Authors note:
First off, hello and thanks for giving my story a try. I hope it won't disappoint you.
Second I want to begin by appologizing to all Leona fans, as she inevitably will be displayed as a rather twised personality. She will take the dominant part in the Diana-Leona relationship (contrary to pretty much all fictions I have seen so far) due to the reason that this is simply more plausible. Someone who was isolated or shunned for their entire life will not have the confidence to "rule" in a relationship, while Leona pretty much screams confidence. Same applies for someone who was betrayed (I'll simply call the execution" of Diana a betrayal) by everyone they knew. Possessive and clingy? Maybe. Dominating? No.
Third I have to caution you; the title might be (or become) a little confusing as I have no Idea where this story will lead.
Fourth I will warn you, for english is not my first language; whoever finds a mistake, grammatical or otherwise, can keep it.
I am going to explain my reasoning for pretty much every desicion I make. If you think I should leave that out, or think my reasoning is complete bogus, let me know.
Reviews and suggestions are welcome!
It was cold. As it always was at mount Targon to this time. Winter was coming soon and a harsh autumn wind blew, causing people to hide in their homes, close to the hearths.
A lone wanderer limped through the night, covered in blood.
Most of that was his own. He'd been hunted, chased, then hunted again. More often than not by people, he had once thought to be his friends.
He hadn't slept in two weeks and the exhaustion was taking its toll. The wounds he got due to his carelessness and the freezing temperatures were doing their rest.
I should never have told them my real name he thought. There was a price on his name, that had made many he had thought trustworthy into enemies. He had hoped, prayed that it wouldn't be like that this time, but he had messed it up.
Maybe it had been exhaustion, maybe it had been because he believed the people here hadn't heard his story - he was quite far away after all -, maybe it was a different reason altogether, it didn't matter. He had told them his real name and soon after his pursuers found him.
Are the only ones I can trust my enemies now? He was still loyal to his motherland, though they deemed him a traitor. Even his friends; even his brother had believed that. He had killed them all.
His name was Yasuo and he needed to find shelter. Sooner rather than later.
If there had been a town, or at least a small settlement nearby he could've asked for help. Risky as it might have been, he had to. A bloodstained body was a good reason for someone not to help, even if the residents wouldn't report his presence, but he had to try.
Alas, of course there were no settlements he was aware of nearby. He had fled them to keep civilians out of the fight. He had become merciless, not ruthless. A fine difference, but a decision he had made for himself long ago. The innocent would live. The ones to hinder him on his quest for revenge would die.
Therefore no town, no village, not even the fire of some travelers he could have turned to was present. Just a sharp and cold wind blowing at his face. Normally he would have indulged in the luxury of keeping it away from him using his powers over the wind. Nothing more than wishful thinking in his weakened state though.
A gentle, white light in the distance caught his attention.
He immediately changed his direction towards the source of that light.
Still risky, especially after what happened. But I'll either get shelter or I will die. No other choice.
The source of that light was closer than he imagined. It had taken him a while to get there, but it had still been within his capabilities.
The sight that awaited him was beautiful. A small, but sturdy temple, looking like it was made of white, luminescent marble stood in the otherwise bare plain.
Yasuo, in his half-delirious state wasn't able to appreciate the view though, being more interested in its residents.
Try as he might, the temple looked deserted; only the glow indicated that there should be someone - or something - magical nearby. A mystery for another day.
Seems like I won't be able to find bandages here. Either way, I can get out of this godsforsaken cold now.
As he entered the building a slim blade lowered itself on his throat and a hard voice from behind him asked:
"Do you deny the power of the moon?"