Wujuuu getting freedom and because of that getting back active on the site, I will be updating some other fics I have on the site, till then I decided to drop this piece of a small project I had on mind.

Enjoy!

Prologue: Anger Issues.

A good day to be on the office, yes it is. Me, my desk, my sketch books and my books, my small table and a couple of couches. A good office with a window to give light, yes. A good day in demacia.

Demacia, bravery, loyalty and honor…people relate all that to the nation of Demacia, but the view of the country is different for those who lived through the battlefields against the Noxians. And that take us to the current situation in front of my eyes. A Noxian, and not any Noxian, but the poster boy for what represented being a proud member of their people.

Or should I say previous poster boy? Not really sure myself.

"As I was saying, would you please provide your services for the institute? You would be paid handsomely and we would not forget the favor you would be doing us in accepting the position"

Summoners, not sure who I hate more, the battle high warriors that I have to check on or the pompous asses that believe they can order anyone around just because they have privileges.

"Plus is not like you have a lot of work to do, I heard one of your patients cancelled his sessions not long ago"

Scratch that, I hate this pompous ass even more, I would have proudly stated my opinion on him if the woman in front hadn't spoken.

"Is this really necessary? I have stated that I'm fine already" She spoke sternly, her voice showing her obvious discomfort of being at my office. Not so weird actually, few people enjoyed visiting a therapist. Rage issues, discomfort with their lifes, or just rambling, lots of people came through the door to my office to speak of their issues and I would try to offer my best advice, I could double as a psychologist but I wasn't fond of it.

Now I had been on the battlefields myself, thought as a young teenager that I could help Demacia, great mistake, and one I don't plan to repeat and when I came back I noticed. I wasn't the only one, everyone who had actually made it back from the battlefields wasn't the same, and they all needed someone to listen to them, and then my new job had appeared, one I had been doing in great peace till today.

Riven, The Exile. Not a fond visit, make no mistake, I don't hate Noxians, not really I mean they are just like Demacians in a way, each supporting their country in the ways they can and living in its views. Is hard to open up your mind to the world when you are often being taught to hate them and kill them on sight. You can imagine my surprise when a purple light appeared in the middle of the office and a man in a robe who identified himself as a summoner was in the company of The Exile asking me for my services.

"Not that I don't believe you Riven, but the institute has agreed that you are not okay, your recent fights in and out of the battlefield of Justice shows it. We cant make risks regarding the safety of any champion, so you will have to get clearance that you are okay" The summoner spoke calmly, too calmly, it was obvious he was scared of The Exile and was droning out the speech he was told to say.

"Why him? Why not someone on the institute, surely there is someone there with the experience to do this kind of thing" Posture showing discomfort and her tone of voice showing she is doubting her speech, she must know that there isn't anyone on the institute like that.

"Normally the Blind Monk would do it or even Lady Karma, but the institute believes this man is more capable, he has good recommendations from the prince Jarvan and other Demacians"

Ah Jarvan, a fellow I absolutely love to listen to. And when I say love I mean I always hope to avoid it, the man needs to find a hobby, even better, why not a girlfriend? Really anything that keeps him from always speaking of how much pressure he is in both as a Champion and the prince of Demacia. Seriously I sometimes feel the Champions have issues but hey, Im being paid to listen and try to help so the only thing I can do is sit straight and do my job.

"No offense, but he doesn't seem that good" I don't even try to smile to hide my discomfort.
"No offense, but you don't look like you are doing good" Her eyes open up in show that my comment took her by surprise, but she is also angry at me speaking, in this job you learn that for every word you speak you end up creating a reaction, good or bad no way to tell until you know them for a good time.

"Still, the council took their decision, until he says you are okay Riven, you won't participate in any showdown on the battlefield, nor any training match. Until he deems your condition to be stable you are to keep coming every day for at least a couple of hours"

Hold on a second, did he said, a couple of hours? I see people for an hour, not a couple. And even then one hour can seem long, what I am supposed to do, even better, he hasn't stated what's her problem.

Oh wait, Im seeing it right now

"I don't have anger issues! Is not my fault Zac was there when I used my technique, and if Yasuo didn't got in the middle of it he wouldn't have been hurt either!" She showed clear anger at the memory, interesting. "Your actions hurt 4 champions, which in other circumstances might have been seen as something great, 2 of those where your teammates which you deliberately hurt, whats more you got yourself hurt too, we might be able to heal the injuries of the Champions, but we cant help with that kind of issues, so until then, you are on his hands for 2 hours every day starting now"

With the solemnity that only one can muster while repeating words he has been repeating over and over in his mind like a robot he disappeared in the same purple flash but leaving The Exile in the middle of the office looking flabbergasted at the fact he had just left. If I had a knife with me I could have cut the tension with it. I decided to handle the monster of the void in the room directly.

"Well…You can sit over there, I guess we start with the basics, my name is Cid . We will be seeing each other a lot so what's your name?" A stupid question really, I already knew her name, but hey, always trying to be polite.

"…Riven" Her discomfort was obvious, but at least her tone of voice even if serious showed she was willing to speak, that's great, 2 hours of silence is kind of long for me.

"Well Riven, mind telling me why you got send here?" Again, stupid question, but is better to hear the facts from the person involved, at least it makes her admit the problem or show me if there is something I don't know yet going on.

"….champions being fools that's what got me send here. All was going well, it was an easy match all under control, until the fools got in…" It was pretty obvious how she didn't want to speak of it, so in the side that she wouldn't speak to me I decided to try something I used with others. Paper and pencils.

I looked around until I found some extras and tossed them to her "There you go, you got an hour to draw me all what happened in your day" She looked obviously bored at the idea, but I got to notice something of The Exile. She took things seriously, she started to draw and I found myself drawing too. At the beginning my drawing was a simple dog, I decided to draw him a house. Since my rather simple draw was done I decided to stand and look at her drawing.

Honestly her levels of concentration are rather impressive, she seems like a drone on a task, not noticing me standing up or choosing to ignore it and keeping focus on the draw, I must say, art is not her forte. The drawings were simple and not really keen on details, but it gave me an idea of things, I noticed something. Riven didn't knew how to write if her reaction at the idea of putting text on the drawing proved anything.

"Hey, how come you don't write what the summoners said after the battle" She got tense and her eyes lost focus for a moment before she quickly spoke "Is not important, that is why I don't write what they say" She got tense when mentioning the fact she didn't wrote it. It was official, The Exile was probably illiterate.

"Okay, that's good, I don't need unimportant stuff, just tell me when you are done" I kept my sights on other things like my drawing of the dog, maybe I could give him a sword like the one she carries? Not sure. Still I kept the hope she wasn't noticing that I was observing her reactions and how she acted while making the drawings.

Surprisingly, I ended up not noticing time and the purple flash that had come and gone before was in the office again. "Greetings Sir, I came to pick The Exile." A summoner, a different one from the one who came before, his voice was different, a thing I hate of them is the fact their robes don't let them be seen clearly so is hard to tell one from another.

"Oh, well Riven seems our time was gone quite fast today, please give me the drawings before you depart" She left the papers on the desk and simply went to the summoner side without uttering a word. "Thank you Sir, have a good day" I waved at them and in a purple flash I was alone again.

"Goodness, what I have gotten myself into, I could have just said no to the gold." I let myself fall on my chair and started to look at the drawings and got to understand how her day had started.

She was on the battlefield, fighting against a huge dog with a cane…wait what? I guess I will have to investigate more of that, did she saw me drawing a dog? Nah…okay focus!
The dog with the cane and her got into a deadlock with no clear winner, suddenly a…huge slimy thing appears and crashes against the dog, suddenly someone with huge hands slams against the slimy thing, but just when the huge hands crashed with the slimy thing a samurai appears out of nowhere clashing against the person with the big hands. Then Riven uses her sword and slashes everyone in front of her…

Yasuo and Zac are the ones who are helping her, if I can guess by her speech before…the way she drew them is what intrigues me, during the whole series of drawings, she was soft on the paper, not making marks, but when making the draw of who I will guess is either Yasuo or Zac is really hard. Clear dislike for it, and then the drawing of the slash is heavy too, almost tearing the paper.

She was clearly angry when she slashed, but what is more important, she was conscious they were in front of her, during the whole series of drawings, Riven is always standing in the back once she was out of the deadlock, she could see everyone coming and she decided to still make that huge attack when everyone was in front…

"Not going to be an easy case I guess"