I saw the Main Gates of Demacia in front of me, the city in which I grew up with my brother.
The sun was shining onto the white walls that inconceivably built up to the sky.
I was exhausted, raised my hand to protect my eyes from the sun to see better.
My right leg hurt, and my left arm was at least sprained if not broken. A cut adorned my cheek and everytime I scrinched my face the cut would crack open and blood would pour out.
Wind came across the Conquerorâs Sea carrying fresh, salty air to the fields, pulled softly on my clothes and hair.
A fresh breeze from the sea was soothing my wounds, and for a moment I imagined I could feel them slowly healing. Of course they weren't, but the relief was an incredibly good feeling.
After a short break on the wide fields which bordered Demacia as far as the eye can see, I got back to my feet and continued to walk slowly (but steadily) towards my home.
I did not trip, I did not limp, I did not moan from the pain that shot through my body even though every step was like another bone fracture.
No one should ever see that I was hurt and bruised, no one should see that I was suffering.
No one must see a champion from League of Legends being weak.
Sometimes I wished I could live in the wilds just like other champions. They could just disappear after a fight and did not have to hide themselves and their pain.
I'm always forgetting those thoughts immediatly, or more; I banish them. I belonged to Demacia and I had no right to complain, Demacia was wonderful.
The noise of the city came closer, I was almost there. Soon, soon I was going to be home.
"OPEN THE GATES, GET GOING! OPEN THE GATES! NOW OPEN THEM ALREADY!"
That was Garen, my brother.
He was always waiting, all day long until I finally returned home again. Mostly he was not sleeping, if there were no servants who did not bring him food, he would forget. Â He was aware that it delighted me but at the same time it bothered me now. His loud voice attracted the common folk.
Crowds flocked to the Gates. I was not sure about being able to walk straight and proudly through the glistening sun and through those growing crowds.
Everyone wanted to see me, my wounds, every drop of blood. They wanted to see my stained armor, they starred into my face to see every sign of weakness. But they would not, I was willing to hide it.
I stepped through the Gates, my brother was right in the middle of it. A few feet behind him there were pushing humans, guards holding them back. Garen just needed a quick glimpse at my face and he immediatley realized how weak I truly was.
"Lux," he said, almost breathless. There was relief in his voice as well, but also concern.
"Wait," I uttered, cradled him, and he wrapped his arms so closely around me that I almost started sobbing. Without Garen I had not been able to make it to the Gates.
He gave me the last strength, but now I was too exhausted. He was holding me, if he did let go, I would not be able to stand on my legs.
He lifted me a few centimeter off the ground while hugging me and all the pressure on my injured legs subsided. This sudden relief off my pain was so mighty that I had to gasp and blink to hide my tears.Â
"Please,"I was almost begging, also I would never have to beg Garen for something, but I was helpless and powerless and even now I was scared of showing weakness where it was so obvious that I was in pain.
The common folk needed their show.
Easily Garen lifted me up, and seated myself on his shoulders. "Are you ready, Lux?", he asked.Â
Now he turned slowly, the crowd was restless, the noise got louder, and my lips formed a bright smile even though I was screaming in pain internally.Â
The wound on my face was burning, the sun seemed to cut it even deeper, my blood ran slowly down my cheeks. I did not wipe it off, I let it drop.
Garen pushed himself slowly through the crowd, I waved at those greedy faces, smiled at them.
I held up my staff. They were cheering.Â
The faces blurred and the noise was just a little sound in the back of my head after a few moments. I've learned to ignore it to survive those moments.
Garen brought me to my palace which he had built for me when I started studying light.
Columnar bordered it, white marble columnar on which entwined blue flowers.
The roof was built out of blue crystals. It was assembled from thousands of small parts so that the light split into many streams and the palace was enlightened in every corner.
Sometimes it looked as if the light was dancing, it seemed so alive.
Water cold as ice was flowing through the walls, so that it was never too warm in this palace. On some parts there were little decorations allowing the water to pour out into the pond that was a little circle in the hall of the palace.Â
The water was sparkling when hit by those many streams of light.
A pedestal graced in the middle of the hall to which I approached painfully. I lifted my injured leg slowly and dropped it softly onto the pedestal, then I tried to drag myself up the stair. A tear rolled down my cheek, nevertheless I did not sob. No one may hear me in pain, otherwise they would enter the palace and try to help me.Â
I was fortunate to be in this palace, in my palace. Alone.
The salty tear ran down my sore, it hurt so badly that I scrinched my face which made it even worse. I pursed my lips, took a deep breath and went as fast as my legs allowed towards the blue cushion that was laid out in state.Â
There, I deposited my staff and a column of light was formed immediatley surrounding it.
My staff attracted light as if it was some sort of magnetic effect, which resulted in a room that was darker than before even though still bright enough.Â
Slowly I sank down, leaned against the cool stone that built the pedestal and closed my eyes. Again I took a deep breath.
I was home. I was alive. I was victorious.
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