She lay in the darkness of the room, slender feet bare on the stone floor with her black curls in disarray. She rocked back and forth with her twig-like arms wrapped around a young man, cold in her embrace. She heard only her breathing, tremulous due the shaking of her lips and her body. Her face dripped, the pale white make-up and black eyeliner running together until she wore a gray mask. She took a deeper breath, trying to steady the dam of her eyes so that she could speak. "Forgive me, forgive me this transgression." Collapsing over the body with a shrill wail, she sobbed. "It should not have been you, no, no! Anyone else." She clutched the body, and hugged it as if it were alive.
Soon her sobbing subsided, and she let the ever-colder growing corpse drop to the tiles. She pushed herself to her knees, shakily beginning to stand. "You're quite finished?" She turned her head quickly to the voice, a solider of Noxus with his sword pointed directly at her. "I am to arrest you for the murder of my comrade." The woman looked down, unable to meet his gaze as she felt an anger rising within her.
"Comrade?" She raised her hands, which had begun to shake slightly, to touch the once-white and now bloodied dress that she wore. The man called him his comrade.
"Did I stutter? Recently signed to service, now dead. High hopes, the kid. Until you killed him. But as I said, you are under arrest for the murder of my comrade."
"It is not my fault." She whispered, her hands slowly balling into tight fists. This man--this invader of Ionia, of her homelands dare refer to him as his comrade. The boy was never meant to be a solider of Noxus, and that this soldier dare disrespect his memory served only to enrage her further. Her long, character-inscribed fingernails began to dig into her skin now, the knuckles of her hands turning a deathly white.
"The blood is on your dress. Now, don't tell me it wasn't your doing you damned wh-" With an ear-splitting shriek, the woman opened her hands and whipped her arms through the air. A sudden light erupted from her fingertips and tore the soldier's blade away, hurling it into the wall.
"It is your fault! All of you- each and every one of you foul beasts of men! You Noxians have made me kill my own son! My sweet boy is dead for your damnable invasion. Leave this place, now! Let your death be a message that the people of Shon-Xan will not wait!" The solider stumbled backwards, and several more armed men came down the stairs--likely back-up. They raced towards her with alarming speed, but they were no match for her rage. Large bolts of lightning had come from seemingly nowhere and sent them sprawling and crawling for the exit. The woman's eyes had begun to glow with an unearthly light, and a wicked wind had begun to ravage the house. "This place shall be your grave!" She raised her hands, and with another impassioned roar, she sent a blinding violet flame spewing from her fingertips. The soldiers screamed in agony as the fire raced through their bodies and to their minds, and they writhed on the ground in unimaginable torment.
The woman's dress had begun to fray from the storm of energy surrounding her, but she seemed to take no notice. She walked through the carnage; six Noxian soldiers lay bloodied in her cellar, some intact and some in pieces. She slowly walked up the stairs, as if some weight kept pulling her back to the ground and she had to fight it for even one step. The house itself began to tremble as stray blasts of magic struck its very foundations. More guards moved to stop her, having heard the ruckus, but as their swords came close she easily stepped aside and, hand like a blade, jabbed them in vital locations. Their bodies fell, conscious but paralyzed. She stepped outside the door of her house and turned, raised one hand, and then dropped it silently.
The entire building collapsed.
The wicked energy vanished in an instant, and she fell to her knees. She did not cry. The street was empty, as if a ghost-town. Although the light of the sun had only just sunk past the trees, it was curfew for Ionian citizens. She closed her eyes, lifted steady palms and pressed them together, fingertips facing the heavens. After a minute she stood and walked away.
To be continued.
"Eniana." The wind brushed past her, tugging and tickling at her hair as she wandered through the deep forest. The trees were old, and giant. They all looked the same, and she had no idea which way to go. She heard the whisper again, "Eniana." She had thought it merely the wind before, but each time the wind came she heard her name clearer and clearer.
She stopped walking, turning a full circle around herself in hopes to see whomever was calling her. She saw no one, and yet again, heard the voice. "Why...?" It sounded like her son, and she felt pain in her heart and wished to cry. She let her defenses lower, hoping that if she let her emotions overwhelm her that she could be rid of these tears that would not flow. But she did not cry. She let out a shaky breath, and turned to keep walking. Immediately as she turned, she saw the face of her son sinking into the bark of a tree. "No!"
She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she slowly reassembled the fortress in her mind. The mantra her sister had taught her as a child poured over and over from her lips, "I will feel nothing, and nothing shall come to pass. If I feel nothing, there will be no pain." After what felt like at least an hour of meditative speech, the emotions had gone. She opened her eyes, and began to think logically. She was lost, no doubt. The easiest way to ensure she wasn't going in circles would be to leave some sort of mark on the trees, or the ground, so that she could see if she'd passed such a way. She was a fugitive, however, and she knew someone was hunting her. The previous night she saw her pursuers in a vision whilst meditating, and she knew immediately she couldn't outrun them. And that very moment, she left the road and headed towards the forest.
The voice came unexpectedly, jolting her from her thoughts. The sound reverberated through the forest, and for a moment she thought she could see the very soundwaves in the air. After it left, everything seemed silent except for an incessant beating on the ground. It was a thumping that grew, and grew, and at the very thought of what it might be Eniana's throat tightened. She took a breath, and ran straight for one of the trees, leaping and running a few steps up the bark just high enough to grab a branch. She swung into the trees, and waited. She focused on an energy deep within her, and exhaled. Her eyes flickered a slight violet for a single second and her vision was tinted the same color. Afterwords, she knocked on the trunk of the tree. It made no sound. She sighed in relief.
She watched from above as a group of seven to ten highly armored Noxians on giant eyeless ostriches burst through the undergrowth, tearing it up by the roots. The beasts sniffed, squawking loudly and furiously as they ruffled their black and green plumage. A few men dismounted and began checking the bushes. Eniana pressed herself closer to the bark of the tree, holding her breath despite the spell of silence she'd cast. "They either lost her scent or she's here. The beasts seem to think the trail ends, but we can't find her, sir."
"You have looked for less than five minutes and you report? Unprofessional." She gawked, closing her eyes as the man's head was cleaved from his shoulders in but a second by a huge axe. The axe's owner placed the weapon on his back, his gruff features settled on a frown. His hair had been gelled back, although it sagged from sweat. He ran a leather-bound hand through his hair, raven color all-throughout aside from a small ashen tuft to the right of his widow's peak. One might, upon first glance, think it the mark of age, but truthfully the mark had been there since his birthing and the discoloration was his birthmark. A friend had once told him that the mark was because he'd be born an old soldier in a young man's body.
"Was that really necessary, Darius?" A woman's voice, cold and sharp.
"I suggest you mind your tongue, Deceiver."
"Until you grasp a title of higher authority, I suggest you watch yours."
"I don't need authority to rip out your trachea."
The conversation paused for a long moment, and Eniana was struck with an idea. If she set the forest on fire and ran, she could be rid of her assailants and get away alive. But no sooner than she had thought the idea did a violent gust of wind blow, and almost dance around her. You will do no such thing. Eniana shook her head, unsure of what voice had entered her mind. It did not matter, she had to get away from this place. She slowly began climbing higher in the tree, looking down every so often to see if she'd been noticed. While looking down, she grabbed a branch a bit too far out, and its movement sent a shower of leaves down onto the group below. "Oh. He wasn't wrong." Eniana heard the woman's voice and started to climb faster.
"Don't worry, dear Darius. I shall fetch her." The woman stood from her mount, removing the heavier pieces of her armor. "I do so hate steel." Darius looked down upon the heavily make-upped face, with its auburn eyes and blue-black hair, as she pulled a small cube from her pocket and pulled outwards from either side, her staff flourishing in a purple spark. It was just a bit over half her height, a shaft of black-grey metal with gold and silver ornaments. A mysteriously glowing crystal hovered at its tip, between a crescent-shaped head. She's almost as thin as her staff, and curvier. Darius remarked, silently, as he looked her up and down.
"Are you sure?" Darius had already begun to dismount, his axe ready.
"I usually detest doing things for myself, but I feel as though... I ought to stretch my legs." She raised her staff and disappeared in a blink of dark energy, reappearing on a tree-branch a few feet below Eniana. "Good evening. I trust you're doing well?" Eniana looked back, getting a good look at the woman's face. The Deceiver pointed her staff at Eniana and what looked to be a word in some ancient language became visible on the staff's crystal. With a flick of the staff, the sigil shot at Eniana with alarming speed. She jumped, trying to avoid it but it followed her and slammed into the back of her thigh with an arcane crackle. Eniana felt pain and heat rush through her body as if her soul had been set aflame. She stifled a scream by biting into her lip, climbing higher. She muttered as she climbed,
"I will feel nothing, and nothing shall come to pass. If I feel nothing, there will be no pain."
The sorceress was preparing another sigil in the staff, and it seemed more powerful, hissing with a more virulent power. Eniana stopped running, turning as the runic energy hurtled towards her once more. She spat out the blood from her lip, and thrust her hand towards the attack, reaching for the energy inside herself once more. She felt the energy take the shape of the Deceiver's spell from before, and then morph to some strange cold power. She let it fly, and the Deceiver let out a curse as she saw the counterspell cut through her own attack and slam into her. Her body went entirely numb and she lost her footing, plummeting straight downwards. Eniana turned, running along the thick branch she found herself on and leaping across trees to get away. It was all she could think. "Get away."
She grew tired as she sprinted through the trees, and eventually came back to the forest floor, coughing and spitting more blood into the brush. She touched her lip, wincing as she realized how badly she'd bitten it. She went to a tree and tore off some moss, holding it against her wound. It wasn't much, but it'd have to do. She closed her eyes, as the sting in her lip intensified and found that instead of blackness, she saw a river. The river ran towards the center of the forest and as her vision traveled with it she saw it stop at the foot of a large boulder. When she opened her eyes, she had a goal. She knelt down, sitting back on her heels to meditate.
Again I find myself saying, interesting. Ionia during the Noxian occupation. I haven't read a story like that before. I like your OC, too--she seems like a mix between Karma and some sort of mage. Could you post her champion concept? Your descriptions are excellent, both in setting and in the emotions of the characters. One thing that I would request is that you describe what Eniana looks like--contrive to have a wanted poster, or a mirror, or have her look into a lake. I find myself having a hard time visualizing her, unlike LeBlanc or Darius.
Don't stop! Keep going!
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it. And you're right, I've completely forgotten to describe her! I usually do something like that, where I forget to describe one particular character- usually the main one. As for a champion concept, I suppose I could make one. I haven't really thought about her as a champion at all, yet! I might go back in and edit some minor details to give a better picture of her earlier in.
The dappled light comforted Eniana as she wandered through the trees, feeling the roughness of their bark with her hands. She'd been searching for the river since dawn first broke, and as of yet had no luck. The wind had was silent, and she had begun to worry her vision was simply imagined. No matter how accurate her Sight has been, the mind is often influenced by desire and imagination is a true threat, especially when the vision is sudden and not during meditation. She rounded a tree, and kept going. She squinted in surprise as she saw what looked to be a thinning of the woods; they shouldn't have been ending here.
She spurred her pace, and she was soon faced with the glaring light of the sun, shining over an ebony wasteland. Fallen, half-burnt trees littered the landscape, and small black birds picked at armored corpses. She kept walking, arms poised in front of her like scimitars, hungrily awaiting a foe to decapitate. Some great darkness had tainted this battlefield, and she could feel its presence even now, watching her. Trekking further into the dead land, a prickling rose on the back of her neck like a hundred tiny, beady-eyed spiderlings crawling over her skin. She paused, glancing behind her, and as she did every single crow on the field cocked a head, shooting a volley of their gazes directly at her.
Eniana froze now, keenly aware that she was not alone. The crows began to shriek and flap their wings, waddling around on the dead bodies, and the woman's hands rose to a fighting position once more. "Speak your name! I will not be mocked by this mourning bird!"
Her voice echoed as the crows grew silent. Rounding about herself quickly, Eniana began to run toward the other side of the field, images of what could be a terrifying encounter filling her mind. She felt a shift in the air, and a moment later she tripped over a ridge in the ground she had not seen. She collapsed to the ground, unable to even properly break the fall. She heard a sloshing behind her and she turned to see something rising from the ground, which had become a strange bubbling mud. It was an extremely tall and slender azure-skinned beast, with three toes and lavender hair. Its eyes glowed cerulean, made hard to see by its hunched back and wide-brimmed pointed leather cap. It wore the bloodstained robes of a summoner, but Eniana had a feeling this creature did not work for the League of Legends.
"What corner of the Void spawned you?" Eniana stood, and deigning to flee, turned and began to sprint. The ground was suddenly yanked from beneath her feet, and she found herself upside-down, and the earth racing quickly away from her, fingertips illumined a deep blue.
"I didn't ask for your *****ing, Ionian." With a bored gesture, Eniana was slammed down as if the forces binding her to Valoran intensified ten-fold. She tried to stand, but the force continued to press upon her, squeezing the air itself from her lungs. The troll shuffled closer during her struggle, showing its broken and yellow teeth in a malevolent grin. She tried to mouth a plea of mercy as the sorcerer's mysticism continued to press upon her. Black and purple spots began to appear in her vision, and just as they did the pressure was gone, and she could hear only the troll's laughter.
"Who are you?" She croaked, rolling onto her back and clutching her chest and stomach like a lioness does her cub.
"I am called Pazuwik the Unbound. My people rightly fear me, as should you." She heard him invoke a series of runic phrases, various marks of scarification on his flesh rippling at each syllable. She suddenly found herself shooting into the air once more, and she twisted her body to hurl a blast of energy at his feet. Focused on his casting, he did not expect the retaliation, and blood poured from a gash in his thigh. He snarled angrily and she felt the strange spell on her release. She began to fall, and she saw him use the same magic to tear apart the earth, hurling boulders at her in spite of their weight. She contorted her form in the air to turn a head-on collision into a graze, but the other bit of rock smashed into her side, and before she could react a larger pillar of stone slammed into her ribs.
Eniana screamed as she felt, and heard, a crack in her torso. She went sprawling, landing in a pool of mud with a thump. "How does it feel? That which keeps you safe on your precious earth, killing you?" He lifted his hands, and he was enveloped in citrine light, beginning to fly. "My people fear what they do not understand. I think you understand, but you fear me anyway.
"Why do you fear me, Ionian? Is it because I attack you with no reason? No warning? No, it is something else. Do you fear me at all? Or is it... something else?" He began to chant again, and after a moment dragged his hands, like claws, towards the heavens. A train of stone spikes shot from the ground, racing towards Eniana with no sign of stopping.
Retreating within her mind, she visualized herself in a crystal prison, walls reflecting her fatigued figure. Her skin was light, ruddy umber, and her eyes pale blue with (in most light) tiny violet rings surrounding the eclipse of her pupils. Her nose was slightly crooked, and lips thin and cracked. Long, semi-curled ebony hair down to her shoulder-blades. She was 'tall as bamboo,' her mother used to say, but she was only just above average. Lean and muscled, she carried with her walk the grace of a dancer. She imagined herself reaching into the mirror--into the reflection of herself-- and freeing her last reserves of strength.
She rolled out of the way of the blast just in time, and swung her hand like a knife through the air, sending long streaks of violet thunder whistling at Pazuwik's face. The blasts were too fast for him, and she watched with satisfaction as the soul-wrenching birr caused him to thrash and flail in agony, sinking to the ground. As his arms flapped about, his undirected spell began to tear up the land around them, causing a storm of rubble. Eniana ducked quickly away from a flying corpse as the troll shrieked in madness, and raced towards him. Empowering her hands and feet with the very same inner power, her limbs became lightning incarnate. She laid into him with several punches and kicks before the pain in her chest grew too great. She fell to her knees whilst the land groaned, tearing and cracking as it seemed as if gravity couldn't hold it down. The black scar that had been in the earth was rising quickly into the sky. "THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE DEAL GENERAL!"
"Stop! Cease your rage, you mad witch! You'll kill us both!"
Eniana crawled towards the edge of their floating piece of earth, and she gaped as her would-be captors watched in awe from below. LeBlanc raised her staff, as if judging a transportation spell, but she put it back down. They were too far for her magic to reach them. Distracted by those below, she had not noticed the storm of magic's end. Eniana coughed blood into her fingertips, and turned to look at the troll, shivering on his knees. "Damn fool."
He turned to look at her, and snarled. "Noxians lie, they claimed you a weak thief 'carrying something precious.' You carry nothing I can see, and you are not weak." Eniana coughed once more, wiping the blood on the ground as her other hand rested on her chest. Her sons letter spoke true; they did not want her dead, then...
"They killed my son."
"Your human weakness does not concern me."
He lifted a hand, and she was dragged to his feet. "But your inhuman strength does.
"You know, there is a rumor among my people that to devour a strong foe will grant you that strength. I am far too educated to buy into such... dribble. But as anyone knows, every myth has a grain of truth." He cackled, stroking her face with one of his stubby fingers. "Let us get away from these traitorous Noxians." He muttered, and Eniana's hands and feet sunk into the earth. He raised his hands, and much of the earth around them fell away, leaving only what room they needed. She looked at the sky, muttering to herself, as she felt the winds against her cheek.
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