
Lulu
Finally, after what seemed forever, Lulu caught up with the faerie, whose name, she discovered, was Pix.
With a click of his tiny fingers, Pix turned her humble walking stick into a spiraling staff, and tossed it back to her.
Finally, after what seemed forever, Lulu caught up with the faerie, whose name, she discovered, was Pix.
With a click of his tiny fingers, Pix turned her humble walking stick into a spiraling staff, and tossed it back to her.
As magic begins to rise again, Morgana sees that dawn is nearly upon them.
She had become something entirely new, a lady of clockwork, and she needed to find where in the world's vast machine she might fit.
At dawn, she collected the key that wound her lungs, a single pulse from her ball welding it firmly to her back.
A master of ancient, forbidden sorcery, Vladimir is among the oldest enigmas of Noxus. He was present at the dawn of the empire, and has since woven his influence deep into its foundations… but he remembers little of those days.
Phillip Vargas
She took his hand, holding him fast. “We’ll start after dawn,” she said.
He sat back down on the sand, and they watched the sunrise.
Conor Sheehy
The pit was little more than smoke and embers now, glowing impotently as the sunrise approached.
Amoline looked for the dark eyes, and found nothing.
Aaron Dembski-Bowden
Many were the regrets that came with the pale, winter’s dawn, when the clarity of the unmelting snows returned through fading hangovers.
As soon as she opened herself to the magic, it poured over her, the stone leaping to her fingertips, bringing both the canyon wall and the beast down on top of her.
The next morning, Taliyah’s panicked father tracked the skittish bleats of the goatling.
The five of them were cocksure and preening, as though it was beneath their dignity to even present themselves in the Hall of Blades in answer to her challenge.
Dawn cast angled spars of light through the lancet windows, and the pale marble shimmered with the reflections of those who had come to see a life ended.
Afterward, with eyes alight and tone inscrutable, he said farewell, stating he would be moving on tomorrow “to watch the lotuses bloom.”
At dawn, Hwei and his fellow artists awoke to a series of tragedies.
First: four historic paintings, destroyed.
Isa Mari De Leon
Around us sweltered a painted fire with flames the color of daybreak. Its golden core beat with pain—with every wound his weapons had ever inflicted.
“TAKE TWO OF THESE AND TALK TO MUNDO IN MORNING,” the purple monstrosity said as he tossed a bonesaw into the drunk’s back.
Ryan Verniere
“We can reach Astrologer’s Tower before dawn. But we’ll have to climb,” said the boy.
****
The tower was close.
Shunned by his brothers, Yorick found himself alone again.
One morning, as he tended to his duties in the cemetery, Yorick was interrupted by the sight of a pitch-black cloud roiling across the surface of the Blessed Isles, devouring everything in its path.
Michael Luo
Snow falls all morning, blanketing the earth in fresh coats of white. One by one, feathery flakes trickle from the sky, gently at first, and then rapidly in unison.
John O'Bryan
“He’s coming for your consultation in the morning,” said Augutha, as she walked up the stairs toward her bedroom.