at the cafeteria before dinner."
"O-okay." I uttered, startled.
With that, he dashed straight out of the door, without a sound, without leaving a trace behind.
Sona's POV:
I've figured out roughly what was happening from the girl called Whitney Wong. Apparently, a few of my bandmates and some other Shadow Isles spirits have come to this world and claimed it by force. The Voidborne have come to hunt as well. She told us about how we lost our memories, some precious ones with the other boy by the name of Jason. If my guess is correct, the institute of war might be able to help us revive our memories.
I searched, and found my teleportation crystal. The process was easy and short, but the nausea it brought, was unbearable. My body started to float in the air, and the next thing I knew, I was back at the institute.
The institute seemed quite old, but summoners were still around having tea and enjoying their slow lives.
"Lady Buvelle, you have returned I see." a familiar voice said cheerfully.
I spun around to see Journalist Bob Nashahago. The middle aged man walked with a cigar in his hand, pen in the other. Fumes of smoke puffed from his mouth as he spoke, his jolly aura seemed to illuminate everyone.
Briefly explaining what had happened in my absence, I explained to him what had happened in the other world.
"I see," he said in a grim fashion, "we have sworn to protect Runeterra from wars, from those damned spirits. We must not allow them to grow any stronger, to overpower us."
I nodded in agreement, through telepathy I added, "The only hope we have of regaining power, would be for every one of us to unite, and kill them."
"Very well Lady Buvelle, I will announce it in the news and gather every summoner to fight against them. In the meantime, rest here, we will provide you with everything you need."
I grinned, out of satisfaction and excitement. The institute was always a warm place to stay in. I rushed to my old room, everything was the same, almost like it never changed. There was dust everywhere, on the bed, the floor, even on my desk. The only thing that wasn't dusty, was my album. Opening it, I met, once again, pictures of my old self. When I was a child in the orphanage, lots of pictures when I was practicing my etwahl, some with Lestara- my adoptive mother. Flicking through the thick pages of the album, I found a letter. Inside, it read:
Dear Sona,
Although you may think my plan for tomorrow is reckless, it must be done. I cannot stand seeing my loved ones dying in front of my eyes. Those from the Isles are far beyond my reach. When you read this letter, I ask of you two things: do not come and find me, and remember the boy, younger than you by a tad bit, who used to beg for your love- the lunatic who fell for your acts and beauty. If, in the cold eternity you suffer from, spare a moment to take care of the others like a mother, I would have no regrets.
My story ends here Sona, your story will never end. If I shall die, do not weep, live on and tell the tale of a fool who died trying to save his motherland. If you shall ever forget me, read this letter, and maybe, the image of a maniac will float. I have given every one of you a letter, in hope that you will never forget me.
Yours sincerely, Jason Lam
Tears flowed like creeks down my dry cheeks, as the pieces of my memories started coming together like a videotape. Piece by piece, I saw the grand shelter I once had lived in, friends that would call me family, and the boy I felt affection for.
Jason's POV:
Night was about to arrive. My stomach howling in pain. I got up and started walking towards the aroma of food. The smell wafted in the air in response, my stomach growled like a wolf seeing its prey.
Whitney ran up to me as I dragged my feet to the dining hall, her cheeks, red as the sweet cherry, held my hand, almost like a child, afraid of letting go of her parent. I wondered why she was doing this all of a sudden.
Everyone was in the dining hall by the time we arrived. Sona came up to me, presenting me with a letter, I read through it, and understood what she was trying to tell me: there was still hope in regaining everyone's memory. Sona smiled as realization dawned me, she instructed, mightily, like a queen- with her telepathic voice, to tell everyone I met back at the shelter to find their own letters.
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