For as long as I remember, I have been stuck in this form.
My name is Ahri and I am a fox. We foxes are a peaceful race, spending our days prancing around the green meadows and interacting with the humans. Just based on that sentence alone, you could tell that life as a fox was extremely mundane. Based on first glances, you won't be able to tell me apart from the many other foxes that roam the lands of southern Ionia.
However, I know better.
Deep within my heart, there is always this strange.. voice, something calling out to me, telling me that I was meant for more. Did I really belong in this... form? As I explore the lands with my fellow foxes, I always felt... out of place. As if something in me is incomplete...
But then that day came.
It was an ordinary day. I woke up with a strange feeling in my chest and couldn't go back to sleep. It was night time and the stars were up high so I decided to take a walk in the fields of Ionia. As I went closer to the mountains, what was supposed to be a beautiful night view turned into an image of horror.
Fallen soldiers were everywhere, bathing in their own pool of blood. I stumbled across a thorn flag on the ground that had the crest of Ionia on it. Who could have done this...?
As I continued walking deeper into what once was a battlefield, I felt... drawn towards a certain direction.
In the depths of what seemed like eternal darkness, a single field of light remained. In it, was a robed man who I could tell was breathing his last breaths. Cautiously, I approached him, slowly reaching out into the magical field around him. I placed my hand on top of the blue orb that glowed brilliantly in his hands.
And then it happened.
I was surrounded by light, lifted off the ground, as I felt an overwhelming magical presence from the orb enter me. What I saw during this transformation was the life of this man. What I felt.... sadness. Because of the wife he is leaving behind and the child who is waiting for him at home.
I blacked out.
When I woke up, I felt different. I was confused at first but soon noticed that I had... human legs? I stood up and rushed over to the nearby river and what I saw was no longer the reflection of a fox, but that, of a human.
I jumped into the air for joy as I began dancing around the bloody battlefield with my new found body but soon, the footsteps of heavy armor approached. I had to get out of that place immediately if not... they might deny me of this body.
So I fled.
Along with this new form of mine, I found another gift, beauty. I used it to adapt to the human society, conning innocent man of their money before taking away their life essence which was necessary for my survival, the Life Essence orb being my weapon, protecting me.If I was still a fox, I would have felt absolutely nothing, but soon, human emotions replaced that.
I felt guilt. Guilt for the deaths of innocent men. Perhaps, this is the price to pay for this new form?
I had to find a way to stop my actions and soon I found myself at the door steps of the Institute of War, home to some of the most gifted mages on Runeterra. I have heard... terrible stories of this place. Behind the goals of a peaceful future lies the dark secrets that are hidden from the public. Even in Ionia, I heard stories of brave champions from all over the land including Ionia's very own Irelia.
"What you seek, is inside."
"W-who was that!?" I looked around, startled, taking out my orb in preparation for a fight.
A old man came out from behind the trees, his smile a gentle one. He was wearing the same purple the guy who gave me this form died in....
"What you seek is inside."
My ears perked at that sentence. What I seek? Ways to keep this form without having to harm anyone at all? Is that... is that really possible?
"But, there is a price. To help you achieve what you want, you must be a fighter, a slave, a champion.... to the League." He walked passed me and stopped in front of the gates, looking back at me as the grand doors open revealing endless darkness. Just looking at it brought chills to my spine. "Should you wish to stop harming the innocent, join us." With that, he disappeared into the shadows as the doors remain open.
Mixed feelings, that of fear, sadness and many more came to me all at once. However, one emotion dominated them all and affirmed my decision. That of guilt. I stood up straight and followed what I would now call a 'summoner' into the Institute of War.
That's how I, Ahri, became a champion of the League of Legends.
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