Piltover Champion Tales: "Champions May Die" - a player's/fan's tale

!!! ATTENTION !!! In the following tale there will be:

• foul words (Jinx, Vi, champions have foul mouths, not my fault)
• death (no respawn this time) BUT NO gore nor horrifically violent acts, etc..

---- The Tale

FIRST ACT

Sona was going to get to the stage in just a few minutes. Jinx couldn't contain her excitement. "Finally she's back! I can't wait to lit some fireworks and blow up stuff in the middle of her songs. She's just tooooooooo much!". She kissed Fishbones, her rocket launcher. "Yes, I know I need to wait...but i just caaaan't! Let's just blow something up while we wait why don't we...". She was talking by herself. She had "snuck" in a building just a few hundred meters from the stage, where she could look at the concert from above. Obviously the building was not unhinabitated, but a couple granades were all she needed to get a free access pretty much anywhere. She looked from the window. In the big S. Pididly Plaza the stage was completely dark with none on it and the crowd was growing restless. Like her. She was just about to blow something up out of boringness when the wall behind her was smashed to bits. Jinx knew who the culprit was even before she turned around to look at her. "Yo fat-hands, you know the door was unlocked, right?" she said to the woman still standing in the hallway. It was Vi. "You know the next thing I'm gonna smash is your face, right?". "Where's you owner at, fat-hands? Not with you today?" "Cupcake is at the concert; security job, not my style.", Vi said, charging her punch, “Now less talking, more punching". Just as she finished saying that she charged towards Jinx. The twin tailed psycho threw some Flame Chompers at Vi while putting some space between them. BOOM. At the same time the bomb went off a firework exploded in the air and the stage lights lit brightly up, showing Sona on stage. “You’re gonna make me miss my concert, fat-hands”. “Just stay still and let me punch you, you crazy girl, then you can enjoy all the music you want”. They had a little chase in the apartment then left for the hallway and Jinx rushed upstairs. “See you upstairs, if you can get there with all you fat, fat-hands” she said, leaving a trail of explosives as she went up, towards the roof.

The concert had started with a blast and the stage was getting even hotter. Sona looked at the crowd. She loved playing for the people, she loved how they seemed to forget their everyday worries and anything else and just lose themselves to her music. All of them only looked at her. Except two of them. She knew who they were: she had seen them in the Fields of Justice many times, but never met them in Runeterra. She also knew she was the only one who could see them at the moment. Kindred. “Are you ready?”, asked the Lamb, “or do you want to give Wolf a good chase?”. Sona smiled. She had still many concerts to do, her tour was far from over, but Piltover would’ve been a good city to make her last concert. She brought the music up, in a final Crescendo. She looked at Lamb, who was preparing her arrow. She was ready.

The music grew louder and louder, the crowd was cheering harder and harder. “Crap, at least I want to see the finale!” Jinx thought. She made it to the roof and she sat on the low parapet. The music kept growing louder and louder and she prepared her SUPER MEGA DEATH ROCKET for a blasting finale. “Stop you little...” Vi had reached her and her hand was stretched out, trying to stop the maniac from blowing any more stuff up. CRACK. Suddenly, the music stopped. Like frozen the cop had caught Jinx by the waist and was now looking at the scene on the stage. Sona was dead. Something seemed to have hit her in the throat and the blood all around seemed like it was being manipulated into a shape. “A flower” Jinx said. Vi looked at her and saw her expression. Fear. She was shaking all over. “He is back” the little twin tailed girl said, with a voice so soft it almost seemed like she was drawing her last breath.

Sona’s corpse was studied by techmaturgist from Piltover and Zaun and Yorldes from the Yordle Academy of Science and Progress of Piltover. Even fellow champions from the League, like Jayce and Heimerdinger, tried to see if they could somehow try to get her back to the living. But no-one could do anything. The bullet which had killed her was imbued in powerful magic. Magic from Ionia.

--- End of the FIRST ACT

TL;DR: Read my tale, hope you'll like it. This is only the first part, the story is almost finished but i wanted to see if anyone was interested.

---- Rambling Personally, i really love how Riot is trying to build Runeterra anew, starting with mount Targon, now Piltover and who knows what else. The job the writers, the artists, even cartographers are doing is simply amazing! (even though i personally don't feel "Medara's Heirloom" fits well with the map of Runeterra we previously had, but who cares).

But, here's where I start complaining, there is one thing in all of this wich is often left out: relationships. I don't mean in a love relationships, I mean ANY kind of relationship. They're just written on a champion profile, not found in almost any story or elsewhere. Almost all of the tales we read about are about one champ and his feats. No more, no less.

Am I just a whiny little ** who does not do anything but complain? NOPE. So I wrote. I wrote mostly for myself, but as I saw the story unfold I decided I wanted to share it with the community. Yeah, maybe I just want some recognition or idk, say that I'm a wannabe writer but please, please, bear with me and read. Read and let me know if you want me to tell you more, because this is only the start ---- End Of Rambling

Thanks for reading, have a nice Christmas and a Happy new year.

Obviosly, the tale may be my work, but the champions, the city of Piltover, Zaun and the universe of Runeterra are all owned by RiotGames