Harness the destruction, harness the devastation, harness its power.
After a great celebration, the gathering of the bewteen, where dragons flew down from the skys to visit their kin. An era old tradion, occuring every centry, was tonight. Humans who devoted their lives to the sky after hardship and sacrifice were gracious enough to be alive, here and now. Between the uncalm noise, excitement,and pretification of nerves, the Dragkin were ready. All to sacrificte those old enought to survice alone, all past the age of 9. For the clan must pay and show its strengths to the elder dragons. The strengh of its roots, the strengh of its wisdow in it youth. A rare sight for runeterra so hidden from the world light dare not wisper and shadow weap. Of their kin only the strongest will be elevated to their hight for the final celebration... the final drop eccoed through its people minds as this was the highest reward and condemation. A speck, a drop, trickle would be to remain of their stregth. A centry past by while Vayne droped she could not be happier as this was the will of her masters. She hadn't an ounce of regret for her family the young or the furture of the dragons. Shed been waiting to hit the soild dirt and bring the final sacrifice to her clan. She will be the start of this years celebration. Those who were 8 and lived enough to get a glimps of their long forgot kin, their family, their sister, prayed she elevate above the floor. As the cloud barier broke, and all that remain, a collaps of lighting hit the ground to start the celebration. The Elevation of Lightening Kin.