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A little girl with ragged blue hair is perched on the edge of a roof and trying to convince herself she could jump off. Behind her is the blue, blue sky. In front of her are her family, even if only one is by blood. They’ve all made the jump, everyone but her. Mylo and Claggar are complaining that she’s slowing them down… If only they knew that the entire fate of Piltover, and Zaun, lay at this moment. Maybe then they would not have rushed so much. Vi, with her shock of pink hair, is staring at the girl as if by speaking words into existence it could just become true.
“Powder, look at me- What did I tell you?” Vi asks.
That she’s ready. She is. She has to be. As the words leave Powder’s mouth she feels them become true, and her gray eyes steel with determination. Ready to fly she leans forwards, her shoddy boots scraping down the steep decline. Powder gets ready to jump.
And then she falls.