Hello everyone, Lyan here. It has been a very, very long time since I last wrote something. And I don't know why I suddenly felt the urge to start a new fanfiction. But I had an idea pop into my head and well, this happened. I don't know if it'll be good or bad, you are all gonna be the judge of that. I hope you guys will like it. Enjoy!
The soft summer night's breeze flew in my hair, making the braid on my left temple move slightly, the trinket attached on it tickling my cheek. Little did it broke my focus however, my eyes fixed on a group of person just ahead of me. I was keeping an eye on them, making sure they don't defile yet another Skygate. Humans are just so keen on breaking what doesn't belong to them, and little do they care about respecting others' culture, I thought. The Skygates belonged to my people, a race called Drackians. We come from the realm in the Skies, unreachable by wings. The only way to access the realm was through the Skygates that my ancestors left at specific locations in Xanaleth. They were Altars made of moonstones and imbued by magic, and with the right knowledge, one could open a portal within. And for some reasons, Humans were trying to destroy them. Are they so insecure about our presence in their world? Do they fear us that much? However I do not blame them. Drackians are kind of scary. We're much like a mix between half human and half dragon. We're usually tall, we have fur and scales across our body, fangs, claws, horns, inhuman ears, a reptilian tail and fiery burning eyes. Add some demonic features on that and there we go. Our first encounters with humans did not go well, for obvious reasons. They mistook us for actual Daemons, thought we came from the Under Realm to take over their peaceful world. Many lost their lives on that first encounter, both humans and Drackians.
I moved silently from my spot to another one, covered by the shadows of the trees, making sure to keep my eyes on the group, my double edged spear held tightly in my left hand. If they gave me no choice, I will have to kill them. I crouched a few meters away from them, silent and in the shadows, unnoticed. They were four men, wearing different kind of armor and weapons. They did not come here in peace.
"Why is that thing not glowing?" asked an impatient male human voice. The taller of the group, probably the leader. "Is it already broken?"
"I don't know man, it is still standing. My bet is that this thing is still activated, but we can't see it" replied another, this one holding a bow.
"Then let's break it. Those things don't belong here!"
The leader took something out of his coat, and I recognized it immediately, my blood freezing in my veins. A Magic Breaker Gem! How does he have this with him? I did not have the time to answer my own question, nor to move. Before I could even step out of the cover of the trees and try to stop them, the gem reacted with the magic inside the Skygate and hell broke loose. A loud snapping noise broke off the silent night, a shining light so white it blinded me lit up the altar and suddenly, I felt like my insides were torn apart. The pain caused me to lose balance, falling on my back, the air momentarily cut from my lungs. It only took a few seconds but it felt like hours. When the light faded out, I did not recognized my surroundings. Where am I? This is not the Skyrealm, and it doesn't smell like Xanaleth… Where is here?
Before I could actually take in this new place, the noises and smell of battle alarmed me. Then I saw the bodies that surrounded me and that I did not see at first. A lot of men and women laid on the ground, wearing armors and weapons, eyes empty of their souls and pools of blood under them. I stood up, panic rushing through my body, when a crossbow bolt hit me on my left side, bouncing on my scales. I grunted, feeling the sting of the impact and looked up, watching a strange woman aiming at me with a huge crossbow, anger on her face. Her long black hair was tied in her back in what looked like both a braid and a pony tail, her clothes were all black with a red cape and she wore strange googles. Still startled about my recent World Warp, I did not reacted immediately to this new threat. The battle was still raging around me, and I stood still, as if lost in time. Then another bolt hit me, on my right shoulder this time, and I let out a cry, returning back to reality. The bolt dug deep into my skin, having barely missed the spot protected by my scales. Blood started to ooze out from the wound and I snarled at the woman, my anger rising.
"How the hell is that thing still standing, and what the hell is that thing actually?!" yelled a man, his huge armor covering him from head to toes, a blue scarf around his neck. He held a huge sword, adorned of the same colors of his armor.
"I don't know, Garen. That's two bolts I used and the first one bounced on it as if it was a goddamn wall".
"Should we kill it? The battle is far from over and I don't know if it is a friend or a foe yet. Noxus wont wait on us" said Garen, looking at me with determination, gripping his sword. He was ready to strike.
I took a defensive stance immediately, however I knew I was way outnumbered. I did not have my weapon and these people had soldiers with them. Busy fighting another enemy, but still. They could have backup anytime. An arrow flew past me and I quickly looked over my shoulder before dodging to the right, barely escaping a blow that would've killed me. A giant mass of muscle was swinging a huge deadly looking axe at me and I had to jump a few steps back not to get chopped. The pain in my shoulder made me wince but I gritted my teeth, keeping my distance from this new threat.
"Garen, Vayne! It is such a pleasure to see you both still alive. That means I'll have the pleasure to execute you both myself!" said the dangerous warrior, turning his back to me. He obviously didn't see me as interesting anymore, his eyes focused on the two others.
I looked around and saw more soldiers wearing silver armor approaching, seeing that Garen was now probably in danger. The Swordman signaled to them to stay away. This new enemy was probably too dangerous for them. This could've been my chance to escape. No one was paying attention to me anymore. But for some reasons, despite the battle raging on ahead and me being wounded, I stood still, watching.
"Darius" Garen said in a growl, a scowl on his features. "We both know Noxus won't win this fight today".
Darius' laugh resonated like thunder, the warrior tapping his thigh as if he was amused. Maybe he really was amused.
"Noxus will rule over your pathetic kingdom in no time, Crownguard. You just have to wait. Lucky for you, I'm killing you today, so you wont have to see it happen!"
With a roar, Darius charged garen, his axe already spining for a deadly blow. Vayne dodged out of the way, firing a bolt at the warrior, but that didn't stop him in is fury. Garen blocked his blow with his sword, grunting at the impact and tried to push Darius away. I could see now what I could not earlier, the blood hidden under his arm. Garen was wounded. Badly. And if no one helped him, this Darius was going to kill him.
"I'll go get Lux!" yelled Vayne, already sprinting away.
"NO! Keep her away from the battle! We lost too many people already! Tell her to go back to Demacia, she will be safe there!"
Garen was able to fight off Darius while saying that to Vayne, to my surprise. He was wounded but strong. I could see it.
"Garen, I am not letting you die today. Your sister needs you. We need you!"
"How touching, Crownguard. You don't want your little Lux near me? Afraid I'll take a bite or two?" teased Darius, eliciting a cry of rage from Garen.
Darius just laughed when Garen tried to push him away using the flat of his sword. He was weakening faster and faster by minutes. I have to make a choice here. Vayne stood still a moment, then looked at me, as if silently pleading me to help. She didn't say anything, but I could feel it. Then she bolted away, probably to get reinforcement. I took a deep breath, looking at the fight between Garen and Darius. I don't even know if my magic can work here. And I don't have my weapon, so I can only rely on Rune Casting for now. But I had to give it a try.
I closed my eyes briefly and then focused them on Darius, exhaling calmly. Calling upon the power within me, I slowly lifted my left arm and drew the symbols I knew by heart in the air. The familiar rush of energy the magic always brought to me started to fill me and I sighed in relief. I could still use it.
I looked at Darius and said the word that commanded the magic within the Rune.
"Firr"
The magic awakened trough my body as a fireball grew in front of my opened palm, it's size growing within seconds and the heat becoming greater by seconds. I contained it long enough to yell a warning.
"Garen, duck!"
He had no reasons to listen to me but he did. He jumped sideways, leaving Darius where they both stood before, the warrior surprised by Garen's sudden retreat. He turned around, his axe at the ready, but the fireball hit him before he could make a single step. The force of impact sent him flying a few meters back, the fire leaving a charred path on the ground. Was he dead or was he alive, I don't know. But my guts were telling me that today was not the last day I was going to cross path with this Darius.
Garen looked at me, exhausted, but alive. His eyes met mine as I lowered my arm, smiling slightly.
"Thank you, stranger" he said, bowing his head slightly. "You've done Demacia a grea-"
The rest of his sentence was cut short when something hit the side of my head with such force I collapsed on the ground, stunned. My vision turned white and my ears started to ring as if a choir of bells decided to go off in my brain. I could only hear a few voices above me, but I could not understand a single word. Someone then tried to make me stand before another silhouette pushed them away, this one then grabbing me by the front of my clothes and lifting me to their height. Through my hazy eyes I saw what I thought to be a woman, though what I remember clearly seeing was their eyes. They were burning like fire. Just like mine.
"We're taking this thing with us. It might have answers" was all I could make of the conversation before the darkness took me.
