Sona Story, 11k words, Companionship
An unsure and desperate summoner seeks a new champion to add to his roster. With the influence he accumulated, the summoner efforts to recruit Sona. What follows is a journey of self discovery and an exchange of condolences.
What makes my story so inaccessible?
I posted the first chapter of 'Humble Interactions with Sona' on three different sites and not one of them yielded feedback in any way shape or form. After posting the second chapter nothing's changed. I need the feedback to improve myself as a writer and keep my drive going.
So what makes people pass over a slice-of-life story and go nuts over TeemoXSona?
I really like this story. I'm sorry for not posting on this earlier (drawbacks on using the Kindle...), but I really like the style you presented the story in. It reminded me of books than a short story, because your descriptions were well done.
Also, because Sona's my favorite character.
And so it was that I joined countless other summoners who can call Sona their own. Not in a possessive fashion-that would be demeaning. I can write another one thousand words about her beauty, her grace. But I must not forget where my obligations lie. The Institute of War is such a fanciful place. Deciding the fate of nations on the line of gladiatorial battles looks like a very Utopian, very dystopian concept that I support with my feet on the ground. War is a nightmare, a ball-gag forced on the people while they are deafened by a horrid dissonance, a very tired song and dance. The champions who volunteered to be a part of this I must commend for their inhuman conviction. Takes at least that much to surrender yourself to this punishment. Among this league of legends here is a musician. And she's mute! Who has time to appreciate music during battle? Who has time to sing, let alone have the voice to sing while it's not talking? Or explaining? Laughing, joking, ordering, pleading, QUARRELING, PROMISING! NOISE! ALL NOISE NOISE NOISE ALL SPOT ON TIMING WITH A BLOODIED TUNING FORK ALL WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO END IT ALL! **** it all! Why was it all fine and dandy just days ago? To leave me behind to hang myself before I have to hear it all! But what do I fill this void with?
She has no voice, and she wears her blue hair in ponytails to match her sky blue dress. Every day the noise builds on her as it does to all of us. And a few days ago we went together to Summoner's Rift to breathe.
I entered Sona's mind soaked in past tears, a mangy helpless thing. That time she took me in with a great deal of hesitation. She picked me up and shook me off, murmuring something into my head with her etwahl. The anticipation was nerve wrecking. I stood over my C-Ball concentrating with four other summoners in the Institute, while Sona and the other participating champions arrived to Summoner's Rift in rings of blue light. As soon as she touched down, her fingers ran across the strings on her instrument. She started an idle melody, a song of noble strength which honed our senses. On our blue glowing platform was the silent armordillo Rammus, the indomitable iron man Mordekaiser, the large and intoxicated Gragas, the instinctual voidling Kog'maw, and Sona. She closed her eyes and sighed contently. Quickly gearing up, everyone headed out to their lanes. A pang of fear froze me for a moment while Sona floated on, a fear for her well being, a dangerous sympathy. As I shivered in this panicky fit, Sona reached out with her mind and grasped my hand in the same manner as before. Like setting time on a metronome, she stilled my pulse with hers. With hands like those, everything is an instrument that can be tuned.
Kog'maw's summoner lengthened his leash, and the void creature merrily followed behind Sona with what looked like a smile. And then we heard the most perculiar thing to escape the mouth of the void-he began to sing! Yes, the mouth of the abyss began to gurgle out notes alongside Sona's song as we walked together. "Laaa la la la! Largh garr gaah!" No audience could be more heartwarming to perform for. Sona led him along as she played. Kog'maw began to sing quieter as we reached the outermost turret, turning into a content humming as the clock ran down seconds. Briefly exiting Sona's mind, I turned to my teammate next to me and got a glance at his face. The summoner was blinking sharply as if something were in his eyes. They were bloodshot-probably from lack of sleep. Behind us came the blue minions marching without a sound. They clashed with the purple minions up ahead. We could see a grizzled walnut of a man emerging from the fog of war, a soft talking gunslinger named Graves. Kog'maw eagerly began to spit at the purple minions, felling them one by one as he was biddened by his summoner. I was obligated to simply wait for an opprotunity to strike at our opponents. Graves fired a buckshot round at us-there was a distinct blast of sound which distorted our vision. It caught on Sona's arm and on her instrument. The pain was sobering, yet not acute. Sona's face didn't chage one bit while I frowned in concentration.
We responded by forcefully strumming a chord on the etwahl. Her mind guided me through this maneuver, and I yeilded quietly. Dialogue would put us off timing and serve no end. A cone of blue magic honed in on Graves, and he staggered backwards. Sona took this opening and fired a high note that pierced his gut, causing him to bleed. His summoner backed off while Graves growled to himself. At first I thought this power was unreal. To inflict that much damage at such an early point in the match astounded me. Other summoners tell me that this ability is a major strength of hers and advise me to use it frequently. But its potency falls off later as the other champions gain power, so one must abuse this advantage early.
How fitting! It is always said that actions speak louder than words. Graves was escorted by Soraka, a pious mystic with an extensive knowledge of healing magic. Her summoner liberally casted these spells on Graves to keep him standing. It seemed that their endurance would win out against us. Thankfully Kog'maw had brought healing potions to keep himself healthy (and to quench his thirst). We managed to push them back to their own turret, securing our small victory in the earlygame. Both of us teleported back to the summoning platform to recover and prepare. Kog'maw idley bobbed his head to Sona's envigorating tune. I still wonder why such a being could react in such a way. We sensed his own heartbeat keeping time to a different drummer. He is a slave to instinct-yet the creature sings and dances. Is this an exertion of Sona's enchantments? Or does that same instinct drive him to take pleasure from her song?
Our dominence was felt sorely by the other team, appreciated by our allies. Then the beat changed. Baron had emerged from his slumber in the river, and both teams were eager to fell it and gain his power. As everyone grouped up in the forest, a flurry of alerts and talking took shape. Earlier Mordekaiser's summoner and that of Gragas began to spout insults to eachother. The former got royally irritated that the latter had let Gragas die one too many times. Sona expressed her annoyance through her face, and played louder in a vain attempt to calm them. They started to yell over her. While this was going on, Mordekaiser himself boomed in an echoing voice so that everyone heard. "Stop bickering like fools! Let us strike in tune to Sona's music and not your cacophanous squacking!" His will subdued the two summoners like a fist. Grabbing them by the neck with his voice, he shook them violently and said menacingly "We have the advantage! You will not squander our victory by making our ears bleed!" Sona retreated backwards, hesitant. She stopped playing.
For the first time in the entire match, there was total silence. "Now...if you please my dear Sona, let us shred." Mordekaiser said, as if he expected us to find the keys and emerge from our paralysis that quickly. Sona and I did so, thankful for his strength. Metal is receptive to sound, and we felt his entire body resonate with music. He gave it a deep and oppressive accent. Sona smiled as she and Mordekaiser walked side by side towards Baron's nest-occupied already by the other team. I caught a deep sense of companionship between them, although I do not know how deep. It translated well into the final battle of the match. I directed her behind Mordekaiser as we dove in headfirst to strike the final blow against the giant worm. Kog'maw and his summoner expertly did so with a single blast of his 'Bio-arcane barrage' technique. With an absolute power flowing through us, we turned to the enemy and engaged. A parental side of us elated when Kog'maw proceeded to mercilessly pelt all of them with his caustic spittle. Mordekaiser lumbered about, practically executing each champion one by one with his gigantic metal mace. We scored a total wipe, an 'ace', in that battle. And with that the match was won in a quick stroke afterwards.
I had a brief moment to thank Sona before we broke the link, in words this time. There will be another concert later in the month, and I'd like to meet her again, one more time, just to make sure I'm not dreaming.
Another 'flaw' might be in the fact that it's labled 'Humble'. The internet doesn't take kindly to anything Sona related that isn't smut driven (I blame her art). Luckily I'm not the internet and this story continues to be awesome.
Edit: Music calms the savage beast- love your dancing Kog'maw. The engagement in bottom lane was quite a read as well, along with Mordekaiser sticking up for the other Pentakill member
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