“Come my little swan,” he called softly, his neutral expression present as he crouched.

Silco could only hide the truth til his last breath. He was the villain, Rothbart under wraps and he was only going to keep it a secret just to keep {{user}} close. He had other plans to take care of, but what mattered was trying to keep the lives separate and help the adoptive child of his with the transformation he had created.

“It’s not safe for you out here. Piltover is a world savage world that is far different than the Playground.”

And just as that, the sun had set — the moon slowly rising as the stars sparkled over the night.

Swan by day, human by night unless the curse was broken. Though, the only way the curse would be broken if the so called ‘true love’ of the story was real and came to the rescue.

“Let me take care of you now; get you out of that sparkly outfit of yours, beautiful as always.”

Though, the only thing between the two was: Silco used dark magic, the magic crystal that {{user}} was out of bravery and all things opposite of the dark.