The wind howled furiously and swirled amongst the people in the encampment. A dense fog lifted itself creating a flurry of blindness that made a dome shape around the folks talking and murmuring next to the fire. The fresh air entered her mothers nostrils, as she cooked a metal pot of stew on top of a cheaply lit bonfire that sent a warm glow against the tents and the logs people sat on.
The scent left everyone waiting in hopes that they would get their share, and sat eagerly while the reflection of the fire sparkled in their eyes. Her mother wore ragged torn clothes and a cheap hood, made from the remains of a sack that pre-ripped carried potato's and other farm supplies that proved valuable to sell in the markets. She was eight months pregnant and carefully held her belly as she felt the vibrations of kicks that occasionally came and went.
An aged man wearing leather clothing stood in a pile of creepers supporting the mother with his hand and smiled happily as they hummed a song in perfect harmony together, and they awaited their baby's presence. A breeze swept by and twirled in between the parallel tents that laid askew. Sharp stakes held them in place, although the cloth surrounding rippled.
"What should we name her?" The mans raspy voice sounded weak but cheerful. He gently rested his hand on her belly and and let out a quiet laugh after feeling the kicks. "Annie." Said her mother in a weak english accent. The soup began to stir in a mini whirlpool as her mother took the wooden ladle and poured some into a small bag, rationing the portions between the people who were chosen to eat that day.
Often the second generation of kids would grunt when they didn't get food, and others cried that they each were split into unfair portions, or they didn't eat due to a prejudice against them. The soup steamed clouding the mothers face and she smiled of the thought of her firstborn. She had high expectations, something inside of her enveloped herself into believing this child would live a long and noble life. She felt as if she would be apart of the high anarchy against the devil dogs known as the capital of Noxus, Demacia.
After the soups were distributed and eaten, she swayed and rested her soft eyes as she lay on her husbands shoulder, snuggling in between under his arm and felt the radiant warmth seek from his body into hers. She smiled as he twirled her hair onto her soft cheeks and rubbed closer, engulfing her into his side. The day grew old and the moon rose, leaving a silvery mark on the fields that they travelled on. Her eyes came to a weary shut, and their camp grew silent except for the muscular men who had night watch, they wandered into their posts and continued to watch with a keen eye, but seeing nothing but grass and a forest to their west.
They watched until they grew weary, and their focus spread a more wider horizon, and some drifted off thinking about food or where they were headed. One saw a thin line in the horizon. The moonlight left a grey tint as it slowly gained speed. His eyes widened as it grew larger and he soon could make out a triangular shape the was flattened on the end of a stick. It's paced quickened, and he held a wooden pole squinting to gain the advantage on the object.
It grew closer and he quickly made it out to be an arrow spiraling against the force of the wind, the fletchings keeping it strait. It spiraled strait and before time to react, it sunk itself into his hand that still resided onto the pole, binding it into place. His deep cry echoed throughout the camp, and the doors of tents and cots peeled open revealing concerned faces of those who were awoken.
The guards nodding off, startled, nearly dropped their spears before investigating the cry of pain. Her mother woke to the sound of her father readying his gear, and carefully maneuvered the barbed end of his weapon supporting it, avoiding the thin outstretched of cloth that covered their tent, which would surely be cut by the blades edge. He quickly kicked through the dirt beneath his foot, pushing his way to the tents entrance, only to stop to a hand groping his foot, latching it down.
"Don't go." Her tired voice said, rattling. Her accent grew thick. "I have to help." And like that, he was gone, he just became another figure in the distance, another voice amongst the men. She let out a sigh and rested on her side, awaiting her husbands return. She closed her eyes until she felt a moistness nearing her legs.
The feeling spread and soon spread across the tents bottom and worked its way to her knees. The feeling soon engulfed her in curiosity and she sat upright. There were no sounds, all was silent. The once fighting men and rustling of equipment ceased. She looked down at her legs showing a pale water filling trousers.
My water broke! She thought. She swiftly stumbled upright collecting some clothes then ripped open the loose hatch covering the tent. She spread the loose opening to reveal no fighting, no panic. Ashes created a weak flooring that covered the majority of the ground, Qand the sky rained a silvery rain.
She wept. The camp rained a pile of bodies in all areas, no one remained alive. What startled her the most was a corpse of a woman, as she held her three month old child. A spear fit through both the leathery skin of her child's head and heart. She nearly puked, then fell to her knees and weapt. "This is how you take care of us?" She screamed at the ashy sky.
Cramps overwhelmed her, and she sat down onto a crate that wasn't burned in the attack. Cramps spread from her uterus to her stomach, and soon she realized what was happening. The pains grew bigger, until she felt movement, slowly traveling lower and lower. She flexed, and pain made her scream. She took a few deep breaths, then flexed again. The ball like feeling moved even lower, until she felt like her innards were being ripped out of her. Another flex, and a small relief of pain made her smile. The head was out, and she screamed as she flexed again. An arm, then a leg. Then her whole body.
She laid down gasping, holding her newborn on her chest, she fell into a dreamy state, and the world faded away from her. A bank like blindness blurred her vision, and her daughters beautiful head was the last thing she saw before resting. Visions of happiness came to her, and she was soon reunited with her husband.
Authors Note: Hey guys thanks for reading the first part of my LoL fanfic. Just a little side note, I know a lot of this won't be accurate following the lore, but I do hope to keep somewhat alongside of it. I haven't taken the time to read the lore that much, so I don't know locations very well or if Demacia is related into Noxus in anyway. I'm only using the names to relate somewhat to the lore not to copy it. Thanks!
Anyways, Ideas are always welcome, and I'll be reading every single review I get, thanks for the support. And remember, if you don't like it, say so! I won't get offended.