Chapter 1

"Ms. Riven please buy a long sword and 3 pots" a sudden voice came into her head. "… and go straight to the wolves' camp in the jungle" the voice continued, she examined where she was. ah! the rift. As soon as the realization came into her head she obliged the commands that was given to her, but she kept wondering why wolves' first? "ah Ms. Riven you're facing Nasus in your lane so we need the early level 2 advantage, so we can harass him all out in the lane." Crap, she exclaimed to herself. She completely forgot that her summoner could hear her thoughts.

"Please focus on the match Ms. Riven, we need to win this one." Her summoner said, cutting all her earlier thoughts.

"Yeah, right."

The match was easily won. As soon as she got the experience advantage on Nasus she completely bullied him in their lane and roamed around the map to help her teammates to resulting to their advantage in the match.

"You know, you've been summoning me a lot dear summoner…" as she watched the Nexus explode as a sign of their victory. "… and I haven't caught your name" she was cut off as her summoner replied immediately, " My name doesn't matter Ms. Riven, as long as you recognize my voice that is enough for me".

She was transported back in the Institute of Was, she exited the summoning platforms and head towards the lobby where she could meet her former team in the earlier match.

He's been summoning you a lot recently, eh?" a sudden voice was directly aimed at her. As she realized where that voice came from, she was shocked yet she remained calm and still signifying her soldier nature. The voice came from their AD- Carry in the game, Vayne. Vayne stood there, leaning back against the wall of the lobby, standing on one foot her eyes are still covered by her red eyeglasses. She was captivated by Vayne's presence. Her strong-will and confidence aura that surrounds her everytime, Riven adored every moment of it. At first, Riven felt odd that Shauna Vayne is the one that is starting the conversation, knowing that Vayne isn't really a social person to begin with and the fact that she is a Demacian, it makes ten times weirder.

"Hey what're you guys talkin' about?" Then Ahri came to the scene, their AP-caster in the game. Her fluffy tails dangling all over the place. She is really a beauty, Riven muttered. No wonder why men always chase after Ahri, her shimmering golden-eyes, and those lips that is inviting to always be kissed. She is nearly perfect.

"Hey Riv, nice match back there".Ahri whispered to Riven's ear in a seductive tone. "Thanks, and stop the seductive tone Ahri." Riven replied quickly.

Ahri was her sort off her closest friend in Ionia, except for Irelia though. Irelia is like her best friend in the entire community in the Institute of War. She mostly spend time with her, during meditation, lunch you mention it. Ahri and her doesn't have much in common though compared to Irelia, but Ahri is the most friendly being that she ever met. She always talk giggly on everyone.

As soon as Riven was about to walk away from her team mates because of the action that Ahri gave her seconds ago, she was cut-off by the question that Ahri brought up "So what're we talking about again?" Ahri asked.

"Vayne's favorite summoner" a ghostly voice that echoed to the whole lobby that made every spine present in that room shiver, Thresh.

"He is not!" Vayne exclaimed quickly, guilt has been present throughout her reply. Riven could see some reddish color being present through Vayne's cheeks. Quickly she looked down to hide those unwanted blushes and made her way out to embarrassment. Riven chuckled quietly not wanting to piss of the Night hunter. "ah that summoner who only summons ADCs' in a match? And only picks Vayne whenever possiblbe? But by now He only picks Riven no matter might the situation is?" Ahri explained thoroughly. Riven felt odd by Ahri's statement. Hinting that the Night hunter have something for that summoner and then Ahri blantly letting the situation all out by words makes more even weird for the two of them.

"Say…" Riven said softly. "you know the name of this summoner we're talking about, right?" she continued.

"hmmm, someone's seems interested." Ahri responed elbowing Riven's stomach lightly.

Riven is about to give Ahri the respond she deserve to minutes ago, a punch to the face might fit? Riven thought. But she was cut-off from her daze when Vayne stood up from leaning from the wall. Folding her arms below her chest, Vayne started to walk away a small smirk drawn to her face could be visibly seen. Vayne slowly walked away from the crowd, her pony-tailed hair dangling from the base of her head through the floor. Her silver crossbow and arrows reflecting the lights of the lobby making Riven and the others blind from what they are seeing beyond. She stop momentarily from walking, and half-faced Riven from the left and said, "Klaus... is his name". As she continued to walk away.

Klaus. Riven whispered. The very thought of that mysterious summoner came again to her head. So many questions that kept entering her mind like a water that flows through the river from the falls, it's never ending. Her soft and silk white hair flows through her eyes covering them from the left side of her face. Why was he always summoning me in matches? , why am I so intrigued by him? Ah fuck. She just laughed her thoughts out.

"Someone's seems eager" Ahri said foxily, god-dammit her foxy nature. Riven cursed her.

"I'm not" said Riven in her defense, "I'm just kinda interested" she continued.

"Well whatever you say, Exile. You couldn't meet him any time though, he's a summoner he don't have much time in his hands by the way". Ahri said completely ignoring the frown and angered face of the Exile.

"But, you could meet him in the Cafeteria later, Ciao!" Ahri said while exiting the scene in a kid-like manner.

Sometimes I wonder why I became friends with that fox-chic right there ughh. Riven said through her head. She gently blowing the white hair strands that's been covering her left eye for some time now, sighing completely. Cafeteria eh? Thoughts filled her head again. She leaned on the wall of the lobby, thinking about the scene earlier. She, Riven The Exile was being so much social earlier. It's not every day that a group of people would likely talk to her or even have fun-talks like this one. Being an Exile is really awkward and makes it hard to talk to people who you knew but you don't have enough courage and strength to walk up to them and catch up about how they are doing in their life. She really missed those Noxian days, but that's all in the past now. She is on her own. An Exile. She sighed again. This time taking off her mind about everything and started to exit the lobby. Her soft sandals making contact with the glass-like marble flooring. Her usual classic outfit, which have a half-armor of a former Noxian soldier that still have its marks. The runic blade that's been hanging around her hand are still all roughly making itself stand out.

"Maybe I'll go to the Cafeteria later, I just hope that Irelia is also there."

yeah, thats it. haha. Chapter 2 will be uploaded tomorrow.

Will update consistently cuz I have so much plan for this one.

first story, first fanfic. need. reviews. criticize meh. ciao. _