Sona

Sona's first memories are associated with the monastery in the Ionian province of Galrini, where she was raised. The monks and kind-hearted residents of nearby villages provided shelter to all the orphans and foundlings, who were left at the gates of the monastery. The children were taken care of and provided with everything they needed.

In early childhood, Sona was considered quiet and shy, but then it became clear that the girl simply could not speak. However, she was unusually caring and attentive, and other children came to her when they needed comfort. Sona knew how to bring smiles back to her friends’ faces.

She soon discovered other ways to express herself.

Unlike the other orphans, Sona had something when she was found - an unusual stringed instrument in a simple wooden case. None of the teachers and musicians who visited the monastery knew what it was... Although this did not stop some from trying to get the instrument for themselves. Sona taught herself to play it. Her simple but beautiful melodies made even the most insensitive listeners shed tears of joy.

However, dark times were approaching. The overseas empire of Noxus began landing troops in the northern provinces of Ionia, and the monks decided to take their young charges to safety before the invaders reached Galrin. They managed to negotiate with a merchant from Demacia, and Sona and several friends ended up on the ship. It was one of the last ships lucky enough to escape before the Noxian blockade of the western coast of Ionia began. Sona looked longingly at the receding shore, realizing that she would not be able to return to Ionia for many years - and maybe never at all.

After spending several months at sea, they arrived in Demacia, a foreign, inhospitable country where magic was viewed with suspicion. The Demacian monks were called Enlighteners. They did not worship any deities or spirits, but placed great importance on good deeds and tried to help strangers and those in need.

This is why Sona was adopted by the Buvelle family. Lord Barrett and his wife Lestara provided significant support to the Order of the Enlightenment and were prominent patrons of the arts in the capital. Their daughter Kahina accepted Sona as her own sister, and Lady Lestara also became very attached to the girl. The Demacian language is quite difficult to learn, but the Buvelle family developed a special sign language that allowed Sonya to easily communicate with her new family and friends.

However, she wanted to say much more. To express her gratitude to her new compatriots, she decided to please and comfort them with her gift. Sona returned to her music lessons with renewed zeal.

Soon word spread about her unsurpassed talent. Her performances enchanted listeners, bringing mourners into bliss and warlike ones into complete serenity... Lestara became interested in the mysterious instrument that could do this.

After extensive research in the libraries of the Enlighteners, she came to the conclusion that this was one of the legendary etval - an unusually rare curiosity today, made thousands of years before the founding of Demacia. If Lestara was correct, it was a magical item, and Sona's supernatural connection to the instrument was a dangerous gift. Lestara convinced the girl to keep it a secret so as not to attract unnecessary attention from the Demacian mage hunters.

Sona obeyed, although she could not understand why something that gives people peace was considered a threat.

Several years later, Lord Barrett Buvelle died in battle with Noxus at the Gates of Sorrow. Then Kahina took her father's sword and assumed his military obligations, and the inconsolable Lestara decided that the time had come for Sona to return to Ionia. They canceled all social plans and hit the road together.

Sona's music room, where they rehearse, is surrounded by many different musical instruments and papers with notes.

What masterpiece will we play today? The stage always attracts me. Even like this. Ha ha! I always get nervous before an important performance. Ah... The curtain rises. I'm ready. Hm. It looks like you are mentally damaged. A wrong note is just a fluke. Hear and feel everything around. I am inspired by both smiles and tears. I am ready to do anything for the happiness of performing in public. Life is a beautiful ballad. Hmm, which arrangement will convey the mood better? Feelings and love are the real tools. The symphony is endless. Art is a language understandable to everyone. The rhythm changes and so do we. Music is my voice. I awaken music in hearts. I am ready to play on any stage. But on some - only once. The melody will show the way home. Both kings and peasants love music. The right melody can warm people's souls. Don't be afraid to listen. Rhythms unite. I rehearse every day. A true masterpiece sounds like the triumph of life.