The Wanderer and The Boss
Character: Sett x male reader
Universe: League of Legends
Author note: Okay my first video game character. Maybe the first of many? We will see! Have fun with this one!
Weeks had gone by, night and days, storms, and even some falling stars. Following only a feeling, that overcame in a thought - A dream so far away, that it needed to be found. Only a light pathing a way, to this ominous place. Walking over frozen lakes, climbing the highest of mountains - and when the bodily energy went low, asking an earth spirit to carry you.
The only food you really needed was the light itself, didn’t matter if it was the sun or the moon. Both filled your body with everything you needed. Which didn’t mean that you wouldn’t love something else to eat.
As you came further to a city in a land unknown to you, the spirit slowly vanished, fearing someone might see it. Not having a problem with this, because your energy was quite high again, you thanked the spirit and let it go back again. Promising to bring it gifts soon.
Only with your trusted stick, do you walk further, meeting new interesting people, and beings, some of you never thought existed. All of it was a complete shock for you. Being kept in walls, never getting the opportunity to see the world. Caged into a golden prison, just because of your blood.
It took you one more month to see all the failures your own homemade with its land and people. The air in this place was clean, filled with magic, something your home began to lose, but was needed desperately.
People lived in harmony with nature, taking only what they needed, and even when they go a little bit over, they are giving the exact amount back, or sometimes even more.
With the falling down forests of your home, back in your mind, a sudden sadness overcame you. Your people weren’t bad, just not educated in these kinds of things. But after you were born, in the moment of absolute darkness, they hoped for a savior. Not only for the state your home was in, but also as a protector against the Noxian armies, slowly creeping onto your borders.
Getting out of these walls, that had kept you, prisoner, all your life, was the only right thing you could’ve done. Your home would be able to hold the conquerer at bay for a long time. Until you return - at least you are hoping so.
Finally, after living in the lands, with multiple different small towns and traveling tribes, to learn about their way of living, you came to an enormous city. Not as big as the one you grew up it, not even close, but still big for what you have seen so far.
The walls looked old, never maintained, as much as most of the city did. For the first time on your entire journey, you felt out of place. The cloak you were wearing, an ever-white one, a spell upon it, so it would never get dirty, a black suit with gold and silver embroidery, that also included your family crest, underneath it.
Still, no one really batted an eye at you. Not even when you got your hood down, your mesmerizing silver eyes and especially long sharp ears. Your face looked like any other person, mostly humans. Golden earrings, in which were special stones embedded, that could hold your own magical powers.
Your right ear, is full of golden chains, from the top to the earlobe. Where a moon-like pendant hung down. While on the right side, only a sun-like pendant was with many stones embedded in it. All of them glistened on both pendants. Showing off, that you felt uneasy.
The longer you walked through the city, the more people began to look at you strangely. You knew for a fact, that none of them ever saw someone like you. Not many of your kind were still alive, after everything that had happened.
At least until, you were able to hear a crowd cheering, screaming in bloodlust, that not only got your attention but also the attention of everyone else.
Slowly you walked closer to the place. A big man, guarding the door, asking for money to enter. You could understand him, as you were able to do it with everyone, but chose to ignore his words. Just entering the place. As you walked by, you could see his dumbstruck face but didn’t do anything really. Maybe it was your eyes, or the fact, that you easily walked past him.
But you knew that he felt at peace a moment later.
Getting into the place, you realized it was an arena the moment, blood was everywhere.
In an instant, you got ported back in time, to the moment you saw the unthinkable. Playing with your older brothers, father, and mother in the central gardens of your home, before hearing a hiss and blood getting everywhere, followed by your father falling down dead, absolutely motionless. Shortly after, your entire family was gone and you came out after, killing the soldiers that had done that, destroying their souls in the process.
As you come back, you only could see one of the men, a rather large muscular build. Extremely cocky - dead on the floor. His soul slowly crept out of his body.
Holding out your hand, the entire atmosphere in the place changed. Air thicker with magic. The stones in your ears, vibrating with you together, as you whispered for most people, forgotten words. The souls you had just seen, a white little shine in them, represented his good nature - slowly getting back into his body. Healing his injuries in the process.
Seeing this man, punched into a pulp standing up again, completely unharmed was magical. But not the first time you did it.
But the opponent was more than confused, his eyes roaming the stands until they fell on you. As fast as you could, you put your hood back on and walked back to the guy who had let you in.
Coming standing right in front of him, you hold your left hand on his chest, while your right hand came to lay on his left leg. A flood of magic ran through his body, helping him heal. But because he wasn’t a magic user himself, you needed to take it all back.
„Thank you for letting me in, for a moment,“ you whispered slightly. Embarrassed by your voice. „Is the owner of this place a half Vastaya?“
The man nodded strangely. Feeling better, but still confused about what was happening. „Perfect, his mother is alive, right?“ He nods again. „Even better, give him that, his mother will know what to do with it.“ You handed the man a small velvet bag. „And this one is for you, in it is a stone, every day for at least a month, you will take a bit of it, grind it into dust and mix it with honey and terabelt. After that, your sickness should be cured.“
Not long after you left the man standing there in the front of the arena. With two small velvet bags. Your hood deeper into your face, so no one, would see anything, walking off.
Behind you were steps, at least for a moment. As you glanced back, there was the man from the arena, that had looked at you, with an angry questioning look. But before he could see where you went, you jumped into another street. The man was handsome, maybe too much for his own good. Your heart is racing, jumping In excitement.
Which was the moment, that you decided to stay there for a while. How bad could it become?
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