Snippet #2298286

He had won.

Aleph Crownguard had claimed victory in the first of his battles, and did so against an inhuman – but smart – opponent. It was some creature, some beast that had spawned (presumably) from the void. If anyone was experienced with terrors of the void, it was none other than himself and he sighed as he stood up from his knees, glad that he had been the victor of this spectacular battle.

This was not simply a one-on-one battle, but more of a game of cat-and-mouse. Asteridax approached from behind most of the time, slipping in and out of the shadows as if it were part of them. This proved difficult, but not too much, and this tactic was soon overcome by Aleph’s determination, resilience and strength, which never faultered nor fleeted. It never did though. As a son of Garen, the Might of Demacia, he could not ever quit nor let someone else win without giving it every ounce of strength and energy he had with him.

A brief recollection of the end of the fight flashed through his mind, as if a vision.

The beast, armed with a scythe to slay, slammed his weapon on the ground. The sheer force of gravity pulled at Aleph as if to grip him, stop him from doing anything – and it did. Yet, that was it. This beast, this monster…. It did not hit him hard enough to stop him. It was essentially a rat attacking a ballista, and when Aleph struck back, it was without hesitation. A blinding movement – much too quick for anyone in armor such as his to normally move had caught Asteridax from his guard. His blade began swirling in a fantastically deadly display of control and strength, cutting through whatever you would call the substance that bound the void creature together. Not losing his momentum, he dashed back---and summoned the most powerful of blades – The Might of Demacia itself into his hands. Heavy it would be, but the young Crownguard did not make it appear so, as he then lunged forward with more force than he had ever shown – all within a second’s time.

The creature had not time.

The creature made no sound.

The creature had no chance.

“Victory” he heard from an onlooker’s voice. It was the announcer – a new voice. It was one he would hopefully come to hear quite often, that line in specific. Aleph took a calm, yet deep breath in and looked up. There wasn’t much light, and he couldn’t see the sky. He saw a ceiling, nothing else. But, he smiled and exhaled. It was truly over and he was the victor. He knew father would be proud, and mother too, where she was. He didn’t know, but he knew she would definitely watch.

Once more, he sighed in happiness and victory. Today was his and his alone. Today was the day that Aleph Crownguard had defeated his first of many opponents. Today, he proved a bit of his worth. He would make sure that the next fight would result no differently. “I am victorious….” Were the last words he mumbled to himself before he had left the Proving Grounds.