The Boy Savior
A solitary tale he thought he alone would live.
It's over, he thought to himself sat on the perch overlooking the disheveled Piltover. The towers and homes of the topside he never cared much for he now looks at disgruntled, questioning all the infightings worth to come to this? A war held for what? Power? Knowledge? Unity? What does it matter and where do we go from here he rears through his over strained mind. Alone he sits. Looking and wondering. Jayce is gone, he watched him vanish, so did his beloved furry professor. Who could he speak to about what happened, what he's found and discovered. The lone arcane survivor.
"Ekko"… The name said from a familiar soft voice, he doesn't dare turn. "Ekko" this time said with more strain demanding a response. His face shrivels up, teeth gritted, he places his hand down to stabilize himself to turn. There she stands, barely. Blood dripping down from too many places to count. "Ekko what happened" she pleads to him. Desperately he runs stumbling over himself lunging to catch her, as the last gasp of her question leaves her unconscious body. Stunned he sits. Breath heavy, heart beating he looks over her face. The mop of hair that was once like an ocean is now chopped and prickled like blades of grass. Her once porcelain white skin is now covered in lesions and bruises. Her eyes that were stained with tears are now strangely softer confirming his fear. He doesn't understand how she got here but he knows he's got to move.
Running through the streets of what was the undercity, is it still the undercity? The destruction is too fresh to start questioning alliances, just familiar slums that must be navigated. Huffing he makes his way through the pipework and peers with heavy breaths to his home. The tree that provided so much safety and life now sits desolate and alone, simply abandoned over the fear of annihilation. It's amazing how empty a place of life can be, he thought. "Mhph" a strained groan muttered from the blue haired girl on his shoulder, he knew he mustn't dwell.
The Girl Lost in Time
Light breaks over closed groggy tired eyes, they blink open to look at the surroundings. Wood plank walls hold together a room with a small window, a few rough paintings scattered, a work table with messed up blueprints and the weird conglomerate of fabric she is laying on that is a makeshift bed. She sits up taking in this new environment, allowing herself to inhale. A small cough escapes her lips, she doesn't remember the air feeling this thick but also where is she? Where is the boy she came for?
She throws her legs over the bed and realizes how banged up she is. She reaches for her head and acknowledges the lack of weight. She stands fumbling looking for something reflective. She knows who she is right, of course she does. Right there she sees herself, the light from the window glass is enough to catch a glimpse of her face. She pauses taking in a sharp inhale. "What happened?" she muttered.
Just then the door creaks open and there they stand, face to face it hasn't been that long. The only two people in this world left with maybe a semblance of understanding of what actually happened. " Powder?" he half wanting to disbelieve the letters falling off his tongue, she looks back at him, her eyes showing a twinge of her old blue glimmering through the shimmering pink softening at him calling her name.
"I followed, I followed what you and the fur ball left with me. The whole parallel space thing didn't seem so hard once we already had it set up" She hap haphazardly sputtered. "I just wanted to thank you". Tears leave the boy's savior's eyes as he runs to grasp her. She doesn't understand what took place here but knows that it was catastrophic. She holds him back reaching to grab his jacket, to discover another piece of her missing. She pulls back from his embrace looking at her hands, a hand thats missing a digit. "What happened?" she yells this time. How many times has she asked that to herself he wondered, reaching to grab her hands. Looking into her panicked expression he sighs and prepares to calmly explain.
"Look Powder, this isn't anything like the Zaun you came from, you shouldn't have come" Tears welling up in her eyes she grapples with this shabby dystopian reality around her, on her, in this version of her. She looks at him, beginning to panic. Looking into his face that has seen wear, looking at his scars and face paint. The boy her age who seems older here but she knows he's not. " what happened to me to us" she pleads. Ekko didn't even begin to know what to say, looking deeply into her eyes he whispered " Well, first things first in this timeline, you're Jinx"