Syndra; The Dark Sovereign ( x )
Syndra; The Dark Sovereign ( x )
Third wheel Shen tho
"I let you live once, Shen, but if you do not remove your hand this very instant, you will find yourself lacking appendages."
uh so i forgot how to draw
요즘 핫한 미드 챔피언 by 한곤
Zed : ‘I never saw him get that angry at me.’
The first image is actually the first version I made. My friend said crying Riven is better so yeah
wanted to colour but I dont think I have time at least till next month
As he had offered, he was now bound to fulfill; a task he was not about to fail. He had presented the proposition with the full intent on bringing the Sovereign what he had promised; and he had already planned on what to show her. He would liberate her from that accursed prison. Every human deserved to be free of oppression, be it direct or indirect. Fear should not control, it should be mastered!
The descent from the sky was pleasant and calm; far calmer than the Master of Shadows had expected. It was clear that his words had touched upon something within the floating woman next to him; the lustrous beauty that was now demanding answers for each and every one of his inquiries with only one order. Syndra wanted Zed to show her what liberation he spoke of, and without hesitation or doubt, he pulled the magus along, keeping his hand clenched around the woman’s. It was time for a rite of passage; a passage into enlightenment.
Zed set into a sprint; a burst of speed to get him and Syndra to their destination promptly. He moved his free hand to his waist and picked up the mask, placing it back over his face; but not before letting a malicious, toothy grin come to view. The Sovereign appeared to be sheltered beyond any influence but herself - a fragile, yet barbed flower. There was no wonder why she was still under the Elders’ control, if only in mental presence rather than physical. She knew what she wanted, but seemed clueless how to acquire it. Behind her confident facade, there was clearly a softer, more dubious core.
Zed’s battle-worn hands tightened around Syndra’s as they neared their target. The magus’ levitating had reduced the travel time significantly, as there was no straggler who would stumble or run out of breath. The sprinting man burst into an unabated cackle as he saw the first sign of the testing grounds. A giant, pitch-black torii towered high up in the sky, as if a gateway to the realm of the heavens. Trained ears could hear a vicious, incessant rumble despite the distance that was yet to be covered. The slender hand that had been holding onto the ninja’s began to loosen its grip. It was doubting, untrusting - frightened. The man only tightened his grasp, nearly branding the woman’s silken hand. “No!” Zed called, “This is the first lesson in liberation, Syndra: liberation from fear!” His words were passionately wise, but also unreasonable; how can one fight fear?
"Do not fear the shrouded path; the uncertainty and terror you hold will be your downfall - not the subject of your fear!" In defiance, Zed’s rushing slowed to a halt so that he could face the hesitant woman. "This is why you are still imprisoned, you fool!" His hands lashed about in angry body language. "It is what you don’t know that terrifies you! You don’t know if the elders will seal your powers or not; and therefore you cannot find repose. The truth lies beyond the shroud of ignorance and doubt, only then will you know for certain! Brave the shadows, Syndra, find the truth!" Zed was used to preaching like this, as every student he had taught were like the Sovereign at one point. Having finished his speech, he let go of Syndra’s hand and reoffered his. "Master your own destiny…" his voice trailed off.
Silence, save the frothing waters of a stream underneath the torii enveloped the pair, which made time snail by as the magus considered the options. She had to see! Syndra clasped her hand around Zed’s: “I ordered you to show me!” An attempt at remaining in command that was all in vain. The ninja’s eyes narrowed contently. “Good.”
His steps turned explosive in power as he ran towards the torii again, this time getting close enough for his companion to see what was beyond the port. The rushing waters were ferocious, and grew in power once they passed the enormous structure. Behind it was a staggeringly steep drop, and the stream thundered down the vertical wall with the intention of breaking anything that may try to stop its voyage. The roar was now audible to the Sovereign as well, but before she could react properly, her peculiar acquaintance launched himself off the cliff - with her in tow. A strong arm pulled the woman closer, and once close enough; while airborne, Zed jabbed a specific point on her neck with his finger. A sudden numbness spread throughout Syndra’s body, and the most likely insane man tightened his grip on the other’s hand. “Brave the shadows!” he roared, trying to be audible despite the whipping winds and crashing waterfall. Left to the decisions of fate, the pair plummeted towards the basin below.
A strong arm wrapped around her in protection, the sensation of falling, being cradled by the wind, the feeling of numbness were all sensations that the Sovereign had not felt for the longest time. How warm it was. Lilac eyes closed, disregarding the waters below, putting her whole trust in the man that held her so tightly. Only he could save her; the numbness and heaviness of her body restricted her use of her magic. That which was left unrestrained would not have saved her from the currents below. She did not flinch, nor scream; she merely allowed herself to focus on the sound of rushed whispers of wind.
Heights never bothered the Sovereign nor the feel of falling. Even Death was something that Syndra paid no heed. Only the loss of her powers concerned her. In this proximity, if the Master of Shadows intended such, despite the restriction of her body, at least without the barrier placed on her mind she could still produce a powerful shock wave that could easily kill him. That was one part of the Sovereign’s true power.One knew of her power. Once he attempted to seal it away, until he was faced with the Sovereign’s fury. By the magic he attempted to seal, he was destroyed by it. That same fate would be Zed’s if he attempted the same. He had no fear of death, nor did he fear her. That is what Syndra thought as the two plunged into the waters. And though her last experience with being plunged into a river was something less than pleasant, the horrifying memories were barred from her mind. It was an experience not for her to remember, rather another.
The other lay dormant in her mind, emerging only when she found it necessary. Her existence came into the world the night that Syndra killed her mentor. A barrier had been placed on her mind to seal her power, connected to the life of her master in order to strengthen the binding. When his life ended, so did the barrier. However, when it shattered, the mind of the young magus did as well. Two personalities came into being. One that is the carefree spirit, constantly shifting, always changing, playful but cold like the night rain, careful, decisive, slow to act out her plot she is the one that appears before the world acting out her ambition for her revenge. She is the child that fights to keep her god given birth right and freedom. All know her within the Institute of War for she is almost ever present. Simply, her name is Syndra.
The other however, by contrast she is stronger, cold and harsh, unyielding, focused. Syndra does not know of her existence. She is named the Dark Sovereign. Every horror that Syndra had experienced in her short years of life has been taken in by the Dark Sovereign. Those that attempted to harm the host, called her forth. Once awakened, the disturbances would perish. Plunged deep into the icy water, dredged forth memories that she suppressed for Syndra. Thus when her eyes opened, she awakened. Eyes glowed black underneath the surface, staring up at the man that had drawn forth the memories of Syndra’s childhood. Anger swelled within; black and purple energies crackled from below. The Sovereign took control.
From her the water began to recede as she broke away from the Master of Shadows and slowly she ascended upward breaking the surface to take her first breath. The Sovereign lowered her face to the ninja who was looking rather stunned that she had managed to move. The strength and will of the Sovereign was much unlike Syndra’s; what Syndra could not move the Sovereign could, including her own body. Finally the Sovereign stood effortlessly atop the water’s surface.
“S̡a͔͇̪̗y̸̮͚̼o̜̜̳͚̬͕m̟̪̯̭̱̮͝i̻͙̫͢ Z̡̹̼̥̠̩ẹ̸̥͓d̦̫̣͉,͖͈̰̘ ͠M̡a̭͝st͡ẹ͔̥̠̤̹̳͜r͎͕̳̺͘ ̲o͕̭͎f̺̠͕̹͠ ̶̣̭͕̭̖͉͕S̳͙h̵͉͚̲͇a͟d̴̯̣o̟͘ͅw̪̭͍̪͚̬̳s̤̳̠̟͙͓͢.." the dark voice reverberated, "I҉͍͎̺̫̭̝ ̫w͓͕̮̪͖i̺̣̰̞͙̞̦l̺l҉͎ ͙̳k̷͓̜̖̦͉̲̯i̝̳̲̟̠͉l͙͝l͇̞̟̞̞̠͇͜ ̛̭̗̖y̻̯͍̠̰̫o̖̬̠̱̘u͈̻̫ͅ.”
Anyone that would harm Syndra while under the Sovereign’s protection would surely die. Despite being a champion of the Institute of War, Zed was no exception. Straightening, she pointed a slender finger at him in warning. For a moment a single thought crossed her mind. Before the Little One could get too attached and ultimately betrayed, she thought to kill the shadow ninja. However, Syndra had already began to trust him. Perhaps a little too much for her liking. The Sovereign did not approve of this.
“S̨h̼͍̟͍ͅͅe̸̖̞͓̘͈̥͙ ͚̗̫̝̻̳̕t̩ru̜̻̦̥͟sts͇̭͓̣̟͠ ̡͔̟̯̻y̛̜̼͖ͅo̸̮ų̩̱ͅ.” The Sovereign dropped her arm, exasperated. “S̴̘̹̳o̞͖̙̬͍͙͚ ̣̦͚I̳̤̳͎̰̼̗͜ ͔w͏̯̞̞̱̭̺̩a͉̻̰̩͓̬͘r͖͖̙̪̠̩͠ͅn̷̝͔̺ͅ,"
She paused in thought. By the looks of things it seemed that she would have to make frequent appearances, however this Sayomi Zed could prove himself. He offered true liberation. Only time would tell if he would keep to his word. Since the Little One seemed to trust him, the Sovereign could only trust her judgement. A careful eye would be kept on the ninja. If the time came, the Sovereign would kill me and any memory that Syndra had, she would kill him.
“I͝f͏̞̠ ̹̬a̪̤̩͖̯̣͔͜n̴̤̣̠͙͔y͟ ̼̠̜͓̜̺͠h̼a̖̘͕r̙̥̜͇ḿ̝̺ ͈̺͈͙c̖o̻̖͔̗m͈̝̗̙e̞s̬͞ ̨͔̼͙̳̻t͎̱͈͙͍͓o̱̝͔͎̬͡ ̣̲t͞h͉̹̺͖̣e̺͓͍͈̟͈̻͜ ̬l̡̜̰i͙̰̼̖͖t̬̭͚̺̼̫t̵̬̙̞̟l͝ȩ̘̥ ͙̥͍̼̪̀o̺̟̳͇̹n̗̠͙̗̜͡e͡,͕̝͢ ͅy̤͖̖̬ou͚̖̝ ͕͉͇̗̹w͔̹̣͓̠͓í̞̮͕l̼̺̖̤͝ͅͅl̲ ̪̳͓̭̺̀f̭o̢̦̖͈͈͔ͅr̜̫̟͙f͈̼̫̘e̮̻̜̯͕̬̬i̮̟͕̼͎̕t̝̀ ͕͉̣̝͔͠y͓̥̮͖o͉̺̼̳u̘̰̯͕͓͚r͍̝̞̞̟̣̺͠ ̺̺͉̮͟l̥̳̜̬͘i̫͍͙̖̼͙f̜͠e̢̦̰̳̤ͅ ̵̘̳̳̜̖̻t͢o̧̼̳̹̩ͅ ͔͓̪̠m̢̥̭̼̟̯̫̼e̘̘̦.̮͇͔̀ ̯͚̘͘U̹nd̘̜̬̩ȩ̫̹̯ṟ̸̙̤s̼̻̺ͅt͚̹o̹̺od̞̲̻ͅ?”
Falling silent, the Sovereign walked across the water to the surface and allowed the Little One control once more. Syndra fell to her knees as her onyx eyes faded to lilac. In shock she looked around wondering where she was. It took her a moment to remember what she was doing; she was with Zed. “Zed?” She called to him in a whimper for her delicate body began to shiver from the cold bite of the water that still clung to her. Like a second nature, she already began to levitate as she continued searching for the Master of Shadows. “Where am I? What has happened..?”
The icy teeth of the water merely tickled the ninja. With a rising perplexity, his thoughts muddled up into an inexplicable mess; all because of the floating apparition that so briefly displayed itself. It had manifested through the woman he had brought, and as quickly as it had appeared, it had vanished. Zed’s befuddlement was only momentary as his attention diverted to the lost voice of his unfortunately drenched companion. “I am here, Syndra,” he called out, offering his hand to her. The shivering porcelain that was the magus’ hand accepted, sending forth the waves of cold that surged through her. His usually vicious, red eyes turned tender at the pitiable condition the woman was in. The abnormally pale skin against his own, bronzed features revealed enough to the man - all from a single comparison of shades.
With a quick snap of his fingers, the briefly warm eyes turned stern as the ensuing command rung out. “Kagemaru! Hatake!” he called, making two silhouettes take position behind him with heads bowed in subordinance. Zed locked eyes with the shivering woman before him, relaying his intent without words while also uttering a command to the summoned Disciples of the Shadows. “Pupils, I apologise for the menial tasks I am about to give you, but they are of utmost importance. You are to obey. Is that understood?” The demands Zed extricated told more than many would be able to tell from a single glance. He rarely requested such tasks from his students, but the two boys seemed uncertain about what to say - stumbling with their words briefly before coming up with proper replies. “Yes, sensei! Understood, sensei!”
"Despite being recently inducted, I expect you to work like any other member of the Order," Zed resumed, asserting his clear authority by explaining the grounds of his request. "Kagemaru, you are to bring a message for Tenshin and Hyosuke: they will prepare a warm bath and a change of women’s clothes. Dismissed!" The Master of Shadows’ intent was unmistakable, having already summoned his students for immediate assistance. "Hatake," he addressed the next student, "you will seek out the closest village on the path to home, take the warmest garments you can find, and return to me. We will escort my companion to the temple grounds." His orders finally delivered, he kept his crimson gaze aglow and tender, unwavering from the floating woman before him. As if channeling heat through mere eye contact.
Hatake the student had disappeared from sight, having already taken on the new mission from his master. Zed stared intently into Syndra’s lilac hues, as if to see what laid beyond them. She was a curious case; a mystery shrouded in darkness. He felt the constant shuddering of the woman as her temperature sank dramatically. He had managed to keep her distracted from the cold with his captivating crimsons, but he had to heat her body up properly. The rain didn’t help much, as it drenched his snow-white hair, making it stick to his face. Using his free hand, he moved the bothersome hair out of the way disapprovingly, then put the hand on top of Syndra’s which was nearly turning blue. Maintaining contact, he uttered: “come with me, Syndra, we will get you warm aga-,” his words were cut short when the petite woman suddenly roared out in a strangled agony. Upon further inspection, Zed realised she hadn’t cried out physically, but her stomach was making death-like groans of hunger. Adding onto his previous invitation, and letting out a slightly amused chuckle, he concluded: “we will get you warm again, and feed you.”
“Evil?" The Sovereign sat high on her sphere, legs cross and dainty hands folded in her lap. She raised her head in dignity, though, she still looked down at the peasant before her. Brows knit and her glowing gaze reflected disapproval. “Is that what they call me now? Evil? But, is it not a term that relies on perspective?" Slowly the Sovereign tilted her head as she inquired, "If I kill a man, is it evil? Does that make me evil? Or is it justice if he was corrupt and had not only wronged me, but many? Is this not simply perception?"
“Very few people can comprehend the concept of evil’s profound existence within religion and society.” Th Sovereign straightened her posture as she flicked a billowy lock of white away from her face. ”After all, what is evil? Is it not just the state of lacking morality in man? Just as it cold due to lack of heat? Or darkness cast from lack of light? Is seeking justice a lack of morality? Do I lack morality for pursuing justice? ”
“You would perhaps think that it is the manner in which I seek this justice? So let me ask you, which of these is evil?" Firstly, she extended her right hand. In her small palm, fractals of light swirled into a beautiful, glittering white and gold orb. This magic she had not used in so long. Memories of when she once followed her Master’s teachings seeped back into the forefront of her mind, reminding her of when she was a Justicar. Then she held out her left which darkened with a shadowy sphere. The black magic is what all feared when they looked upon the Dark Sovereign. "Would you not say the left one? Why? Because it is dark by nature? Then is the night evil simply because it is dark? Or even a shadow? Rather, should one say that both are evil because it is I that wield them? Men perceive a snake’s poison to be evil because it harms. Is it really? Poison is merely their defense just as these spheres are mine and mine alone.”
As Syndra lowered her hands her magics dissipated. Her queries were nearly over. Only a few last questions remained, “In your society is it not considered evil to covet? To steal? And to kill if it means obtaining an object of such value? Is it evil if I defend myself from it? Is it evil if I seek revenge against those that tried to take my gift from me? Or is it justice?"
Then, she concluded, “So, I ask you to rephrase your question.”