Chapter 1-The Blade's Shadow
~Splash~
My boots splashed through the sewers. Running through the murky filth. My ripped jeans gaining new stains as I pounded through the murky black puddles. My shirt glued, matted with sweat to my chest, rising and falling with every ragged breath. My purple hood fluttered behind, riddled with holes from poison tipped arrows.
~Splash~
My shoulder plate, it's signature star splattered with congealing blood. My bladed cape, sliced to ribbons; two of its segments sliced from the edge of a guard's sword. My favorite bandana that shields my emotions, now gone, left behind to my only partner.
~Splash~
I came to a stop at our hiding place, the spot we lived day by day -sharing everything, our food, our shelter, our strength, our warmth. I threw my ruined cloak aside and slumped into a corner, fatigued and confused from the day's event. My back rested against the cold stone, and I trailed my fingers against it's smooth surface. I clutched my knees to my chest, seeking the warmth, that used to be so easily obtained. I looked up at the moss covered ceiling, thinking of what had just happened.
It had been a normal run for food. We ran through that back alley we so many times before... but it had been a trap. Mercenaries and guards appeared on the roof tops, arrows trained.
"Run talon!" She yelled as she pushed me through the sewer drain.
My ally, my comrade, my best friend... I left her behind to rot in the filthy streets of Noxus. Her last words still echoed in my head, haunting me.
"Go! Talon!"
"Talon!"
"Talon..."
"...Talon..."
"...Talon"
"TALON!"
I woke with a start with Katarina above me, knife in hand. The assassin scowled with obvious irritation, sheathing back her knife in her belt along with her collection of many others.
"It's about time, another second and you would have bigger problems than bad dreams."
"How'd you..." Talon stammered.
"You were talking in your sleep."
Talon looked down at his shirt covered in cold sweat.
"Anyways." She said with a drawn out s. "A dog shouldn't keep its master waiting."
A smirk appearing on her face.
"I serve General Du Corteau. not you!", He nearly spat.
"A dog is still a dog." Her smirk growing larger after each passing second.
'If only this girl wasn't favored, she would be drawing her last breath' He thought.
"What do you want?" He sighed.
"Swain wants you." She replied as she sauntered out the door "Don't keep him waiting doggy."
~Thunk~
A dagger embedded itself in the smooth door frame inches from Katarina's face.
"Don't call me that." He hissed.
She merely laughed and pulled out the dagger, tossing it hand to hand. Her laugh echoing the hallways outside.
'That dam...ugh' He thought with a very heavy sigh.
He pulled himself out of bed and peeled off his sweat stained clothes, tossing them to the side. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and made for the dresser. He pulled on his signature purple pants and shirt, slung his bladed cloak over his broad shoulders, pulled on his plated greaves and strapped his many knives stalling on the the star shoulder plate resting in the back of his closet.
'Augh, history is history' thought talon
He strapped on his signature blade, freshly sharpened. He glanced back at the shoulder plate -polished clean. He turned around and walks out the door of his small room the Institute of War provides. Once again, becoming the Blade's Shadow.
Author's Note's
Okay guys and gals this is m first fanfic please rate and review this. I would really apreiate contructive critisism and feedback. I know my story hasn't progressed and that there isn't much to comment on, however i would apreciate if you could judge my writting style and hang on for my next chapter.
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