Here goes, I'm doing a story:
Silence.
As it had rarely been in recent weeks. It was something Sona had come to appreciate, despite the chaos that always seemed to swirl around the young mute.
She lay in her chambers, at what should have been the still of the night, were there a sun orbiting around a planet that was half enveloped in the shadow. Instead, the view outside her window was the brilliantly starlit depths of space, gently swimming by. She twisted out of her bed, and slid into her slender gown. Gracefully, she stepped out into the stillness of the hallways, to wander as she was prone to doing while the rest of the crew slept.
She passed by the first cabin on her right, opposite of hers. Within the darkness she could see through the small door window was nothing but a large mountainous shadow – Malphite - his breath rattling some unknown trinkets that often littered his floor as he slumbered. She smiled, pressing her hand gently upon his door as she passed, and wished him the best of dreams. He was one of the few crewmembers she could relate to, as his slow, languid nature and meticulous eye for detail when crafting his tiny ships reminded her of the peaceful monks of the Templar Order that often meditated on the values of devoting the core of one’s being to their work. That, and how he listened so much more than anyone else ever gave him credit for.
She moved on, gliding down the Morningstar halls, passing by the expectedly messy chambers of Jinx, marked by colorful graffiti and wanted posters pasted on every inch of the door. Sona had long given up trying to know exactly how Jinx slept in her room – there didn’t appear to be any sort of bed the one time she had seen inside, and the heaps of broken machinery and live ammunition that took up the majority of the space in the room left little room for a person to enter, let alone lie down and rest. It was a mystery, like so many things in the universe, and Sona had learned to just sit in wonder every time the young woman emerged from her chambers refreshed and revitalized every morning.
On coming to the chambers of Yasuo, Sona stopped for a moment. This man was special. She knew this. She felt it in every corner of her mind when she saw him, and when she communed with the Ora. She just didn’t quite know how exactly. She just knew he was a very important person in the plans the Ora had for the universe, and the best she could do was stay close to him to see how those plans panned out. She could see from the gentle glow in his chambers, that it was immaculately clean, not even a single one of those books he so loved was out of place on his shelves. The glow, coming from the strange lizard that affectionately slept on the man’s chest, illuminated his peaceful face, an illusion that was only broken by his ragged snoring that he always refused to admit to.
Their little crew was small, and all of them wanted in several galaxies and star systems for various reasons. Sona had come to accept this life of danger on her first ground visit with the crew, when they were not only fired upon by the local criminal organization from which Jinx had previously stolen a small arsenal of Ora lined explosives, but also discovered by the local outpost of the Demaxia Empire, which still held a grudge after the crew had defied Ordinal Kayn and stolen Sona from his clutches. The man still gave Sona chills to this day, and after witnessing the corruption of that otherworldly scythe he wielded, she vowed to herself to never allow him to know the Ora as she knew it, and to never divulge to him the secrets of the Ora Gate.
She shivered slightly, pulling herself back into the present, and out of the chills of her memories. She looked once more on the sleeping captain and his illegal lizard through the small door window, briefly contemplating their unknown destiny, before continuing on her way. As she reached the final door at the end of the hall, she could feel the soothing power of the life within that often eased her troubled mind. She opened the door in front of her, and stepped inside.
There, in the middle of the mostly empty chamber, was a large pulsing orb of liquid gold, Ora, floating above her peculiar instrument. It was peculiar in that very few people would consider it an instrument, since very few people could actually hear the notes it produced. Only those with an innate connection to the life and will of the Ora could hear it, and even then, it took years of training for Sona to come to understand that not only could she speak to the Ora through the instrument, but it could also speak back. It was apparently very rare in her Order for someone to be able to hear the Ora speak, and the few that could had already been killed or captured by the Demaxians at the urging of Kayn, leaving Sona as the sole remaining free Templar who could commune with the Ora. What more, Sona was the only Templar to which the Ora had bestowed knowledge about the intricacies of opening the Ora Gate. The Ora Gate was a particularly coveted thing, as opening it is said to either give you the answers to life, the universe, and everything, or create unfathomable destruction.
She had been taught by her Order that once, long ago, a reckless, arrogant society had managed to open the Gate. The impurity of their crusade proved to be their undoing, and that society was eradicated, removed instantly from existence. The only records of them remained in the databanks of the neighboring star systems, who had to realign countless star charts after the sudden disappearance of an entire star system from their maps. It became a tale of warning for those seeking the Ora Gate, and since then, no one has ever sought to open it.
Until now that is.
Sona stepped up to the glowing ball of Ora. She would open the Gate, and with it, fulfill her destiny and the will of the Ora. She had a feeling that she must open it, with the help of Yasuo and the ragtag crew of the Morningstar, and set free the mysteries around the Ora and the universe. She only needed to find it first, before Shieda Kayn and his monster pried its location from the captured Templars. She ran her fingers along the ribbons of rainbow light that glowed gently along the surface of the instrument as she cleared her mind. She took in a breath, and closed her eyes. Then, she played.
To the rest of the world, silence.
To Sona, there was only the harmonious symphony of life as the Ora in the universe sang out to her in unison.
