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1.
A young man stood alone in the forest. What the locals of his town called
The Summoner's Rift.
He was not happy.
"Damn. Missed the whole fight."
Eric frowned, eyeing a gash that had been torn into a tree's trunk. A grievous wound it was. And it was only one of many. Standing there amidst the towering pines of the forest, Eric could see that few of them were untouched by battle. He spotted slashes across thick bark, chunks taken out from their flanks. He could see burn marks too, whether from fire or acid or something equally gnarly.
The young man ran his fingers along the slice in the bark. A sword had done the deed, he figured. Or a cleaver. And a damn big one, at that.
If Eric had to guess, it was a mark of battle left by Garen Crownguard, the Might of Demacia. Or maybe it was left by that Noxian brute, Darius. Either way, it had to have been a
strong
warrior to leave a wound this deep in such a mighty tree. A strong warrior... And a
big
fucking sword.
Eric breathed out. He stepped away from the ancient sentinel, his hiking boots crunching twigs and dried leaves beneath them. He took in the forest around him, marked and scarred by battle. A champion skirmish had taken place here, for sure.
...And Eric had
missed
the whole damn thing.
With a disappointed huff, Eric reached into his hoodie pocket and dug out his phone. He raised it up to the wounded tree and took a picture. It was the best he was going to get that day.
"There really ought to be an app for this kind of thing." He muttered to himself, moving along to the next tree. This one had some serious burn marks that stretched all the way up to the lowest branches. The smell of toasted wood was still heavy in the air. He took another picture. "Let the fans know when the champions are gonna duke it out. Or
something
. Came all the way out here... wasted my time..."
The young man trudged along, moving between the trees and taking more photos as he went. They were only a shadow of what he came for. He had wanted the real deal, to get pics and footage of an actual champion skirmish. Garen, Darius, Lux, Jinx, all of them were legends. And Eric just wanted a small taste of their greatness. Even if he only met some of the more obscure champions, he still would have been happy.
But it was not to be, apparently.
Eric continued on. The only sounds were the tweeting of birds, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and his own heavy footfalls on the forest floor. He breathed in the cool air, feeling refreshed despite the disappointment. If nothing else, it was good to leave the apartment and enjoy the outdoors.
He slowed his stride as he found himself in a small valley of sorts. The trees loomed large, of course, but so did the soil itself. The earth rose on both sides, cresting a solid foot above his head, leaving Eric standing at the bottom of a V-shaped trench. Maybe the champions had used it during their battle? The young man had no idea of knowing.
His thoughts were interrupted then when he heard a faint sound, a voice carrying over the ridgeline and into his trench. Eric came to a stop. Excitement shot through him like a jolt of electricity. Maybe not all the champions had left the forest! He could still get a picture of one!
Holding his breath, he listened more closely to the voice. It was a woman's voice, he realized. A young woman, too, if the soft, high pitch was anything to go by. And she was singing. But it wasn't in any language Eric understood.
Eric wanted to know more. He wanted to see her. So he crawled up the side of the trench, moving closer to the source of the sweet, exotic song. It didn't take long for him to reach the crest where he was confronted with some thick shrubbery. The leaves and branches were thick enough that he couldn't see through them. But he could hear just fine.
The woman's voice was clearer now. She was just beyond the bushes in Eric's way, there was no doubt. And with the sweetness of those foreign words flowing into his ears, Eric knew that his only option was to go forward. He couldn't walk away without setting his eyes on this mystery girl.
Careful not to make too much noise as to disturb her song, Eric pushed the thick bush branches aside. He made an opening for himself and crawled through. Uncaring of the dirt and the grime, he continued on until he finally reached the other side... and saw her.
All
of her.
His mystery girl was
naked
, bathing in a crystal clear pond at the center of a small clearing. And she wasn't really a girl, he discovered to his shock. She was certainly female, of that he had no doubt. She had all the necessary - and
delightful
- femininity. But she wasn't
human
. Her damn
tail
made that obvious.
The woman with shiny, multicolored skin stood in the thigh-deep pond, singing blissfully as she rubbed the clear water all over her bare body. And what a lovely body it was! Green along her slender arms and back as well as her swishing tail. Pink along her supple thighs, her taut belly, her cute, humble breasts, and her pretty, heart-shaped face. Even her hair, matted down with water as it was, looked radiant with its varying purple hues. Dark purple here, light purple there. She was a mesmerizing vision to anyone who was partial to the female form.
Eric was almost struck speechless. Almost.
"
Woah...
"
The peeping tom watched, enthralled as the exotic creature dipped her hands into the water and brought them back up to pour it over her body. Eric's heart raced as his eyes followed the clear liquid as it cascaded down her breasts, her belly, her thighs. The droplets that still clung to her lithe form caught the sunlight then. Oh, how she
glistened
.
Eric looked on in awe. In the span of a minute, this dud of a trip had turned around completely. His parents had taught him that it was rude to stare - even ruder to spy on naked women. But any needling feelings of guilt he had were overshadowed by the thrill he felt in witnessing such exotic beauty.
Indeed, the show he was getting was
way