31 Acceptance Of A Cripple

Ashe clashed the dagger made out of ice with the blows of 𝙞𝙩, yet she was too slow to comprehend 𝙞𝙩's moves. She felt like she was constantly backed into a corner, forced to do mindless blocking that caused nothing but damage to herself.

HOW DARE 𝙞𝙩?

she had just gotten the power to protect the tribe and to make her mother proud.

But yet she can't even have this chance to be happy? to show her power to the tribe? to show who 𝙞 am?

this is my story, not nobody else's!

A groan resided around the battlefield as Ashe managed to block the blow of 𝙞𝙩.

Ashe's expression was tranquil, but her eyes showed a red spark.

Tapping her foot against the ground, an ice pillar arose and flashed through the air, trying to pierce 𝙞𝙩.

Ashe saw the figure of 𝙞𝙩 disappear before she rapidly turned around.

𝙞𝙩 wasn't there?

Hearing a nose above, Ashe swiped her hands, causing a shield of ice to block 𝙞𝙩's attacks.

breathing in, Ashe caused the shield to disintegrate, before sending multiple crystal shard's towards the location of the thunk, only to be met with air.

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"Have you ever heard of the Noxian folktale , Grena?" Yvonne's previous agressiveness had been replaced with a grandmotherly smile that radiated warmth.

"Entertain me , Yvonne." Grena responded , looking down to the constant struggle of Ashe with a large frown , her eyes showing some sort of warmth mixed with fear and a hint of cautioness.

"There was once a farmer , who had a bad harvest. He was hung drawn and quatered , was blamed for the bad harvest , and was left out to bleed and fed to the crows."

Grena tapped on the table with a sense of impatienteness. "I fail to see the message."

Yvonne only seemed to shake her head , before looking down to former shell of Ajel. "Some said he was overcome with hatred to the point he became a..... half-demon. A impure one. Do you know what this form was called?"

"..." Grena eyes widened , as she looked at Yvonne. "Kill him."

"Give him a chance." Yvonne said. "The boy showed that strange magic , and he could be useful. He was a respectful young lad."

Yvonne said these words , but even she was doubtful.

He was on the road to becoming something much darker than this words needs to have.

Something that the world could never truly get rid off , something that sticks into it like a thorn to beauitful rose.

A... Azakana.

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Ajel walked through a empty space , a box that he felt trapped in.

At his feet was water that rippled everytime he walked

He felt like he was going to suffocate in the box , and he felt like he need to rapidly escape from this prison.

And then something flickered.

A image... no a scene.

Of something that he felt like he was doing.... and yet he was here , in this prison.

A scene of him , rapidly shifting inbetween the reality , and here.

It felt like he was in the perspective of both...

both...

A scream filled the box , as Ajel felt the emotions that he was experiencing.

IT BURNS!

Ajel grasped his head as he rapidly screamed.

It felt like his skin was burning , blessed with brimstone flamed that charred him to the bones.

Going into a position of a cradle , Ajel continued to scream as he felt like the air around his neck was starting to get cut off.

Choking on the air around him , Ajel grasped his neck in heart-wrenching agony as he fell to the ground .

He wanted to cry , he wanted to scream , he wanted to...

give in.

Reflections of his sister was shown when he looked down.

The same playfullness of his sister , but the smile..

the smile was replaced with a wicked smile , one that temporarly stopped even Ajel choking.

"Elana..." The words splurged through the mouth of Ajel as he looked down to the reflection of his sister.

No , his sister was dead.

He felt like the grasp of his throat lessened with the resounding of these words in his head.

"You killed me , Ajel." The sweetness of her tone , the smile that could cause flowers to bloom.

All of it burned Ajel everytime he heard it , as tears slowly started to form at his eyes.

All of them fall down to the water below , causing the reflection of Elana to create a ripple , causing them to distort before they came back.

"Brother Ajel , do you remember the words that Elder Zakan said to us when we were younger , and naive?" The grip around Ajel's throat become stronger , as he choaked and splurged.

He felt like his lips were becoming blue , as he coughed a hefty amount of blood which blended with the murkey water.

"The tyrant of the Noxians , Sahn-Uzal. His fatal flaw..... his "harmatia." was his arrogance."

The reflection of his sister almost came alive , moving through the murky water before appearing infront of his eyes , as Ajel could do nothing but watch his sister tell him words. The suffocation had made his ear's ring ; but his sister's words flew through to his

ears like it was being whispered directly into them.

Ajel looked to his sister, before he shakly wiped his damp eyes and looked towards his sister.

The courage in his head scaled with the suffocation around his neck as he shakly said.

"You....are...not...my...sister."

Childish laughter resounded through the box , causing Ajel to suffocate once again.

"It is me , silly." Elana said. "Your hamartia , is that..... your hubris and lack of self control is what led to the death of me."

Ajel moved from his front to his back , before he looked up to the sky of the box , which was a void black with nothing to be seen.

"Me....and....Elana.... used...to....watch...the.....night....sky....together." A rapsy voice called out , causing Elana's smile to be broken.

"But brother." The reflection said. "I am Elana."

Ajel only let out a laugh. "We....used...to reach... to the..... stars. And yet.... no matter.... how we.... tried.... we could never grasp them." Ajel's confidence in his words rose , as his sentences started to gain more and more traction , as the suffocation started to stop clamping down on his neck.

Another round of the raspy laugh resounded , as used his arm and forced his body up.

"I learned from then that some things will be out of my control , no matter how high up i will go." Ajel's eyes sharpened , as his eyes scanned around Elana.

"If you are my sister , i am sorry. I'm sorry for being so weak that i couldn't protect you." The grasp around Ajel's throat sharpened once more , but Ajel only snickered. "But i won't repeat the same mistake once again." as fast as it came , the sharp feeling near his throat dissepeated altogether.

"You killed me. Ajel. Not Sylas , not Vannis. YOU!" Elana's sweet tone had revealed the serpent underneath the flower.

"Maybe so." Ajel said. "And i am sorry. It's a mistake that i will never do again. Now, you imitation , let my sister rest in peace."

Ajel's mind thought back to the symbol of his failure , his hatred.

The petricite spear appeared infront of him , which caused Ajel to snicker.

Slowly reaching out to it. The spear seeped into his hand , before Ajel took ahold of it.

Ajel put all of his strength into the point of the shaft and the tip , before a scream resounded from the reflection , that screamed in a desperate manner.

The tip and the shaft suddenly seperated , snapping into two chunks of Petricite.

"I am sorry , my sister. May you rest in peace." Ajel's eyes showed a determination as he got up and ran to the reflection , as he stopped before his sister , before shoving the tip of the broken spear towards the reflection , pericing it.

A scream filled the box , before the reflection of his sister cracked.

The reflection suddenly became water , seeping back into the water to his feet.

Like a spider web , the room suddenly started to develop cracks and slowly started to fall apart , before he watched the last remains of his sisters reflection sink into the water at his floor.

A name suddenly appeared into the mind of Ajel , as he coldly said it.

"Camavor , the doubt."

A scream filled the box , as Ajel codly turned his back away.

Something came rapidly flying towards him , as Ajel ducked to the side.

But no matter how he avoided it , followed him.

The scene of that and Sylas's chain's interlinked as Ajel was rapidly caught off guard by the mask , something that showed a mask that resembled a melpomene mask.

(AN: Think of a Lissandries Anguish mask)

It binded his face , as he felt a surge of a power that he had never felt before.

He felt his conscious fade , but Ajel gritted his teeth and attempted to discard the thoughts of the endless images in his head.

Words echoed in his head , something that he couldn't discard.

"YOU CANNOT DISCARD ME , BROTHER. I WILL BE WITH YOU FOR ETERNALLY!" the voice of Elana seeped into his ears, as Ajel covered his ears, but then found out that he could hear his sister's words.

"You will , Elana." Something surged from the core of Ajel.

It was a fragment.

A fragment of himself.

A fragment of his emotions , his memories , his experiences and the people he had meet.

The shard appeared before Ajel , which resembled a glass stained with a range of colours. Blue , red , yellow... and black.

Grabbing the shard with his fading conscious , Ajel breathed in before slammming the glass shard into his mask.

The famillar screams of the reflection of his sister resounded in the ear's of Ajel as he heard something drip down from his mask , as he slowly raised his hands and touched the liquid pouring out of the wound.

Red blood.

A reminder of his humanity.

Thinking of when he saw his blood for the last time he could remember , he remembered when he was around 6, in a beautiful rose bush , which was his sister's favourite flower.

He had attempted to try to get one , but he had pricked his finger on a thorn and caused himself to bleed.

It hurt like a bitch.

Ajel laughed , before he felt the shard that he had stabbed in himself change , tainted by the impure forces of the mask.

The fragment changed , the blackness of the mask seeping into the shard , changing it a in a state of metamorphisis that made Ajel stare cautiously.

The fragment that was a shaped like a dagger suddenly became a black rose , which shot to his arm.

Ajel just watched as it desperatley digged into his skin , causing the pain of getting rapidly pricked to flare up.

And yet Ajel just felt empty inside.

He didn't feel hatred when he put the mask on , nor did he just feel the suffocation from his previous faliures.

He felt tranquill.

"WHAT.....IS.....HAPPENING."

Ajel only shaked his head to his sister's reflection question.

He didn't know the answer himself , but Ajel muttered.

"Its a awakening. Im accepting that its how im going to live."

The innocent voice of his sister's reflection was suddenly replaced with a demonic scream... which then ceased.

And then the pricking.

And then he was left alone , in the box that didn't suffocate him anymore.

Ajel only stared blankly up to the sky , before he shook his head.

"It is time to live a life where i won't repeat the past mistakes." Ajel thought , before he saw the black box around him crack.

He had accepted his past.

He had accepted his trauma.

Now it was time to live his life , in place of his sisters.