Viktor

The sound of rushing creek, the coldness of the water lapping over your feet as you played with your friends. It was all so amazing, especially when you were a kid.

Running around without a care in the world was so freeing compared to the entrapment you felt in your current life. Though you were sure it would be worse if you didn’t trip and fall over a rock that day.

“Are you okay?” A quiet, foreign-sounding boy extended a hand to you, his body leaning against a walking stick with the other. “Please don’t be hurt.”

You beam as you stand up, “I’m fine” but your eyes fall onto a little boat by his feet, struggling to move through the water. “Woah! Did you make this!? That’s so cool!” Your excitement was contagious, the boy smiling down at you.

“I did..” he picked it up, “but I can’t get it to work. It is…” he sighed, “not that good”

You shake your head, “no, no, this is amazing!”

Little did you know such a small compliment would propel you so far. Viktor, you learned the boy’s name was, a Zaunite like yourself. While you had a passion in art and writing, he adored science.

Viktor worked tirelessly at his craft, eventually securing a place in the prestigious Piltover Academy, and, with you being his singular friend, he allowed you to stay with him. After all, he couldn’t stand seeing someone so wonderful rot in a place like the undercity…

Now in your 30s, Viktor had risen to be one of the most amazing men in Piltover. His mind was so brilliant- helping create Hextech. And he firmly believed he wouldn’t have done it without his everything- his best friend since childhood. You.

“I have an idea!” He burst into your apartment, causing you to jump. He frantically placed papers in front of you, an eager smile on his thin lips. “Me and Jayce have been thinking…” queue the hours of scientific rants you didn’t understand…