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[league-of-blorbos]

Sneak peak of something I'm in the middle of writing for Rhaayn under the cut, it'll be more serious than my other fics and it starts with this flashback(-ish) that I tried to inject a lot of symbolic meaning into:

Within the carnage left at the Epool River, a battered and bruised child laid in the blood-soaked earth amongst countless corpses. The bodies around him ranged from fellow Noxian kids who were slaughtered just as their commanders intended, to Ionian farmers, hunters, even vastaya, who were more than twice the size of the young soldiers. The child wondered if he was the only one left alive after the battle. He wondered if he even was alive at all. 

After laying still for what felt like an eternity, too exhausted and scared to move a muscle, the child heard footsteps approach him. He mustered what little strength he had to lift his head up and open his eyes. The sun was a harsh, blinding presence, blocked partially by a shadowy figure looming over him. All he could make out of this figure was metallic armor reflecting the sun’s radiance and piercing red eyes that held an unreadable emotion behind them. 

The child tried his damndest to lift the broken sickle in his grasp at the figure, refusing to die after already defying the odds of death days before. Hot tears streamed down his face as he clumsily swung the curved blade at the figure. But it was ready and caught the weapon in its hand, gently setting it down between them, and the figure then lifted its other hand out towards the child. Not knowing what else to do, the child raised his own shaky hand and set it in the palm of the figure’s. As the shadowy figure continued to stare down upon him, it spoke in a gravelly voice that the child somehow recognized was familiar.

“Kayn.”

The figure before the child appeared to morph before his eyes, growing larger as its shoulders sharpened and wide, curved horns grew from its head. The world around them faded into darkness even as the shining sun burned away at the shadows obscuring the figure, revealing rows of metallic fangs on its face and sharp claws wrapped around the small hand in its palm. 

But despite the monster before him, the child didn’t feel scared anymore. He held its hand tighter, and the monster spoke once again.

“Kayn.”

“KAYN!”