So i've been reading a decent amount of fanfiction recently, and decided to start one to share with all of you as a token of gratitude for inspiring me to start.
This story follows the League of Legends. Specifically, a rather interesting relationship between Xerath and Sona. I for one believe that they could share a very personal connection due to their personallities. Just think about it, Xerath has a 'i will do whatever it takes to get what i want and i will eliminate anything that tries to stop me' kind of attitude due to his power restrictions, and Sona is that sweet, pleasent girl that no one can bring themselves to hate. Xerath is only a member of the league because they possess what he needs to be free, Sona is just the right person to be able to get close enough to help him and not get in the way. if that's not an ideal setup for a romance, then i have no idea what is! This fanfiction contains mature content, and is not intended for readers that are immature.
Due to his unique position, Xerath can exist for all eternity, so the passage of time for someone like him is rather strange. i have decided to use an elipsis (...) followed by a completely new line to denote the passage of a length of time (at least untill mortals are present within the story).
Darkness surrounds me... it was impossible to have known how long I'd been trapped within that damned sarcophagus. True, time is little more than an object for me to play with at will as it passes me by, but so much potential research wasted! I... I could have been gaining far greater power if not for those idiotic mages!... *Sigh*... No matter now... I do not need to remain trapped here for much longer, I can feel the wards and seals crumbling... I will be free soon...
I have been picking at the bonds that hold me for what feels like eons... How unsatisfying...
I... I can feel it... The bonds are broken, I am Free!...
EXTERNAL PERSPECTIVE
Xerath then released a massive burst of arcane energy, destroying the underground tomb that hid him away for millenia. All that remained was a 1-mile deep crator and him, hovering in all his glory. His magnficent blue, black, and white illuminating the narrow lights of the dusk as lightning crackled where his lower body hovered above the ground.(Xerath does not have legs, to say otherwise is blasphemy)
His metal panels that restricted his true power shimmered as the various blues and blacks of hos arcane body grew in intensity. The air around him began to crackle and
glow with a mystical heat that practically set the over-grown folliage around him aflame.
"This place disgusts me... I've been here against my will for far too long... I want to see it burn... all of it! Down to the very soil!" Xerath shouted, his disembodied voice echoing through the forest. However, just before he began his torrential downpour of wrath to allieviate his fury, he heard a soft, soothing voice becon to him from seemingly nowhere.
'Why do you hate this place so much, Mr. Mage?' The way the voice was toned, it was obvious that it was not meant to be heard. Likely whoever said it was merely thinking to themself, so then why could he hear it? He wasn't trying to listen, so he would not have realized that anyone else was there.
"Show yourself, telepath, I intend to destroy this entire area and do not wish to harm you!" His free-flowing voice boomed in the small clearing, lightning arcing from the eyeslits in the sarcophagus that bound his power. He then felt a surge of ancient energy rush through his athereal form as he heard the most beautiful music that he'd ever experienced in his exponentially long life. Whoever had overheard his ranting now began to shimmer in the darkness, the music turning into images as the notes came alive and danced around the now apearantly female figure. They approached Xerath and the notes also encircled him, slightly relaxing him. The waman's features became visible in his glow and he could now see her delicate facial features clearly, however, she began to speak before he could appologize for his rudeness.
"I am suprised you heard me... usually, I am little more to strangers than a mute with a lovely song... I guess I should introduce myself, I'm called the Maven of the Strings... you can call me Sona though." She then bowed in respect after her telepathic address was concluded.
"A pleasure... I have been called the Magus Ascendant, among other things... but you may simply call me Xerath." he replied, taking her hand into a small force field within his hand as to protect it from his raw power and pulling it softly up to his metal-clad face. He then proceeded to gesture a kiss on it by pressing it to his faceplate; she was both suprised and overjoyed by the simple gesture of kindness and respect. A slight blush appeared on her face as a soft grin graced her now rosy cheeks. She immediately turned and looked down to the side before closing her eyes.
She then wispered, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Mage... Uh, I mean Xerath!..." She practically cried the last part out of sheer embarassment, smiling and waving her arms nervously.
"If I may be so bold, what brings you so far out into this place?" Xerath asked, gesturing to the forests that surrounded them. "Well, what's left of it..."
"I usually come here in my free time to enjoy the beauty of nature and play my music... although I have never been this far out in the forests before..." She answered with a slightly insecure voice.
"Allow me to offer my appologies, I did not intend to interrupt your solitude. I will repair the land for you to enjoy..." Xerath said in a soft tone as he lifted a hand towards the crator and his hand began to glow. Out of suprise, the Maven stared at what appeared before her.
A massive piece of ground and dirt slowly materialized above the gaping hole in the ground. After several more seconds of accumulating matter, the emence piece of earth fell down into the hole with a deaffening thud and filled in the missing piece of land perfectly, not even leaving a seem.
"There you are... practically perfect... How does it look to you?" Xerath asked turning his head to face her. Her soft eyes met his and she smiled warmly, knodding in a pleased manner, seeing this, Xerath did the same. "Now then... Care to talk for a while?"
"Oh!... O-of course!" she replied, slightly taken off guard by his question. She then gave him a knod and kneeled down in the soft grass, staring up into his seemingly infinite and all-knowing eyes.
"I've been trapped here for a very long time... and now... this damned contraption limits my power to merely a fraction of its true expaance... It disgusts me..." Xerath explained, hovering over the ground with his (what could be called) legs seemingly folded into an appearant seated position.
"I see... well... maby the Summoners and the council in my league can help with that?" Sona replied, understanding his rage. She would have been driven mad had she been limited to even half the notes her etwahl could play. "The League of Legends is by far the strongest guild that I've ever heard of..."
"This... League of Legends... do you really believe that they can be of assistance?" he asked, removing a hand from a previously crossed position on his chest, waving it questioningly with his words.
"You're powerful... but not every problem can be solved by sheer power... you need help... Besides, you can more than handle yourself... um... please try not to hurt anyone if push comes to shove..."
"Very well... and if it is at the request of a lovely young woman, I give you my word." Xerath replied as he stood up, uncrossing his arms and legs and giving the maven a respectful bow. This gave her an unexpected blush as she reached out to touch his hand gently. This time, however, when she touched it, a faint tingling and numbness overtook her body. Chills shuddered through her body as she almost collapsed to the ground, managing to remove her hand at just the right time. She fell to her knees, shivering and convulsing as she ghasped for air. Xerath hovered to her and again suspended her in a field to ease the burdon on her knees as she fell.
"I'm fine... j-just... W-what was th-that?" she asked, finally catching her breath.
"You touched some of my free-flowing energies... not very strong, but a good deterence... I should have warned you first. I can dullen the effect to a soft tingle if you'd prefer." he replied, lessening the sparking energies around his inner white glow. He then lifted her to a stand by resting her hands on the plates on his chest. The long, claw-like fingers of his hands holding to the points of her shoulders as he hovered before her. He then followed several feet behind her as she lead him to the Institute of War.
"Here we are!" Sona said telepathically, waving to the stone archways and heavy doors that stood before them.
"Thank you, Maven. You are very kind to have lead me to this place, but..." Xerath then began concocting a plan to escape his bonds, sparking an ominous aura that caused the hairs on the back of Sona's neck to stand up as he lead her to a stone bench. Her eyes widened, staring at the being hovering not 5 feet away.
"Xerath?... What's going on?" she asked nervously, fear beginning to slither into the back of her mind now.
"Nothing to concern yourself with, lovely Maven. Please wait here, I will return shortly." he replied, drifting weightlessly off into the doorway. Sona felt her body relax as the feeling of power faded from the air. Then, watching silently, she stared as he drifted away, wincing at a blinding light. When it faded, Xerath was gone, leaving a brown and black scorch mark on the ground where he'd previously been.
In the Guild Hall...
A blinding eruption of light filled the large room, causing several of the smaller members of the league to shelter their eyes. The larger members only squinted or turned away momentarily before looking back rapidly. Recovering quickly, the readied their weapons, having them instantly torn from their hands and dematerialized and rematerialezed inside of a wall. All of the champions looked blankly at their empty hands and bandeliers, beginning to feel overwhelmed by the new presence that stood, motionless before them. Those that used magics or unarmed fighting readied themselves, only to be dropped to their knees by a sharp pain that all but rendered them unconcious.
"I have not come for a fight, merely to speak uninterrupted. I wish to join your ranks." Xerath began, hovering towards the judges at the center of the room. "In exchange for my alliegence, I require access to your storages of powerful magical items and the right to use them." he continued. Calmly, he began a steady approach towards the desks of the judges, as every summoner and champion glared at him uneasily. After careful concideration of there options, they decided that the best course of action was to allow him entry.
"Very good. I will now take my leave, but one last thing... This contraption restricts my powers, I have joined for the sole purpose of finding a means to escape it... You will not impede my progress." And after uttering those final words, Xerath was engulfed in another blinding light, marking his exit of the tense room. All the weapons were then returned to the respective owner from the walls.
Outside the guild hall; Character Perspective- Sona
'That man... that... whatever he is... I feel so bad for him... To be prevented access to your own power? He's right! That's sickening!... It's strange though... he took the time to achieve his goals... but what does he do now?'
After I continued pondering, I realized that he was hovering only a few feet ahead of me, turning to look at him in surprise.
"I had no idea that you cared for me so deeply... Not only did you wait as I'd asked, but you continued thinking of me as well... Most intriguing..." he said telepathically.
I immediately blushed and turned away, slowly staanding up and asking, "So... what do you want to do now?"
"Well in the long term, escape these shackles; in the short term... I'm not so sure... Any suggestions?" he replied.
At those words, I got a spring in my step, pulling giddily towards the music hall. "Every one else has heard me play on my etwahl except you!"
"Well that's not entirely true, I- whoa!" he tried to respond, being yanked at the arm by my hand. I was so enthused that the growing warmth in my hands did not even slow me down.
External Perspective
They reached the music hall and continued down the narrow corridore next to it that lead to an empty stage with an adjoining room full of instruments. Sona leasurely stepped onto the stage and kneeled down after giving a respectful bow. A soft blush appeared on her cheeks as she stared at Xerath from the stage, but it quickly faded when she began to play. The smooth melody picked up energy, growing sadder and more beautiful. Xerath closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander, accidentally stumbling onto Sona's thoughts as she played. The creeping sorrow entranced Xerath's heart, causing his vibrent glow to dim, however after several more minutes the song ended and Sona opened her eyes.
"Sona... Thank you. That was one of the most beautiful things that I've ever heard... But incidently, I stumbled into your mind... It must be terrible not knowing one's past..." Xerath said drifting up to her, resting a hand of energy on her shoulder. "My own music may not be so lovely, but I will return the favor..." Xerath then floated over to the room that housed all the other instruments. He raised both arms and faint lightening arced into the room, soon after, the instruments all drifted out of the room single-file and rearranged themselves into an orchestra before the two. First to begin were the soft brass and percussion in a smooth, almost jazzy sound. It grew more powerful and unruly as the heavier brass, woodwind, and string instruments joined, soon tapering off into a minute long trumpet and flute duet, eliciting a smile from Sona. As the last two instruments continued their duel, the flute slowly faded into silence, and the rest spurred up an overwhelmingly sad combination of heavy brass and soft, low playing wind instruments. The sorrow was eventually stopped by an emensly agressive brass and percussion interjection, sparking a short interval of rage and still more sorrow, fading back to the lone trumpet that slowly drifted off into a smooth silence.
The silence was then broken by the mild droning of the instruments hovering and the telepathic sounds of Sona's sobs. "That was the... most beautiful... thing I've ever heard!" she cried, running over to Xerath, tears streaming down her face as she jumped into a hug around him. The dullness of his energy sparks faded into a warmth that soothed away every tear that marked the maven's cheeks. She leaned away from him, smiling sadly as she began to blush at the previous embrace. Xerath was previously holding her lower back and upper shoulders to sooth away her sorrows and began to produce an energy that pulsed from his hands into her skin.
"No more tears. This song was a retelling of my life, in all its sorrow and glory. You needn't cry for my pain... Come! Let us perform in harmony!" Xerath said, raising his arms and the instruments in turn.
"I will recite every note of this song to you so you can keep harmony... if you can keep up..." Sona replied in a tease. Her instrument levetated over to her and she began playing another sickly sweet song, telepathically whispering the notes to Xerath as one by one, the other instruments joined in. The once powerrful, roaring orchestra was soft, filed with the same sorrow that seeped out of every note Sona played. The symphony faded into a duet between the once lonesome trumpet and Sona's etwahl, then slowly into silence.
Again Sona's eyes opened, the beginning of tears glimmering in the natural light of Xerath's form.
"No more tears, Sona..." Xerath said, snapping his fingers to send the instruments back into the room from whence they came. "You sully your beauty by crying... And beauty such as yours should never be sullied." Xerath continued, resting a tingling hand on her shoulder once again. Her tears slowed to a hault as the same warmth as before penetrated her body.
"Um... Xerath?... What is that?... The warmth, I mean." she asked, slightly blushing in her confusion.
"Oh yes... My power can be conveyed in a multitude of ways. When one is woeful or crying, I can use my power to lift their spirits, or simply use kind and wise words. I rarely get the opportunity to use the former, however." he replied, closing his eyes and lifting an arm to the back of his helmet. Immediatly after lowering his hand, he took Sona's and said, "Lead the way, Dear Maven, I know not where I am yet to explore."
She lit up with glee and lead him into the barraks. She showed him to his room as well as where to find hers. When he entered, he ground one of his claw-like into the door inside the room, the marks glowing a vibrent blue that faded into a grey burn. Sona stared at the door temporarily, looking up to him with a confused gaze.
"What?... You've never seen a teleportation spell before?..." When she shook her head, he chuckled, continuing. "It's in case of danger. Just call me and without hesitation, I will appear." he said pointing to the marks.
"I see. And just what sort of trouble do you expect me to get into?" she asked sarcastically, placing a hand on her hip.
Without missing a beat, Xerath replied, "Well that depends on how misgevious you are..." Sona blushed, unprepared for his confident retort. Xerath merrely chuckled, turning back to the door, making another mark. This one was more intricate and glowed a faint pink that neverr faded. "Ane this one is for you... If you ever need to escape, merely think of me and speak the command word 'find' and you will be teleported to wherever I am."
"That's great and all... but... I! Don't! Speak!" she shouted telepathically.
"Oh! Yes, of course! I will change it at once!..." he replied, turning back to the door and further playing with the magics. "There!... Now you simply need to invision me and reach out your hand. I will take it and pull you through space to where ever I am... This spell works anywhere, provided you remain living here." Xerath then scratched the back of his helmet again, chuckling slightly. "So tell me Sona... Where else should we go before I begin my research in the record hall?" he asked, floating towards her slowly.
Before she could reply, Sona's stomach growled quite loudly and a blush appeared on her face.
"I'll take that as a suggestion to go to the mess hall... Despite my lack of a need of sustinance, I shall accompany you. It would be a good place to begin building alliances among the other champions, not to mention that I rather enjoy your company."
Another blush allerted Xerrath to the fact that she wasn't used to complements. "Th- thank you... I... I rather enjoy your company as well..."
They then left the room and began a slow treck towards the dining hall. Without even touthing the doors, they swung open, revealing the interrior in all its glory. Stone tables stood between 3 and 6 feet above the ground with stools of varying height surrounding them. They were at least 10 feet wide and likely 100 feet long as to offer room for every champion to sit, (and there were 4 of them) with smaller tables speckling the space around them. Adjoining the main room was a significantly smaller room of a much greater quality, likely due to the use of less people of the unruely variety. As soon as the 50 foot tall doors lurched open, 25 or 30 of the champions that were dining glared at Xerath but were then shocked nearly to death to see his arcane fingers wrapped around Sona's and a smile on her face. She quickly grew nervous as the approached the long table at the center of the room that housed all of the prepared food.
"Do not worry, Dear Maven, they will not harm you, if anything, they would accost me." Xerath said, levatating a trey out of Sona's soft hands and leaving it afloat two feet in front of her. In a disgruntled sigh, Sona continued along the side of the table, gathering a rather large portion of a harty stew and bread with a stine of fruit juice.
"I guess you really were hungry... very well, follow me and I shall find a quiet place for you to enjoy your meal." Xerath said with a slight chuckle, leading Sona to one of the several round tables that dotted the spaces between the four grand tables. However, as soon as he'd chosen an empty table towards the outside of the dining hall, he was approached by a rather well built man with a grotesque, toothy grin.
"Hey, X-Zack, 'r what ever the fuck your name is! I'd like to have a little chat with you!" he snouted as he drew closer, swinging his axes effortlessy despite his intoxication.
"I see that there is going to be an altercation here. I appologise, but this gentleman requires my attention Sona, so I must leave your company for the time being. We will return shortly, please enjoy your meal in our absence."
"What the fuck are you going on about Mage? I'm not your friend!" He replied poking the bronze colored metal on Xerath's chest. A heavy sigh of frustration was heard from Xerath as he began to summon a blue and white electrical storm that spun and inveloped the two furiously, creating a blinding explosion that nearly caused Sona to drop her tray.
Bright light filled his eyes as Xerath teleported himself and his challenger to Summoner's Rift for their duel.
"One on one! You and me, you floating son of a bitch!"
"Very well. A duel to the death then. Though I should warn you, I'm difficult to defeat." Xerath said smugly.
"What 'cha mean 'defeat'?... 's to the death right?" the drunkard asked, agitation on his breath.
"Yes. However, seeing as I can't die, you need just defeat me instead."
"Then... Th- then... you should know w-... what m-my name is!... I'm Draven! The Grand Executioner!" he shouted, spinning his axes even faster.
"Very good. I trust you're aware of my name, but in case not; I am Xerath, The Magus Ascendant, as I've been called." Xerath replied, checking his claws in an unenthused manner. Just then, an axe lodged itself in the energetic form of Xerath's chest, causing him to chuckle. "Ha! Hahaha! You're joking, you must be! Cutting me is like cutting the wind! It's emencly difficult and will lead to you just making a fool out of yourself!" An angered look crept into Draven's unwavering smile as he began spinning his axe faster now. "You'll have to do better than that to strike me down with a blade." Xerath said cooly, gripping the handle of the axe, chuckling as the axe began to ignite into flames and burn away to dust.
'Who the hell does he think he is?! Nobody destroys the axes of Draven!' he thought to himself, a crazed look in his eyes. Continueing to chuckle condescendingly, Xerath was soon stopped by another axe burrying itself in him- this time in the center of his head. Another chuckle as he pulled it out, again decintigrating it in vibrant flames of blue and red.
"A very nice shot! I applaud your precision! For this feat of marksmanship, I will return your blades to you!" Xerath said waving his hand in his hollow complement before crossing his atherial arms yet again. Instantaniously, both of Draven's axes reappeared flying at him from either side, twirling end-overr-end, picking up speed as they approached.
Without batting an eye, Draven jumbed up in between them (one was aimed at his head and one for his hips). He spun in the air, the blades spiraling as they passed over and under his chest, he then gripped them by the ring-like handles, performing another spin in mid-air and finally launching them at blinding speeds towards Xerath's nonchillant form. They both stuck into his chest side-by-side at the exact same moment, hitting with such force that he made an audible but quiet ghasp. A mild look off displeasure in his eyes, Xerath spread his arms to either side as lightening began sparking out of his body. Then, a massive ball of lightening crackled in each hand before he slammed them together to charge himself to full power. He rooted himself to the ground using his electric storm, leaning back to charge before lurching violently forward, firing a burst of lightening that struck Draven right in his chest. Stunned, Draven dropped to his knees, ghasping for air, clutching his burnt chest and pounding on his heart, when another burst struck him in the exact same spot, stopping his heart and causing his chest to smoulder. He fell lifelessly forward, a look of confusion on his face. It appeared that only death could wipe away the twisted smile on his face. After a few seconds, a bright blue light from the sky resummoned Draven next to his corpse that soon disintigrated to ash. His smile was back and tears began to fill his eyes as a heavy laughter echoed from his throat.
"Bravo! Outstanding! You know, you're alright in my book, Mage!" Draven said in his laughter, clapping his hands before wiping his eyes of tears. "Let's go back to the mess and have a drink, this one's on me!" Draven continued, walking over to Xerath and putting a hand on his shoulder guard.
"I appreciate the offer, however, I do not and cannot drink." Xerath replied. He then summoned another storm that encircled them again, transporting them back to where they were prior to leaving. This caused Sona to spill the spoonful of stew that she'd been lifting toward her mouth all down her chest. Xerath noticed the embarrased look on her face as the fog from the storm passed. Without hesitation, he let loose a flash of light to mask the sight of her thin, sodden dress, simultaniously casting a teleportation spell, sending her back to her room to change and get cleaned up.
"What the hell was that all about?" Draven asked, slightly confused with a chuckle.
"She'd spilled her stew and was no longer presentable, I changed that." Xerath replied without hesitation.
"Whatever... I'll go get the drinks." Draven said turning away and walking off toward the 20-foot-diameter caske of ale on the far side of the room.
"I already... *Sigh*" Xerath replied trying to stop him.
Before he returned, which took quite a long while due to the sheer distance traveled, Sona had used the incantation that was left in her room to teleport back. After Xerath released her delicate hand, Sona sat down to continue enjoying (or rather 'inhaling') her stew. Draven then sat down at the table with the drinks and palled one to each of them.
"Again, I cannot ingest this... but thank you just the same..." he replied to the geature, using a field of energy to push the stine back to him.
"Shit. I thought you were joking! Thought that you'd turn into a human or something... Oh well, more for me!" Draven said before downing an entire stine in 15 seconds, letting out a contented sigh.
"Thank you." Sona said in a soft voice to Xerath as she scooted closer to him.
"Well well! Sona's got a crush on lightening boy, huh? Never woulda pegged you to be one to go for the tall, dark and incorporeal types..." Draven taunted, lifting up the other stine. Sona's face turned blood red with embarassment as she waved her hands and shook her head feverously as to silently convey to Draven that ne was mystaken.
Draven never batted an eye before replying. "Whatever you say..." He then gulped down the other stine and got up to go get more. He returned 5 minutes later with 3 stines in hand, he placed one in front of each of them. One was empty and was slid in front of Xerath before he could snap at the erogant executioner. Sona looked down into the warm ale in the wooden tankard for several seconds before looking back up to Draven with confusion on her silent face.
"It's for a cheer. Come on Sweetheart, lift yours up and join in. Xerath, an opening if you please!"
"To new beginnings..." Xerath replied, lifting his mug.
"Good start, Sona, now it's your turn..." Draven said peering at the still nervous maven. He began to grow impatient when Xerath broke his gaze.
"She said 'To new friends'."
"Now that's more like it! To the happy couple!" Draven teased, clanking their stines together, winking at Sona. She looked down in embarassment as she sipped her ale. Twenty minutes or so later, and Sona finnished off her drink,already feeling tipsy, but before she could stop him, Draven was gone, later returning with 4 more tankards. He plopped back down, sliding two to her one at a time, egging her on as she drank them down. She polished off the first with relative ease as she began to like the taste, gulping down the second, sighing with contentment as her cheeks grew red and warm and her eyes grew heavy.
"I... I think... I'd like... to go home... no-now..." she studdered out, hiccuping to Xerath. Be knodded and drifted away from the table, his chains clanking as they dropped free of the tabletop. He then helped Sona to her feet and began leading her out of the mess hall, snapping his fingers to materrialize the gold to pay Draven for her drinks. He made a sluggish pace as to avoid tripping up the drunken songsmith as she held to his arm and rested her head on his upper arm.
"Why... don- don't we just... just go... just go there?" Sona asked, her telepathic voice being broken by slurring and hiccups.
"I have spent a large amount of power teleporting Draven and myself to and from Summoner's Rift, so I require some time to replennish." he said nonchillantly, guiding her to a bench in the courtyard. He drifted into a seated position as she plopped down softly next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and held close to him, feeling herself start to go numb in the embrace.
"It's so cold out here, could you warm me up? Please?" she asked in a pouting voice, turning to look up at him with her innocent eyes.
"Of course, whatever you like..." he chuckled, igniting the warming feeling that his energy could produce. Sona snuggled up to him, her arms sliding up to his neck as she pulled heself into his lap. She burried her face in the energies that churned between the plates on his chest; her grip on his neck releasing as she slinked down into a curled position in his lap like a small child with herr father. She suddenly broke this embrace after several minutes to pull herself up to kiss the side of his faceplate and whisper, "Such a gentleman." before sliding back into her previous position. She smiled faintly as the energy swirling inside the mage's form churned abruptly and violently at the words and actions that she cad previously committed. Sona then drifted off to sleep, again snuggling into the atherial forces of Xerath's lower chest. Several moments as Xerath waited to ensure that she was asleep to lift her and carry her back to her room. When they reached the doors of her room, he used energy to silently swing them open and continued carrying her bridal style into her room and to herr bed. He lowered her onto the soft sheets and was about to leave when her hand on his wrist guard stopped him. He turned around to see her half opened eyes and gentle smile as she telepathically whispered...
"Don't go... Please stay with me a while longer..."
"Of course, My Lovely..." Xerath replied drifting to lay in the bed beside her. Sona once again snuggled into him, falling asleep for good on the warm metal plate that covered his upper torso, pulling his arm to rest over her shoulder. Xerath stared true to his word and never left her side, despite his curiolity as to what the League possessed in its vaults.
End Chapter 1: Light Through the Darkness.