God Fist Lee Sin

**Hello LoL community! A short introduction seems appropriate: I've been playing League for 3 seasons now, but what I believe to be more important is that I'm passionate about creating interesting lore, characters... once I even thought about having my own comic book/manga but my drawing skill isn't there yet. Of course, as many fans do, I create short stories about League champions, and my favourite pair is Lee Sin and Sona. I don't necessarily ship them, but with the new Lee Sin skin I came up with a story of how he became that way. I was inspired by Steinbeck's book _Grapes of Wrath _and the topic doesn't really match what I wrote about but the key word is wrath. I prefer short but interesting stories with hidden meanings, I also noticed some champions have either pathetic lore (as in short or not something very simple) or too long and aren't connected with the rest. That's just my personal opinion and I hope to professionally write storylines for video games. So, here is my idea behind God Fist Lee Sin, note: English is not my native language and I'd love to receive some tips and opinions! **Death was a friend, and sleep was Death’s brother. Wrote John Steinbeck in one of his books, which Lee Sin never actually read, but all he felt was wrath, and as if those words were his whole world, and his wounds were the grapes. The only light he could see is gone now. The only reason for his heart beats is asleep. It’s going to be a really long sleep. All he can do now is hope for Sona to dream of them, him and her, smiling. Fighting on the Rift. Walking through the streets of Ionia, or that one time watching the fireworks. Although, what caught his attention that evening was her, and the softest skin he had ever felt under his fingers. While it still is soft, Sona’s skin is much colder now, and paler. Her cheeks aren’t burning of shyness or resembling sweet cherries anymore. At least, that’s how he has always imagined the only person truly speaking to him. Through music only, but it didn’t bother him. Music was their hidden language with the purest words on this rotten world. Those tiny, gentle fingers resting on his palms or leading him through life which he had seen, at the moment, as beautiful. It’s all gone now. Of course a grieving friend, fighter, the Blind Monk, won’t let someone control Death. He won’t show his weakness, but even the Gods heard his cries. Nothing tore the universe as much as his will to fight for Justice. So be it, whispered Divine creatures. Their whereabouts aren’t shrouded in mystery anymore for all of their power is now within Lee Sin. What’s more important is that he saw Sona’s soul leaving her lifeless body. Once more, and for the last time ever, she cupped his face and gifted him a supportive smile. Stronger than ever, he stood alone being the only light this dark night, or perhaps, this dark era. A single tear gleamed on Lee’s cheek, just another grape in his wrath. _I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen… _