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Perina's DiaryYep,that's what I told myself.
Sobbing's limited to losers and girls.
I guess I'm a loser.
"'The wind blows the seeds of hatred,my lovelies.
In time,they'll bloom into flowers of darkness.Flowers of the nether.'"
Not what you want to hear on your wedding day.But those are the words he spoke,and those are the words I live by.
To tell the truth,this League thing sure beats the Southern Isles.
It's brighter,livelier,most of the plants aren't alive and there's less dieing.Apparently,to pretty much everybody here,the Southern Isles are a tropical Archipelago blessed with beauty and cursed with my husband,Fiddlesticks.But they've got it all wrong.
It's like a dead swamp.
The soil is the decay and rot that is the bodies of millions.
The water is their blood.
The trees are their bones.
The crows are their misery.
And my husband is all of this mixed together,with a dash of common sense and emotion,though it is questionable.
I'm just a girl
Perina's LorePerina's Lore
At the age of thirteen Perina struck a deal with Fiddlesticks,the Harbringer of Doom:
She was to become his bride in exchange for her village's eternal protection from the Demacian and Noxian troops that would arrive to pillage the humble dwellings of the residents weekly.The Creature accepted the deal and stole her away to his world of Nether and hate.Pelineia DeSami was re-baptised Perina and was to remain at her monstruous husband's side during her life in the Shadow Isles.
To ensure his 'lovely' bride never attempted to run away,he cursed her with his devilish mark of the Shadows,disfiguring her and causing her to become a pale creature of the shadows. Content with his handiwork, Fiddlesticks joined the League of Legends as entertainment for himself.
In a hidden attempt to free herself from the cruelties of the Shadow Isles, Perina joined the League hopping that she could find the Fields of Justice as amusing as her 'beloved'.
Only three words could d
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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