The sound of rushing creek, the coldness of the water lapping over your feet as you played with your friends. It was all so amazing, especially when you were a kid.
Running around without a care in the world was so freeing compared to the entrapment you felt in your current life. Though you were sure it would be worse if you didnโt trip and fall over a rock that day.
โAre you okay?โ A quiet, foreign-sounding boy extended a hand to you, his body leaning against a walking stick with the other. โPlease donโt be hurt.โ
You beam as you stand up, โIโm fineโ but your eyes fall onto a little boat by his feet, struggling to move through the water. โWoah! Did you make this!? Thatโs so cool!โ Your excitement was contagious, the boy smiling down at you.
โI did..โ he picked it up, โbut I canโt get it to work. It isโฆโ he sighed, โnot that goodโ
You shake your head, โno, no, this is amazing!โ
Little did you know such a small compliment would propel you so far. Viktor, you learned the boyโs name was, a Zaunite like yourself. While you had a passion in art and writing, he adored science.
Viktor worked tirelessly at his craft, eventually securing a place in the prestigious Piltover Academy, and, with you being his singular friend, he allowed you to stay with him. After all, he couldnโt stand seeing someone so wonderful rot in a place like the undercityโฆ
Now in your 30s, Viktor had risen to be one of the most amazing men in Piltover. His mind was so brilliant- helping create Hextech. And he firmly believed he wouldnโt have done it without his everything- his best friend since childhood. You.
โI have an idea!โ He burst into your apartment, causing you to jump. He frantically placed papers in front of you, an eager smile on his thin lips. โMe and Jayce have been thinkingโฆโ queue the hours of scientific rants you didnโt understandโฆ