Between Light and Shadows
Joey Yu
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“Your role shall be Coursing the Sun—to shine the light of our judgment, and be the force that mediates between that light and its shadows.” 
Prayer to a Crumbling Shrine
Rayla Heide
The pine trees grew closer together, so much that the light of the noonday sun had diminished to a glimmer amongst the shadows. 
One Last Show
Katie Chironis
The courtyard of the Argentine Inn had a particular waft to it that brought the ache of memories long past: a hundred concerts, a thousand faces lit by lantern light, and—most painful of all—a time when things were simpler and happier in Demacia. 
Aatrox
Remade as one of the Ascended, his wings were the golden light of dawn, and his armor sparkled like a constellation of hope from beyond the great veil. 
Gnar
Heaving itself up from the newly opened abyss, it bore huge horns, whipping tentacles, and a single eye, burning with strange light that made the fur on Gnar’s back crawl. While some mortals fled at the sight, he began to feel an odd pain in his chest—it was like the thought of losing his boomerang, or never being hugged again.
Hecarim
A blastwave of magical force tore across Helia, shattering every last building and leaving the fragments suspended in searing un-light. In its wake came the Black Mist, a billowing hurricane that dragged every living creature it touched into its shrieking, roiling embrace.
Syndra
The foundations of the temple shook. The morning light seemed to pale. Syndra rose from the floor, as her frustrations surged within her.
Nautilus
When Nautilus returned to the surface, they would make their silly sacrifice.
As Nautilus sank, the light above dimmed, and all grew quiet, the man’s own breath the only sound echoing in the iron suit.
Twisted Fate
Indeed, he was imprisoned with great fanfare too many times to count, yet no cell ever seemed able to hold him for long; Twisted Fate was always gone with morning’s light, leaving only a mocking calling card to confirm he had ever been there at all. 
Ensemble
Rayla Heide
Below us, the iron pinnacles of Zaun’s towers and green glass cultivairs glitter like candles in the dimming light. The Howl whirs and creaks as its cranks spiral down against the three towering beams, weighted down with iron, steel, and glass.
The Unexpected Spark
Michael Luo
And everyone’s a victim.
A flash of blue light erupted behind her, stopping Zeri in her tracks.
“Hey, nice work.”
Hollowspun
Dana Luery Shaw
Her wrists are surrounded by violet light, until they’re not. Invisible again.
She fires on the Callers.
Diana
Diana realized this presence could only be one of the legendary Aspects… and she had been chosen as its host.
When the light dissipated, her mind was again her own. Diana found herself clad in armor, holding a crescent blade, and hair once dark hair now gleaming silver.
Akshan
Shadya was a member of the Sentinels of Light, an ancient order committed to fighting Harrowings and eradicating agents of the Black Mist. 
Aurora
Having come across a number of spirit walkers as she traversed the Freljord, Aurora sought their advice, believing their ability to channel spirits may shed some light on what plagued her wayward companion. However, they too were at a loss, suggesting she find Udyr, the tundra’s most powerful spirit walker.
Ivern
It was a truly colossal tree, dripping with long gossamer leaves that shimmered with golden-green light. It was magic like nothing he had ever felt before, and it was clear these inhuman creatures would die to protect it. 
Taric
Before him stood something wearing the shape of a man, though its almost crystalline features blazed with the light of the stars themselves, and its voice was a thousand whispers that cut through Taric like a blade. 
The Mountain
For a handful of others, however, the summit is said to be veiled in a cascade of shimmering light, through which wonders and far-distant vistas can be glimpsed, the bewildering, tantalizing visions of a mythical domain beyond.
Child of Zaun
Ian St. Martin
The light will reach the Promenade—Zaun’s highest level—but won’t be much more than a glimmer any lower than that. 
Sisterhood of War Part II: The Unquiet Dead
Ian St. Martin
The runesmith’s sword was drawn, and faint traceries of emerald light ghosted across the surface of the blade.
“What was all that?”