ReflectionIt was strange. Very strange.More Like This
I knew that a mental reflection on a Summoner has only happened once before with the blind monk, but I never expected myself to be put to the test.
Only champions have ever been reflected on, to preserve the ideals of the League. But a Summoner?
I wondered what they wanted.
They couldn’t have found out that… No, of course not, I told myself. Don’t dwell on it.
And yet I did. I had to. My mind, almost on it’s own, brought up visions.
Visions of my past. Visions of me in the library. Reading.
What was I reading? I wondered. Though by that point I already knew the answer.
The book. On the history of the Void.
It was no surprise that when I entered the League, I was entranced by the Void. And the champions that came with it.
Kill. Consume. Adapt.
Keep coming. Not full.
Your souls will feed the Void.
The Voidreaver. The Mouth of the Abyss. The Terror of the Void. Their voices filled my mind.
And then, t
I love you FukuroI shall never bleed within your sight,More Like This
Unless the reasons seem right.
For I have turned over a new leaf,
As I am no longer stricken with grief.
Before you came along,
I was as delicate as a dove,
Without your divine love.
You saved me from my own dark depths,
And calmed my struggled breaths.
I am very thankful,
To receive your beauty and kindness,
For now I am more cheerful.
I wish to spoil you;
To hear your adorable coo.
I want to hear your laugh,
And be your other half.
I give to you my very soul,
For you have filled it's hole.
I love you,
My little Fukuro.