PROJECT: Leona Short Story!

I wrote a kind of short story for the PROJECT: Leona skin! I'm very excited for these skins and I think writing possible origin stories for them is very fun. With all skins, I view each one as a possible alternate universe. So I based this story off of the original Leona lore and just thought, "What if THIS happened instead?" I also made a PROJECT: Fiora short story (See link) A lot of this isn't in the correct format, like italics to indicate that something is being written rather than spoken, for some reason when I copied it over from WORD. But even so, I hope you guys enjoy :)

two_step_auth_command.bui Username: ###### Password: ########## ACCESS TO SYSTEM Version 5.17 Initializing... PROJECT: 53662 DATA RECOVERY: SUCCESSFUL

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To My Dearest Friend,

I know they've lied to you, my friend, as they have everyone in the village. I'm not sure exactly what they made everyone believe, but I am writing you this letter to tell you the truth;

I. Am. Alive!

Our people decided that my desire to defend people rather than attack them could not be tolerated in a Rakkoran society. I lacked the blood lust that our warriors needed and the natural talent you possessed.

When i sleep I can still hear them. I can hear their taunts and jeers as I walked through the square and onward to the gallows. I can feel the disappointment my family felt. I can even still feel my own sadness and anger, two emotions I never imagined would pair together as well as they did. I was sad that I had caused my friends grief. I was angry that no one could accept me. I was angry that no one wanted me. I was scared that that would be the end of...

Everything.

I fit the noose around my head, and I swear the world became brighter the closer I came to the edge. I can't explain it, but it was like the sun itself was calling to me. And in one fluid motion...

I fell.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, like I was falling for minutes, I could hear a voice inside my head telling me that everything was going to be ok. Light bled through everything I saw. It was like the closer i came to death, the better everything became. That's when it hit me; death for me was not the end, but the beginning of something incredible.

I mean, Pantheon, I died. I actually died.

I felt the light snuff out of me. I felt the abyss take me into its arms. I felt real peace for the first time in ages. And then, I woke up. I found myself in a black room, nothing was visible to me except for myself and the metal table I lay on, a single light was lit as to not keep me in the dark.

I felt great, but confused, I looked down at myself and noticed that there was something rather peculiar where my body used to be.

My entire being now consisted of metal and robotic parts that gave me energy-- life. My hair was a snowy white, and a yellow visor covered the upper half of my face.

At first I was horrified, but soon a man came in to talk to me. He explained everything: how I got there, how I functioned, and what I could do with my new powers.

I am still undergoing tests at the moment, but I needed you to know that I was perfectly fine. You've stuck by my side this whole time, and I am forever grateful for your friendship.

Your Friend, Leona

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My friend,

I'm aware that you have no way of sending messages back to me, but I truly hope that you get these all the same.

Between you and me, I think there's something strange happening. The Creator and I have officially determined that my body is safe to use, but he won't let me leave the complex. I suppose there's more to this whole "testing" thing than i realized.

I'm sure we will be done in the near future. Who knows? I might be planning something something grand... Though I really wish he would tell me more than he does.

I've noticed more people have been brought in recently, I don't think The Creator suspects that I know anything.

Just the other day I saw a woman with horrible burn marks wheeled through the complex today. I couldn't even see her face, the burns had destroyed nearly all of her physical attributes, leaving only a broken husk.

He wouldn't name her. He called her, "Project: 34672". Normally this wouldn't bother me, until the computer addressed me as Project: 53662. Why would he assign me a number? Come to think of it, I don't remember him ever calling me by my name. I suppose It's possible that the computer simply gave me a number, right?

I have to go, I think I'm being watched, I'll try to make contact again when I can.

Yours, Leona

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__Pantheon,

I don't know what to do. This morning I woke, standing over a pool of blood that was not mine. I didn't know what to think! What happened? Did I do something? And then this sudden question dawned on me, "Where is the body?" I looked to my left and I saw him, the corpse. His face was contorted between a mix of shock and horror.

It took me a minute, but i recognized him. He was a citizen of Mount Targon, a Rakkoran. In fact, I think I saw him in the crowd as I fell from the gallows.

I ran to my room, whimpering, and doing the best I could to scrub the blood off of my armor and sword.

I'll often hear the numbers, "53662" and on instinct I'll turn as if someone called my name. My name is not a number.

My hand shakes as I write this. Pantheon, I've been blacking out a lot recently, and I'll always wake up with blood on my blade. I can't remember where I've been for days on end and I'm getting scared. I once blacked out for two months.

Sometimes I'll look into the mirror and forget my name. Pantheon, my friend, I am losing my identity.

I. Am. Leona.

I. Am. Leona.

I. Am... A monster.

I never wanted to kill people, I always only wanted to protect, defend! I've become a puppet of this Creator. I don't know if this is even the last time I'll wake up from a blackout, so consider these my final words to you, my friend.

I beg of you, if you see me, please...

Run.

--Leona_

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