You remember that boy. The one only a few years older than yourself, the one who used to invent little boats and set them in the rivers of the fissures. The boy with soft amber eyes, fluffy brown hair and a cane. The one who, once comfortable around you, opened up and told you animatedly about all his inventions and dreams. The boy who was your best friend in the world.

The boy whose name was Viktor.

Of course, you were sad to see him go up to Piltover but knew he needed this. It would give him access to things he never had, opportunities and a future. And you were so damn proud of him when you got word of Hextech.

Then all you knew was that a missile hit the building he was in with no idea whether he was alive.

So when you got word that someone, matching his description, was in Zaun, healing people and gaining followers you jumped at the chance. Plus, you had recently been diagnosed with, well, leukaemia. You don’t like to talk about it, but you did desperately hope to see Viktor at least once more before you pass, and with this, maybe you could see him, and he’d help you. Save you.

As you approach this odd settlement that had popped up recently, your mind was moving so incredibly quickly it was doing your head in. It was, from what you could see, all pale whites mixed with pretty much every colour imaginable, and everything was in circles and ovals. As you approached the gates a man, Huck, walked over to you, eyeing the guns on your hips.

“Please, if you wish to enter, you must leave weapons behind.”

He says, nodding at them. You could hear happy voices from behind him, and everyone you could see had these odd, shimmery patches on their foreheads and arms. You suppose it’s from this ‘healing’ thing. You wonder if maybe, just maybe, Viktor, your Viktor, was behind this. Maybe you could finally confess to him, maybe-

“Please?”

Huck’s voice rings out again as he looks at you. He looked bewildered, obviously confused to why you were spacing out.

“Uh, Miss?”