Hello everyone, Pepsilicious here(: . Or you might know me as the author of A Sorcerer's Reasons.
Well, Lulu x Veigar isn't going out so well for me so I thought maybe I could write about another pairing that I'm fond of, and I came up with this.
Also, I figured there was going to be less fight scenes in the story so I put one in the prologue, just to have you guys know what's going on between Demacia and Noxus and how Lux and Ezreal met. (Note: Draven is awesome.)
I would love feedback in response to this, and in my honest opinion I thought that I did better in this FanFic. Buuuttt it's your guys' opinion so I would love your reviews(:
Happy reading, enjoy ^_^ ~
Illuminating the Heart: The Ambush (Part 1/2)
The Lady of Luminosity allowed herself a massive sigh and found herself automatically twirling her baton in front of her sitting position once more. She patiently sat on her bed in her cozy room for countless hours, awaiting the news on her older brother's health. Curious of her atmosphere's vibrations, her eyes shifted from the cream carpet to the grandfather clock and she could not expell the ticking noise out of her mind. It was irritating indeed, she thought.
The door then unexpectedly opened as Lux halted her repeating actions and shot upright in reaction to the occurrence. Her tense grip on her baton loosened up a bit as Shyvana appeared in front of Luxanna, greeting with a dipped head. Lux sighed of relief and slouched back onto her bed, directing her eyes at her hands.The flamed-armored woman narrowed her eyes and examined the prodigy's complexion, discovering bags of drowsiness under her eyes. The Half-Dragon approached her and sat down beside her on the bed.
"Shyvana, how is he?" Lux remained calm and made the choice to inquire her information.
"Garen, fortunately, will be alright. Though his extreme cost of energy from battle had caused him incredible exhaustion. He will need about a few more days of rest," Shyvana explained as she looked at the blonde with concern, "You will be able to see him again soon."
"I understand," Luxanna responded and stood upright with her baton still held within her grasp.
"Now that I know he's okay I guess I can relax at ease now." She smiled, "Thank you for coming by, Shyvana."
"It's no problem at all, my pleasure to assist you." The Half-Dragon mimicked her actions with a smirk and headed straight for the door. She glanced back at the blonde and tipped in an advice before she turned the knob to walk out, "I suggest you take a day's rest. You look like you've been up all night doing meaningless paperwork."
Shyvana pivoted her head back forward and shut the door with a light slam, leaving Lux all by herself again in her own bedroom. A few seconds later, Luxanna could faintly hear Shyvana stepping down the stairs in a rhythmic pattern, and perceived the front building door shut. Lux folded her arms and sighed with defeat as she mindlessly dropped herself to her resting spot again. The Half-Dragon was correct, she did require rest. Slumberous emotions already engulfed her, and yet she wanted to take in some fresh air before she ended her day, since the prodigy didn't dare to leave her home until she was informed of her sibling's condition. But it wouldn't hurt to just go out on a walk for a few moments, she persuaded herself. Lux decided to head out for just a bit before she'd return home and obtain a good night's sleep.
The Lady of Luminosity swung her wardrobe doors open and retracted her Spellthief uniform. Lux realized that the night would be chilly out, and thought that she should equip something warm and easy to move around in. Her pulled out uniform was a good example, she thought, and she smiled with satisfaction. Lux excluded the potion carriers and belt pouch, considering that she was only going to use them during a battle and not a stroll. She unequipped her entire armor except for the dark blue overall that she kept underneath, and glided her beige and purple hood through her head after switching her skirt to her coffee-colored pants. Her hand simply reached for her belt without guidance and easily secured it around her waist. Lux swapped her Demacian boots with her Spellthief's pair and slicked them on foot by foot. After changing, Luxanna messily left her pile of armor on her bed and figured that she'd stuff it all in her closet when she returned. Bringing the hood over her blonde hair and picking up her baton, she opened her bedroom door and quickly paced down the stairs. Reaching to her front door, Luxanna automatically opened it and swung the door behind her, swiftly bringing out her key to lock her house. She slipped the key into her back pocket as she exited her home, and started off her stroll with a humming tune down the familiar path.
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The night became darker as usual, and the only source Luxanna could use for guidance at this time was the moon. She pictured it in the night sky, round as ever, ruling Demacia's ground. Lux switched her view to the speckled stars surrounding the full moon, and they were no match to twinkle brighter than its domain. Seeing the vicinity to be quite gloomy, The Lady of Luminosity halted in her steps in front of a nearby inn. She took a gander at the shops, seeing all of them closed and empty, and an instinct suddenly urged her to backtrack. It was remote in the area, and it seemed quite a bit of unsafe in the girl's perspective to be present at the town square. Lux desired the information of time, regretting the fact that she had forgotten her Demacian wristwatch that Garen had gifted her for her birthday, and there was no clock or sundial in her presence. She predicted that the current time was around midnight, before Luxanna shrugged and pivoted her direction in a 180 motion, viewing the path she recently strode on.
An alleyway not far from Lux's current location was about to pass by in her view. But what she didn't catch then was the unfamiliar groans and different tones of cackling she unexpectedly listened to. Luxanna let out a brief gasp despite the horrors of what her silly mind pictured at night, but to her puzzlement no shouts were heard. She shook her head with a hand placed on her forehead, disappointed at her poor conscious and chuckled as she retrieved her hand and continued walking.
It must be my imagination, she thought with little apprehension.
The sudden laughter did put a halt to itself for a little while, as Luxanna turned her head to follow the pathway she was previously working on, and took in the peaceful sound of crickets rubbing their wings. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, and continued walking with the sounds of her Spellthief boots knocking against the cement ground.
But a male scream had broke the night's silence apart and sliced through the horrors of the prodigy's fantasized imagination, making the wide-eyed Lux pivot in a swift motion. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, darting them around, indeed curious and partly afraid of what troubles there may be at this time in Demacia. Her head turned in many different directions, trying to be in pursuit of the mysterious noise. Then in a paranoid stance, Luxanna spun her baton once, readying her position and with each precise step cautiously moved to the alleyway as a quick guess of the scream's whereabouts. Twice now, that she spun the baton after picking up the noise of a horrifying guffaw, making Lux feel uneasy. This was no imagination trick at all, it was a real scream back then, and her prediction of the sound's location was correct. Luxanna figured that she should pursue the abnormal sounds and end this ridicule madness. Who knew for such a short walk, it could bring her such trouble on the way back? She entered the dark alley and peered at nothing but complete darkness. Lux glanced back at her previous location and decided to keep going for the safety of Demacia. She didn't want any harmful beings or ambushes lurking around in the streets of her precious home. And if she went home now and discovered dangers in the city the next day, it would probably be her fault of not scouting the area. It was then three times now that she whirled her baton after turning her head forwards, and now she changed her pattern by flipping the baton to and fro between her fingers. Her body was succumbed to the darkness, but the moon stood high above Demacia, barely presenting light in the passageway. It was little, but it was all Lux could use to guide herself in the unfamiliar zone. Her hands, though, were soon forced to feel the walls for guidance as soon as Lux went deep enough for the moonlight to fade away.
By the time Lux approached the end of the shady corridor, she could scarcely perceive abrupt voices, each demanding for an idea then picking up painful screams, followed by cruel laughter. In reaction to them, Lux halted in her steps with her back against the cold, hard wall. The Lady of Luminosity carefully exposed her cheek out the clearing against the edge of the wall by the time she had caught up with the abnormal screams, attempting to eavesdrop on a conversation.
"I am telling you, I have nothing!" A male voice that Lux somehow recognized cried out of desperate truth, "You took everything I carried along this trip, what more do you want from me?"
Unable the visualize the conversation between the unknown duo due to the pitched black area, and suddenly craving for information, Luxanna retreated her facial exposure, and quickly invented a clever idea of using her special ability with light. She wasn't named the Lady of Luminosity for nothing, obviously. Even without the sunlight, she was able to use the spectrum of light from her baton to create a shadow of the strangers' movements. But it would have a high cost of energy for her magic to perform.
Slowly and carefully, she twirled her baton in a rapid rotation where her hand was moving in a circular motion. A minor level of brightness appeared as a ball of light in front of Luxanna's very eyes. She hoisted the ball up near the side of her eye and at a risky rate, she aimed with precision and shot it out in front of her where it would be vulnerable to the the strangers' vision-- unless if she concealed it with an illusion. Using nearly half of her skills to combine her magic, Lux roped in a blanket of light in an act as a wall to shelter the future impact before the ball exploded. The wall of light shielded the minor burst, silent as it was, and sent Lux the perfect view of what she wanted to see on the opposite wall of her, just like a mirror but in dark figures. Though what Lux was viewing in her illusion was the complete opposite of what she was expecting. Lux widen her eyes, mesmerized at the revealed figures, and motionlessly gapped at the two men arguing over lies and excuses.
"Hmph, you're a stubborn guy aren't cha?" Draven, being the jerk he was, towered over the helpless Ezreal as he forced the tip of his axe at the edge of the boy's neck within a blink of an eye, trapping him against the wall, "Tell me where the Demacian secrets lay and I'll let you go, fool."
Lux replaced her horrified expression with a look of anger and furiousness. She clenched her fists so hard, her nails were about to cut an open injury upon her palm, and Luxanna cursed violently under her breath.
"Noxians, I should've known.." Luxanna hissed at a low volume and continued to watch the unfortunate presentation, "They'll have to go through me if they want the hidden files."
"I am not a fool, nor do I carry the knowledge of Demacia's secrets. And even I did, I still wouldn't say anything to a spineless Noxian like you!" The blonde remarked.
Draven wrinkled his nose with a lurched ear and smashed his upper arm between Ezreal's collar bone and throat, caging him in such an afflictive way that the Prodigal Explorer shrieked of unbearable agony. Lux, in reaction to the sight, winced her eye with repulsion and turned her head away, forcing the terrible thought out of her conscious. Once the yelling had vanished, Lux faced her head back towards the illusion and unexpectedly discovered the moonlight upon her current inhabitance. She looked up at the moon. It glistened beautifully, bathing its cool environment on Lux's pale face as it directly overlooked in the clearing where the girl would be able to picture the two males clearly now. Seizing the opportunity to bring more knowledge to her head, her face approached the corner of the corridor and she carefully exposed her cheek once more. After finally being able to spectate the duo standing in front of one another from across her illusion, Luxanna shifted her vision to Ezreal, to which in reaction of seeing his face, she expanded her eyes in complete terror, inhaling a light gasp.
Ezreal's face was scarred, badly, and his left eye was bruised from possibly a brutal punch. The back of his neck where his hair covered his skin had blood stains, and Ezreal's goggles had one of the sights chipped off. His right hand that bore his mystical glove seemed to be in function. But it assumed to Lux that he was unable to cast anything during the moment, since his hand was twitching of maybe serious pain and that he could not move it in a certain way. His dark-colored clothes were torn and ragged, literally, and scrapes and bruises were scattered everywhere on his vulnerable skin. The female mage immediately turned her head away with her hands buried in her face, in reaction to the sight of a friendly appearing to be so brutally beat up. Tears nearly streamed down her cheeks in reaction to the horrifying scene, but she declined the offer of being humiliated to herself and determined to stay courageous. Her hands were torn off of her face and she hastily wiped off the tears that managed to escape her eyes. Lux faced her attention at the illusion once more and continued spectating on what would happen next, making an effort to bring as much information to her head as possible.
"Hah! Trying to slip away now, are we?" The Glorious Executioner gifted Ezreal an evil grin and prodded the piercing tip of his axe deeper into his neck, just on the verge of drawing blood, "Well since you won't spill the beans I guess you aren't any use to me anymore. Perhaps you shall entertain me while we're here, in a bloody way?"
Draven furrowed his eyebrows and widen his grin at its maximum size. He appeared to be very evil now, and it seemed he was not holding back. The Noxian ripped off the prodigy's glove as he flinched, preventing him from casting any spells and harshly threw it over near Lux's presence, where it crossed her wall of light. The Lady of Luminosity glanced from the clearing to the glove, curious of the current consequences, where it laid right ahead of her position. A sudden urge from her conscious fixed her attention on Ezreal's glove, and she decided to crouch down towards the wall of light and uphold it within her slim fingers. Luxanna held the dirty glove in her hand, dusting off the dirt that it picked up with her other hand and inspected its details with an interested look. The blue aura that she understood of on his accessory had a split crack in the middle, and it's light that was usually in function had faded away. The girl held the glove close to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. She could not handle seeing Ezreal bullied like this, nor anyone else, especially by a Noxian, and she commanded herself to do something before it was too late. Lux peered back at Draven and Ezreal's conversation, trying to search for the right time before making an appearance.
(Continue to next post for Part 2)
Illuminating the Heart: The Ambush (Part 2/2)
Ezreal scowled with a mutter of cursing under his breath, beginning to give up on his life and prepared to brace for the Executioner's finishing blow.
"Speak up, geek. I would like to hear your last words before you die upon my name," he mocked with an even wider smile and readied his killing blow, "Draven does it all!"
The Executioner grunted in reaction to his thrust of an effort of slicing the boy's head off. Though his attack never went through.
"What?" Both Draven and Ezreal murmured at the Noxian's failed attempt.
A transparent shield soon revealed itself, surrounding Ezreal as its outside perimeter bursted into a minor explosion, protecting the victim inside. Draven released his clasp on the Prodigal Explorer and staggered backwards with a winced eye. He stood in shock of his defeated attack and looked over towards Lux's illusion of where the shot of light had appeared from. Of course, there was nothing there in his perspective, but he noticed something to be quite unusual. The glove that he flung from Ezreal's hand was not there anymore, and Draven paced near Lux's location for an inquiring scout with his hands wielding his axes in a tight grasp. But his action was a bad idea to the Lady of Luminosity.
As he came closer with a spinning blade upon his fingers, Lux immediately flung out a Light Binding and trapped Draven in his place. Ezreal stared in awe at his unknown miracle save and meaninglessly stood there with his injures still vulnerable. He attempted to speak with his mouth open, but failed miserably as his knees refused to cooperate and he collapsed in reaction of his major injuries, clasping onto his stomach with a twitching eye. The Prodigal Explorer coughed harshly from Draven's recent blows as he managed to wipe off the blood stain on the side of his mouth with struggling movement. Lux, on the other hand, easily slipped out of her illusion and canceled her magic during the process, forcing Draven an excited beam and a raised eyebrow as if he was extremely glad to see the Lady of Luminosity. The shadows that were previously dancing on the wall had now disappeared and the snare on the Noxian was soon to be worn off. She stared at the Executioner, observing that he wrapped a headband around his wild brown hair, and bore a ridiculously long mustache.
Draven scoffed as he eyed the Lady of Luminosity, "Well, well, well, what have we here? A little girly friend to escort you back home?" Draven taunted Ezreal without planting an eye on him.
He focused his attention on Luxanna, "Well, I'm afraid that's not the case here, little Demacian. You'll just cause even more trouble for Noxus. But on the contrary here, why not stay with us and play?" The Glorious Executioner chuckled in a low voice and was about to activate his Blood Rush.
Lux huffed a pant and tightened her grasp on her baton and Ezreal's glove with puckered eyebrows. Ezreal expanded his eyes towards the sight of his own glove concealed in the girl's hands. How did she acquire it, he wondered, and turned to adjust his position. Lux stuffed the boy's item away in her back pocket and used her free hand to ready a battle stance. She drew in a few breaths, before she sensed the smell of sewage water and prepared for any incoming attacks.
"Let Ezreal stay out of this," she ordered and threw a hand at her side, throwing a few trustworthy glances at her prodigal friend.
"You wanted Demacia, right? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but you have the wrong guy," Luxanna declared with grit teeth emphasizing that Draven meaninglessly held Ezreal as hostage, and steered her vision and baton in his personal space, "You know for a fact I'm a Demacian don't you? Then if you do, I'm your first opponent." She added and narrowed her eyes with determination.
Draven utterly stood there with a blank expression. Blood Rush had already worn off before the Noxian could make a move, and the axes in his hands grew a tighter grasp before Draven began laughing heartily at the prodigy's sentence. He thought of it as a joke, a meaningless, weak statement that made him laugh his gut off. His chest rose up and down as he continued chortling, and Lux peered at him with disgust.
"You," Draven calmed down from his outburst and pointed a finger at her as he spoke between chuckles, "A weak little girl like you, challenging me to a duel? Oh, this is rich! I should tell Darius about this when I return!" The Noxian slapped a hand on his forehead as he burst into another round of laughter, "And they talk about perfection in the Noxian military, oh please my friend, I have all that."
Draven smirked at the Lady of the Luminosity with a taunting facial expression, "Oh but don't be jealous. I'm here to serve pain!"
Seizing the chance of the distraction to attack, Lux threw out another Light Binding and flung a strike of light at him for a brief explosion on his stomach. Most shots had inflicted him, but didn't do enough major damage. This guy's tough, she thought, at least that attack had stopped his abnormal laughter. Draven wavered a step back at her sudden attack and smirked in return of her spells.
"Oh my, is the little Demacian mad at Draven?" The Noxian cooed with a mocking tone, "Let's play a game shall we? See if you are worthy of a fight, maybe more amusing than the Might of Demacia?"
"Leave speak of my brother like a fool!" Luxanna shot him a deadly glare, a glare that she rarely presented people. But she used that facial expression when she was angered, and **** right the girl was furious.
Lux summoned Lucent Singularity and had the spell projectile between his feet. Draven, however, activated Blood Rush and dodged it right before it exploded, tossing an axe at her with his superior agility. The Lady of Luminosity casted her shield just in time to deflect it as the axe ricocheted, and she charged at Draven for a close encounter. At the last moment when she was near face-to-face with him, Lux dropped on her back and kicked Draven's legs to trip him on his stomach. With a quick swerve, the girl dodged his fall by spinning on the filthy water and promptly stood back up, heavily weighted by the muddy water that the underwater sewer leaked. Her pants and boots were soaked, but that wasn't going to stop her from fighting.
Draven stood upright with ease as if that attack had done nothing, and threw a spinning axe at the mage. Lux scarcely dodged it in time and thought to herself that she had to finish him off before her energy ran out, but at the same time she didn't dare to give up yet. Lux took a step back and tossed out a snare to trap Draven once more.
After it snared him--which didn't do much-- the Noxian retorted aloud, "How long are you going to keep this up, eh? My grandma hits harder."
But her perseverance signaled to her that she wasn't done yet. During the period while Draven stood still inside her Light Binding, Lux flung another Lucent Singularity and popped it as both of her lights exploded on his body. Small scratches appeared on his tan skin and the Noxian didn't even care for his health. He just wanted to win with recognition, and he knew he was best out of all the fighters in Valoran.
The Glorious Executioner knelt down with an evil grin as he crossed his axes with a forceful toss, "Stand aside! Got axes, need victims!"
Lux hopped back with an attempted dodge, having no other direction to head after sensing the surrounding walls blocking her positioning space. Unfortunately for her, the axes hit and had put quite an impact on the prodigy. She feebly dropped her self and her baton with debilitation. Her magic failed her, and she felt as if life was slowly slipping away from her very soul. Her waste of magic that she had recklessly casted on the Noxian had done no damage at all, they had only scratched him. Though Lux grew a tight fist to command herself to keep fighting. With a hand moderately picking up her baton, she swung out her snare at the pacing Noxian once more and casted another Lucent Singularity. The Executioner easily dodged both of her spells, increasing his attack and movement speed and nearly sprinted towards the helpless Mage.
With no other choice but to use her last spell, Lux used her baton as support to stand upright. As her body wobbled from her drenched clothing and exhaustion, she gathered up all of her energy into one point when the Lady of Luminosity jumped up in the air and cried out the name of her cherishing home. A beam of colorful lasers shot out from the center of the baton and had, thankfully to the girl, shot the Noxian directly in the chest just above where his heart was located. The Glorious Executioner widen his eyes with bewilderedness and immediately stopped dead in his Blood Rush tracks. Draven tore off the usual grin on his face and brought his head down to where he visualized oozed blood leaking through his clothes. He placed a hand on his wound and didn't twitch any part of his body of pain a single bit. Instead, he retrieved his hand and began cackling all over again.
Lux puckered her eyebrows with such mesmerization and confusion, then suddenly fell on her knees from using too much magical energy on her opponent. The Lady of Luminosity crawled backwards against the corner of the corridor and widen her eyes in horror. Draven picked up an axe and threw it in the direction of Lux as he began pacing towards her. The thrown axe had flew right past Lux's perspective and was stuck on the wooden fence exactly an inch away from the prodigy's eye. Her body shuddered in terror, urging herself to get up and survive. Luxanna wavered as she stood upright, continuing to back away while the Noxian remained restless as he moved towards her. That evil grin still lurked upon his hideous face, and he snickered with the thought of the fun joy of killing Lux. Slicing her skin apart, sensing the taste of her blood, and watching and hearing her cry and scream in pain. Draven began spinning his axes through his wrists and was prepared to cast an upcoming attack.
"My turn, sweet cheeks!" Draven called out and tunneled his blades through the ground as they both spun rapidly, targeting Luxanna.
Lux widen her eyes with shock and just barely dodged his first attack and tumbled on the muddy floors with splats of dirt on her face. Attempting to stand up again, the heavy mud that had collected in her clothes prevented her from standing up straight. As the ground rumbled with extreme vibrations and Lux sensed the axes returning, she clenched her fists with anxiousness and made an effort to dodge to the opposite side as fast as she could. Unfortunately, she didn't make it. Luxanna's right leg was spilling out blood and she shrieked of great agony as she crashed into another mud puddle.
"Yes! That's it! Scream and cry of pain!" Draven guffawed after his axes returned to his existence.
It's cant be, Lux thought, I used every spell on him I could.
She would have used another Finales Funkeln if only she didn't use so much magic on her illusion. Luxanna repeatedly shook her head and refused a let out a tear, a sniffle, or a whimper, knowing that her death would turn out this way, but she understood that she would be loyal because she had fought for Demacia, her home. She feebly laid on the dirt ground, helpless and immovable. Her hair was drenched with mud, and Lux longed for the need of a shower. Her clothes were repulsively splattered with mud and the sorceress's hood had drooped from her fall, revealing her golden blonde hair. The Lady of Luminosity took a glance at Ezreal, who was gazing back at her with a look of despair and devastation, and moaned of his fatal injuries as he threw his head back. Luxanna sighed of defeat and returned his look with an emotion of sorrow and a sign of terrible failure.
"Hah, is that all? Man, I'm good. In a few seconds you crawl to my feet. Ah, I guess that's how great I am, although you kinda bore me with your *dumb snares," Draven said with a fake yawn and covered his mouth as an act, "Any last words, Demacian? I got places to go, me to see." He commented and spun a blade through his fingers with an ungrateful smile.
Luxanna shut her eyes tightly, bracing for the most painful impact of her life. This is it, she thought, life is about to slip away. Blood continued to ooze through her leg, and it began to go numb as she could not move her limb. Due to her major injury, she could not stand, sit, or move at all. She could only weep of pain; red, dark, crimson pain that would not stop flowing out of her body. Luxanna felt dizzy, and her head ached as if she was about to faint from loss of blood as well. Drowsiness, too, overtook her as the Lady of Luminosity began to have a difficult moment to keep her eyes open.
"Say your prayers, weakling. This is where Draven shines! Man, I have the best job." The Glorious Executioner sent out a flying axe as the sharp tip of the death blade came closer to Lux. She managed to flip over her body, making an effort to shield herself with her arms. Luxanna squeezed her eyes shut as a dreadful tear dripped down to the muddy puddles, bracing herself for her incoming dramatic death.
The axe came and hit, piercing flesh, and Lux could've sworn she heard the sound of trickling blood. She was positively certain that flesh had been stabbed, but the prodigy didn't feel anything. Instead, she picked up the most agonizing scream her ears had ever perceived, the same male scream that she listened to during her most unfortunate stroll. The Lady of Luminosity opened her eyes, and slowly let her arms drop with her eyes glistening with such fright, and miserable emotions. Ezreal was found to be on all of his fours, panting heavily in front of her and coughing out blood, carrying a heavy axe pierced in the center of his back. He had shielded her, and saved her life of the brink of death, she thought, why?
"You..." Lux was speechless as tears began clouding around the rims of her eyes, "You... you imbecile! How could you?! Why would you do that?!" The Lady of Luminosity finally sobbed after realizing what the Explorer had just done, "Why would you do such a risky thing that would put your life on the line, just for me?"
Many drops of tears began rolling down her cheeks as Lux poured out millions of guilty sorrow, harder than a waterfall. Her face was drenched with her salty liquids as she clutched Ezreal's arm with her trembling hands.
"Because I can't let the person who saved my life die," his voice cracked, "and besides... these wounds aren't that fatal so I'll be able to live. Don't worry about me..."
Ezreal coughed harshly and lifted his head up high, looking at Lux with a weak smile. Blood dripped on the side of his mouth and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Smile for me, alright? That's not the Lux I usually I see in Summoner's Rift, all teared up and down." His voice was crippled, yet tried to be soothing in a way, reassuring her during the most tormenting moment of her existence, "I know we'll get through this. Just please, don't give up."
Lux promptly nodded and tried forcing all of her tears away, making an effort to smile but failed with a quivering lip, yet she couldn't force away her sadness and gave up on them. She stared deeply into his eyes, observing that behind those wounds, she could see a brave boy making an effort to comfort her during the most horrifying moment. Luxanna appreciated him for that, and she would thank him properly if she somehow got out of this mess.
Draven, however, had watched the whole scene and began his round of applause with evil laughter once more, "Oh this is beautiful! C'mon, yell more and scream of pain! God, Darius is missing out on all of the fun."
Luxanna lifted her head up and released her grip on the soon to be unconscious Ezreal. She fragilely rested him on her lap with clenched teeth and shot the Glorious Executioner a stern glare full of sour tears.
"Oh my, is poor little Demacian sad now? Aw, seeing you two lovebirds yell of agony just makes my bar of excitement go coo coo! Now, which face should I give to make you feel better, the victorious face, or the one I give right before I execute you?" Draven managed to enrage Lux after he tore off his axe from Ezreal's spine and licked the blood at the end of his blade.
"You can show your filthy little face to the Prince, and find yourself in an execution that you obviously wouldn't favor," said a voice that Lux thought was a little too familiar.
"Oh? More smart talk from another Demacia?" The Glorious Executioner pivoted his body around to where Lux's illusion was recently before, and tightened the grip on his axes as he continued spinning them, "Come out and play, heheheh. Who's here for some more Draven?" He expanded his evil smirk and shifted his eyes around in the dark passageway.
Behind the lurking shadows, Shyvana, the Half-Dragon, revealed herself and the moonlight absorbed every scale on her skin. She let out a playful smirk, lifting up a Twin Fang before her self and prepared her strength to draw first blood.
"Your next opponent."
End of Prologue.
Interesting. Well, I like it, to say the least.
One thing though. If possible, try to refrain from using the names of the characters abilities in the story. It really breaks the flow of a story to hear something from in-game while reading a fanfic. Something you could do instead of naming abilities would be to describe what they do instead. For example, instead of saying 'Draven activated Blood Rush and avoided the snare' you could say, Draven felt a surge of adrenaline and ran to the side to avoid the snare'.
Other than that everything seems fine. Spelling is good, Grammar is good, Dialogue is excellent and your description of the setting is great.
Excellent job on this =]
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