The Great war Demacia vs Noxus
AN. Hello and welcome to my first fanfic. I hope you will enjoy it. Please leave comment and criticism.
English is not my first language so please call out if I make any mistake with the grammar.
Chapter 1
On the battlefield soldier learns that no matter how much you train, nor how strong or skills you are with a weapon. Unless your only focus is on your opponent and your survival then you're going to die.
During the great war between Demacia and Noxus hundreds of thousands of solider die because of this and hundreds of thousands survived thanks to this.
Out of those thousands only a handful became legends of the battlefield, that only with their present could end a battle.
This is a story about one of those legends.
On the cold street of Noxia capital a young small little girl was standing in under a fading gas lamp outside an orphaned. She was dress in ragged cloth clothes, she was trying to lift a rock that was too large for a girl of her sized to lift over her head.
But she was determent to lift the rock just like she had done 19 time before, and she was going to it a twenty's time. Her arms were tried, she was cold and hungry but she wouldn't go in before she was finish with her training
-Riven why are you doing this again, an old female voice said.
Riven didn't replay she just continue to lift the rock until it was above her head and then she drops it and turn towards the old nanny at the orphaned door.
I'm training like I do every day, Riven replay with a smile. And walk up the stairs and in through the door. And towards the dining hall. The room had only one long table several children was already sitting and eat some form of stew. Riven took a bowl and sat down next to the one of the children.
-You smell one of the youngest child said.
Chuckle around the table amongst the smaller children and some from the older one. But Riven didn't care, she knows that she smells bad from all the sweat. But it was nothing to wore about. After dinner, she and the others were going to take a bath before going to bed.
Beside this wasn´t the first time someone comment on her smell and it wouldn't be the last one either.
-Why are you still doing this to yourself Riven, one of the older boy said. You're never going to make it in the army, the war is going to be over.
-Maybe but there is always going to be a new war and a new one after that. And I will always be there for Noxus, Riven said with a big smile.
No more word where said that evening, as soon morning sun rose up Riven left here bed and got dress quickly and left the building for a morning run. Then she trains her arms with push up or lifting heavy stone.
Every day continued like this, ands as day became week then months and finally years. And every day she became stronger. And as she growth stronger she adds more forms of training.
Year 9-11
Riven´s training consist of running and lifting heavy rock/boulder.
Year 11-13
Riven train´s more and take up job´s around the harbour area and the only tavern in the slums as a patron at the age 13. She is strong enough to lift the sack and barrels at the docks and to fight of older men at the tavern.
Year 13-14
Riven continues to train and get more work around the harbour and from other taverns around the city. More people see this strange young woman running around the market place, church, the arena and the harbour. Only around the military and the noble district is where she is not see.
Year 15-18
Riven fake her age to start her military career earlier, during the next three years she learns how to fight with sword and shield, but she learns to fight with a two-handed sword. A zweinhand a weapon that not many Noxians use. The weapon fells light to her in her hands. The size different between her height and the weapon is almost comedically for the older soldier, seeing a small woman not only lifting this massive weapon, but wielding it like it was a normal sword puts a smile on most of the soldier.
After three years is her training done and she gets drafted in to the 34-army company, two week later the 34 company goes out to war against Demacia.
Drops of sweat was dripping down against Riven´s chin and forehead, it was a hot day and marching for mills wearing a heavy armour with a helmet was not making the heat disappear. Around midday did the company stop for one final camp before they meet up with the rest of the army. Setting up camp went quickly and it wasn´t long before soup and bread was delivered to the soldier. Riven was sitting in a small circle with some of the oldest soldier from the company.
-Troy´s special soup, can´t remember last time I ate it. Oh, now I remember it was yesterday, and the day before that to and every goddam day we march from Frampton! One of the shouted angrily
- While you shut up about it better than nothing, look at the recruit, you don´t hear her complains. For being shush a little woman she shows more balls than you do. Another replied
-That just because this little toe hasn't seen any real battle only training. The angered on said again.
All eyes were on Riven who just sat there on the ground and ate her food and looking at the old men that were talking.
-Let me ask you something girl why did you join the army, what do you want to prove. A bald man asked Riven.
- I don´t want to prove a thing, as far I can remember I always wanted to join the army. Be the strongest of them all fighting for my country no matter what happens. Riven finish with a smile.
- Well, well look likes we got our self a patriot, so you just join out of your own will. You weren´t raise by the noble or force to join the army or go to prison and fight in the arena? The bald one asked. What does your parents think about it?
Riven stop eating and just looked at the ground, the silent that came over the grope was enough to know the answer.
There were no more conversations, after the men had eaten and the horses had gotten to rest the camp was taken down and the company continue marching. It would just be afternoon when they join up with the main army. They once again raise their tent and roll out there sleeping bag. Sleep came fast for many of the, but not for Riven. She was sleeping outside her tent and looking up at the night sky thinking about what the old man had said.
Would her parents had allowed her to join the army, would they approve that she might die in her first battle, would they be happy that she wanted to fight for her country. She could just look at her life before joining and know the answer to that question already. She didn't allow any tears to fall as she tried to sleep the night out.