League Of Legends/Arcane: Earthbound

A/N:yes yes I know it's been 2 months since I've last posted a chapter and I apologize I had school exams all that bs but I am back and will be posting almost everyday like today I will be posting 2 more chapters and If you guys can spam those power stones.Enjoy the chapter

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Adam woke up to the sound of birds chirping, their melodic calls weaving through the soft rustling of leaves outside the small cottage. For a moment, he simply lay there, soaking in the warmth of the sun filtering through the window. It was the first time since arriving in this world that he'd felt truly rested. No nightmares, no aching muscles, no oppressive sense of danger looming over him.

He sat up, stretching, and glanced around. The fire in the hearth had long since burned out, and the house was quiet save for the ambient sounds of the forest. His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten properly in days.

"I should probably fix that," he muttered, pulling on his boots.

As he stepped outside, he was struck by the sight of a lush garden tucked behind the house. Vibrant flowers in hues of purple, blue, and gold bloomed in neat rows, their petals shimmering faintly with a magical glow. In the center of the garden, Morgana sat cross-legged on a patch of soft moss, her hands resting on her knees as she meditated. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her serene expression made her seem almost otherworldly.

Adam paused, not wanting to disturb her. Instead, he turned his attention to the garden itself. There was something calming about the space, the way it felt alive with energy yet peaceful. It reminded him of the small garden his mom used to tend back home, the one he and his brother would often ruin with their impromptu soccer games.

A thought struck him then—a way to repay Morgana for her hospitality.

"I could cook her something," he murmured to himself. The idea excited him. He hadn't had a chance to cook since arriving in this world, and while the ingredients here were undoubtedly different, he was confident he could make something familiar.

Determined, he grabbed his bow and headed out to forage. The forest was bountiful, and after some effort, he managed to collect eggs from a peculiar-looking bird's nest, milk from a docile creature that resembled a goat but with silvery fur, and some meat from a successful hunt earlier that week. With his spoils in hand, he returned to the cottage and got to work.

The kitchen was basic, but Adam made do. He found a flat stone to use as a griddle and set it over the rekindled fire. Mixing the eggs and milk with some flour he found in Morgana's pantry, he managed to whip up a batch of pancakes. The sausages sizzled alongside, their aroma filling the small space.

As the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, Adam heard a soft rustling behind him. He turned to see Morgana standing in the doorway, her purple eyes wide with curiosity.

"What is this?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of surprise.

"Breakfast," Adam said with a grin, plating up the food. "Or, well, my version of it. Thought I'd try making something from back home."

She stepped closer, her gaze shifting between him and the food. "The smell is... alluring," she admitted.

"Wait until you taste it," he said, setting the plates on the table. "Eggs, pancakes, and sausage. Simple but effective."

Morgana hesitated for a moment before sitting across from him. She picked up a piece of pancake, examining it curiously before taking a bite. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, Adam saw her expression soften into something resembling delight.

"This is incredible," she said, her tone almost reverent. "I've never tasted anything like it."

Adam chuckled, a mix of pride and relief washing over him. "Glad you like it. It's nothing fancy, but it's a taste of home."

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the soft clinking of utensils and the occasional chirp of forest birds filling the space. Eventually, Morgana set her fork down, her expression turning contemplative.

"You mentioned your home," she said. "Tell me more about it."

Adam leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant. "It's... different from here. No magic, no forests like this. Just cities, technology, and people. I grew up in a small town—quiet, simple. My brother and I used to spend our days hiking, playing games, and getting into trouble. He's the reason I'm trying so hard to get back. He probably thinks I'm dead."

Morgana tilted her head, her eyes softening. "You care for him deeply."

"He's my family," Adam said simply. "He's all I've got. I can't just... leave him behind, you know?"

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I understand. I, too, once had someone I cared for above all else. My sister."

Adam's brows rose. "You have a sister?"

Morgana's gaze grew distant, a flicker of sadness passing over her features. "Had," she corrected softly. "Her name is Kayle. We were close once, but... differences tore us apart. She followed the path of strict order and justice, while I believed in compassion and redemption. Our conflict became... irreconcilable."

"I'm sorry," Adam said, his voice quiet.

Morgana shook her head. "It was a long time ago. But the pain of losing her... it never truly fades."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared losses settling over them.

"Do you think it's possible?" Adam asked suddenly, his voice tinged with hope. "For me to find a way home?"

Morgana studied him for a long moment before answering. "Possible, yes. But the path will not be easy. The arcane that binds worlds is ancient and volatile. You would need a power great enough to tear through the fabric of reality itself—and someone who can wield it."

Adam's heart sank. "So, basically, I'm screwed."

"Not necessarily," she said, a small smile playing at her lips. "You have determination. That alone can move mountains. And while I cannot promise you answers, I can offer guidance."

"Guidance?"

She nodded. "The Silent Forest is vast, and its secrets are many. There may be something here that can aid you—or someone who can point you toward the answers you seek."

Adam straightened in his chair, a spark of hope reigniting within him. "You'd help me?"

Morgana's smile widened, though it carried a hint of sadness. "We are both lost souls, Adam. If I can ease your burden, even slightly, then yes—I will help you."

"Thank you," he said earnestly.

As the morning sun climbed higher, the two continued to talk, sharing stories of their lives and their struggles. For the first time in a long while, Adam felt a sense of connection—a reminder that even in a strange and dangerous world, he wasn't entirely alone.

As the morning stretched on, Morgana rose from her chair and gestured for Adam to follow her into the garden sanctuary. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting soft, dappled light over the vibrant flowers and strange glowing plants. Adam couldn't help but marvel at the serene beauty of the space, even as the weight of their earlier conversation lingered in his mind.

Morgana led him to a stone bench near a small, sparkling pond. The water shimmered faintly, as if imbued with magic, and the air here felt thick with energy. She turned to face him, her expression calm but serious.

"If you are to find your way home, we must prepare you," she said.

"Prepare me for what?" Adam asked, sitting down on the bench.

"For the trials ahead," Morgana replied. "The Silent Forest holds many dangers, and beyond its borders, the world will only grow more perilous. If you're to survive, let alone succeed in your quest, you'll need to strengthen both your body and your resolve."

Adam frowned, his gaze dropping to the sword at his hip. "I've been holding my own so far. Barely, but still."

"Survival is not enough," Morgana said sharply. "You need to thrive, to dominate those who would stand in your way. You carry potential, Adam, but it is raw and untamed. Let me help you refine it."

Adam met her gaze, seeing the earnest determination in her glowing purple eyes. He nodded slowly. "Alright. What do you have in mind?"

Morgana extended a hand toward the shimmering pond. As if responding to her will, the water rippled and rose, forming a series of glowing orbs that hovered in the air. They pulsed softly, like living things.

"These are memory stones," she explained. "They contain fragments of knowledge and experiences from those who came before. Through them, I can help you learn techniques, strategies, and even glimpses of magic. But be warned: the process is not without risk. Absorbing too much too quickly can overwhelm your mind."

Adam hesitated, the idea both thrilling and daunting. "Will this... hurt?"

Morgana tilted her head, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Growth often does. But the pain will pass, and the strength you gain will remain."

Taking a deep breath, Adam nodded. "Let's do it."

Morgana waved her hand, and one of the orbs floated toward him. It hovered inches from his forehead, radiating a gentle warmth.

"Close your eyes," she instructed. "And focus on your breathing. Let the stone guide you."

Adam did as she said, his heart pounding as the orb moved closer. The moment it touched his skin, a surge of energy flooded his mind. Images and sensations overwhelmed him—battlefields drenched in blood, the clash of steel, the hum of ancient magic coursing through the air.

He saw a swordsman fighting against overwhelming odds, his movements precise and deadly. He felt the weight of a bow in his hands, the tension of the string as he drew it back, the satisfaction of a perfect shot. And then there was fire—searing, all-consuming fire, both a weapon and a shield.

When the vision ended, Adam gasped, his body trembling as he opened his eyes.

"Holy... that was intense," he said, his voice shaky.

Morgana nodded, a hint of approval in her expression. "You've absorbed only a fraction of what the stones hold. In time, you will learn to harness the knowledge within them."

Adam flexed his fingers, feeling a strange new awareness in his movements. "This... this is incredible. Thank you."

"This is just the beginning," Morgana said. "Come. There is more to do."

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For the rest of the day, Morgana guided Adam through a series of exercises and drills. She corrected his stance, refined his sword strikes, and pushed him to his limits in archery. Despite her composed demeanor, she was a relentless teacher, demanding precision and focus at every turn.

By the time the sun began to set, Adam was drenched in sweat, his muscles screaming in protest. Yet he couldn't deny the progress he'd made. His strikes were sharper, his aim more accurate, and his understanding of combat tactics deeper than ever before.

As they sat by the pond to rest, Morgana handed him a flask of cool, refreshing water.

"You learn quickly," she said, her tone neutral but with a hint of pride.

"Thanks," Adam said between gulps. "You're a tough teacher, though."

She arched a brow. "Would you rather I coddle you?"

Adam chuckled. "Fair point."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the tranquil sounds of the forest surrounding them. Then Adam broke the silence.

"Morgana," he began hesitantly, "why are you helping me? You don't owe me anything, and you've got your own burdens to deal with. Why take the time to train some lost kid from another world?"

Morgana didn't answer immediately. She stared into the pond, her expression unreadable. Finally, she spoke.

"Perhaps I see something of myself in you," she said quietly. "A soul adrift, torn between worlds and searching for purpose. And perhaps... I believe you can achieve something extraordinary."

Adam blinked, taken aback by her words. "You really think that?"

She turned to him, her gaze piercing. "I do. But belief alone will not carry you forward. You must prove yourself worthy of the path you seek to walk."

He nodded, determination hardening in his chest. "I will. I promise."

Morgana's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. Then rest, Adam. Tomorrow, we continue."

As night fell over the Silent Forest, Adam lay on his cot, his body sore but his mind alight with possibility. For the first time since his arrival, he felt like he had a fighting chance—not just to survive, but to find his way home.