I know this isn't the new Chosen arc, I'm working on it guys, it's just slow. I've been busy the past week or so. Anyway, this one's basically highlighting how Aurelion Sol got to the League and stuff. I got him when he came out and my goodness he's fun! But enough of my babbling on real life stuff. This story takes place after the Project Initiative story, it'll take some aspects from the new Targon lores (still mad about them!), but very little (i.e. the 'Aspects' and Pantheon being able to control Aurelion Sol). Anyway, we get to see another map other than Summoners' Rift and we meet some Chosens that haven't come into play yet!
Chapter 1
"You're awful excited about something," Cira pointed out as she walked into the kitchen and took dinner out of the oven.
"The Golden Comet is going to be visible within two days," Leona replied, excitement coloring her voice, "It hasn't been seen in hundreds of years…the first time it showed up was when the first Avatar of the Sun was chosen. And now it's back for my reign,"
"I bet the Solari are having a field day," Cira teased.
"And the Rakkor," Leona nodded, "They're doing something to honor their Celestials,"
"Celestials?"
"Yes, their Sun, Moon, and Stars,"
"Who is…" Cira sputtered.
"You didn't know? I believe Diana and I are obvious…the Solari are letting her back into the village for this event because she's the Moon's Avatar, while they're not worried that she'll do anything…it's the fact that she did kill sixteen of them when she was very weak and hurt and by herself. They didn't dare tell her no. And there's the fact that I told them she was coming and they weren't to harm her,"
"You do kinda owe her," Cira pointed out.
"She saved my life," Leona agreed, "I'm never going to forget that,"
"So who's this 'Star'?"
"Pantheon,"
Cira gave an incredulous laugh.
"Panth is a Celestial?"
"Yes. His spear is made from a falling star, he's the only one who can use it. It belonged to the First Rakkoran, the one who founded our village and the Mountain's namesake. Not to mention, Pantheon is also the name of one of the more well-known constellations in our night sky. It shone the brightest and right over his home when he was born. His parents took it as a sign that he would be a great warrior and named him after the constellation," Leona explained, "Celestials live for…well…a very long time. We can be killed, more often by each other than not, but old age has no affect on us. Our children, if we have any, also have unnaturally long lives. But when we do die, our abilities pass on to one in our family. Diana and I are descended from Eleana Aurora, the first Radiant Dawn from our father and Levana Nyx, the first Scorn of the Moon from our mother. Pantheon is descended from the original Artisan of War, Targon Ouranos, from his father,"
"So you do have middle names," Cira smiled.
"Pantheon Atreus, Diana Selene and Leona Aurelia," Leona replied, "Pantheon's middle name came from the constellation's brightest star, Diana's from another name for moon, mine…I don't know. There was a story about the comet being called Aurelion Sol, 'Golden Sun' because it is gold in color and it was bright like the sun. My name I suppose is derived from that,"
"So when are we supposed to be present for this event?" Cira asked.
"Soon, I'd say," Leona replied, "After all, a few days in Runeterra is but a few hours here,"
Cira gave a laugh as Arthur came into the room, giving a sigh as he sat down at the table.
"Rough day?" she asked, coming over and rubbing his shoulders soothingly.
"You could say that," he mumbled, closing his eyes as Cira kissed his forehead.
"People at work or Panth?"
"A mixture of both?"
He gave a wince as Pantheon voiced his opinion rather loudly inside his skull.
"Pantheon, you can't solve everything with violence, no matter how much you want to punch the guy across the table," Arthur chastised.
"You two fighting again?" another voice asked, making the two Chosens look up at a dark haired girl with a faint silver mark on her forehead.
"Panth and Arthur, yes," Cira quipped, "Me and Leo, no. Glad to see you finally up, Mir,"
Diana's Chosen gave a slight half-smile as she sat down at the table.
"Night shift's a nasty thing to get used to," she replied, yawning before eyeing the dinner laying on the stove, "Everything done or do I…"
She stopped as a cold rush flooded through her. She looked up at Cira and Arthur, seeing Cira's long blonde hair turn white while Arthur's own blond hair turned black and catching a glimpse of her dark hair turning silver.
"Guess we'll have to wait on dinner," Cira laughed as her voice gained a metallic edge and silver armor spread over her form before she burst into particles of sunlight.
Arthur gave an aggrieved sigh before he too burst into fragments of light.
"Ready?" Mir asked.
"Always," Diana's voice smiled as her vision burst into silver wisps of moonlight.
"I don't like this map," Cira whined as she held her arms, shivering from the frigid air.
"Ah, it's not so bad," Mir replied, grabbing a few things from the shop.
Cira shot her a glare.
"Considering you don't have to deal with your servos locking up…" Cira grumbled, visor flashing as she massaged her wrist, warming the delicate workings up.
"You'll do fine," Arthur reassured her, "You weren't the fastest anyway,"
She gave him a gentle, for her, slap on the arm, making Arthur rub said arm in pain.
"You two lovebirds done fighting yet?" Mir asked, giving a sly grin as Cira's visor flashed in embarrassment while Arthur rubbed the back of his head, "I'll take that as a yes,"
Cira gave a sigh, leaning against Arthur's form as she shivered only to catch sight of something and grin.
"Well…there is one thing I like about the map," she admitted, kneeling down and pulling out a small biscuit of sorts, "C'mon little guy…I won't hurt you,"
"Cira…" Arthur chuckled, watching as a small, round ball of white fur with horns toddled out of the bush.
The Radiant Dawn gave a squeal of happiness as she picked up the little fur ball, cuddling it and laughing as it licked her.
"Cira loves her poros, doesn't she?" Mir deadpanned as Cira hugged the little guy so close that it gave a chirruping sound.
"They're so cute!" said Chosen squealed.
"I see we're in good hands," a low voice asked, making the three Targon warriors turn around to see Lucian standing behind them, visor flickering softly as he came closer and fed the poro in Cira's arms, "All I gotta do is stand behind you three and shoot,"
"Very funny, Jonathan," Cira smiled, her own visor glowing bright, "You and Luci still getting along?"
"As long as I don't see Hayden, I'm fine," the other Project Chosen replied.
Jonathan Cross Jr. and Hayden White were the two newest additions to the ever growing group of Chosens. Jonathan was Chosen by Lucian and Hayden…well, Hayden was Chosen by Thresh so you could see how well that was going.
Suddenly, a sharp pain entered Cira's chest and her energy drained. She gave a shuddering gasp as her shield and sword clattered to the ground, and her world exploded into sunlight only to fade to grey. She hadn't been killed that early had she!? But as soon as it started, Cira found herself standing on the bridge, unharmed.
"We are one now,"
Cira whirled around, seeing a spectral figure in archaic armor, three glowing, misty spears pierced through her back while a more corporeal one lay in the figure's hand.
"Krista, don't scare me like that!" Cira growled, putting a servo to her chest, while the Spear of Vengeance laughed.
"Had to Oathsworn someone, Cira, you know this," Krista Rhon, Kalista's Chosen, chuckled, "And you being our Support, we figured you would be the best,"
"Everyone's squishy but me," Cira bit her lip, but smiled as she picked up the poro again, nuzzling it and letting its soft fur tickle her cheek.
"I'm half tempted to take one home," she muttered, "Janie would flip,"
"Apartment doesn't allow pets, remember?" Arthur told her.
"They said no cats or dogs…a poro's not either!"
Arthur gave a groan, shaking his helm as he looked up at the approaching enemy team.
"That…is Illaoi…and Garen…and Olaf…" he said slowly.
"And Yas and Fiora," Mir finished.
"Three Chosen to our five," Cira nodded.
"I've met Victoria," Mir started, "But who…"
"Garen's Chosen, Kaidan Darkhound and Yas' Chosen, Dylan Cross,"
"No relation to me," Jonathan chuckled, "For obvious reasons,"
"I haven't fought against Illaoi yet," Arthur said slowly, "As Chosen I mean…Ci, you've done it…what's it like?"
"Don't let her rip out your soul…" Cira warned…
Right as something grabbed at her and she felt like something was missing. She looked back at the enemy team, just to see a shining blue form standing in the middle of their team. Leona's voice was silent as the shade looked at Cira.
Leona opened her mouth, trying to speak, but Cira was already running to get out of Illaoi's circle of influence.
"Get away from me," Cira ordered her teammates as something snapped inside her and her world turned a strange aqua color.
Her body moved, but it felt as if she were moving through water. She heard a bubbling sound, whirling around right as a tentacle appeared before her, smacking at her. Cira dodged out of the way.
"Your soul drowns," Illaoi started bringing back memories of drowning and lightning and pain, "Fight,"
Cira blocked the smack with her shield, stabbing at the tentacle and sending glittering blue liquid spraying into the air as it died.
"Your souls wait for you," Illaoi taunted as Cira killed another one, "Take them back if you can!"
Cira stabbed through the heart of the third tentacle, looking up to see Leona's shade smiling happily as she reached out.
The two touched and the shade burst into light, racing back and streaming into Cira's eyes, nose and mouth.
"That was not pleasant," Leona's voice shuddered as Cira gave a sigh of relief.
"I agree," Cira growled, casting out her blade and catching Illaoi in the chest plate…only to slam her shield into the Kraken Priestess' nose, sending blood spraying, "Don't ever separate a Chosen and their Champion again,"
She drove her blade through Illaoi's chest and the bigger woman gave a booming laugh.
"You are in motion!" she cackled, "You have learned, Sun Warrior, this 'Chosen' of yours…she is definitely in motion…Her, I like!"
And her eyes fluttered shut as her 'soul' whirled through the sky.
"First Blood!" the announcer called…
"BROHOOO!" a voice roared and Cira just had enough time to see the Graggy Ice toting Viking charging out of the bush…and driving his axe through Cira's helm, making her vision burst into sunlight and then dark grey.
"Well…that went well," Leona deadpanned as she appeared next to Cira's incorporeal form.
"We killed Illaoi and got first blood, it was worth it," Cira shrugged.
"Double kill!"
Leona frowned.
"Who got…"
"TRIPLE KILL!"
"RAAAAH!"
"Oh, that's why," Leona blinked as Pantheon dove into the team, spear nearly glowing with lethal intent.
"Remember what you told me about Rakkor warriors and uh, their 'berserker' switch?" Cira asked.
"QUADRA KILL!"
"You saw what I did to Viktor, you tell me," Leona deadpanned as she and Cira rejoined and reappeared on the fountain.
"I be thinking Panth is…"
"PENTA KILL!"
"Let's…go calm him down," Cira suggested.
"I couldn't agree more,"
It didn't take long, the Artisan of War was badly hurt after his dive into enemy lines, Leona took over and wrapped her arms around Pantheon's shoulders, the red-tinged amber eyes in the shadowy warrior's helmet still burned.
"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE!?" Pantheon roared, "COME AND FACE ME COWARDS! MY SPEAR IS RESTLESS! IT THIRSTS FOR MORE!"
"Pantheon, come back to me," she murmured, "Don't let your anger win, I'm here, I'm alive…"
She kissed his neck, making his labored breathing calm down while the amber eyes turned a cool blue color.
"What happened?" Arthur asked as Cira took back control.
"You completely lost it after I died," she explained, "Don't worry about it…let's play,"
Arthur gave a nod, renewing his grip on his spear, and the couple dashed forwards, leading the way.
"Well, you win some, you lose some," Jonathan shrugged as the five Chosen materialized back in the Institute of War once again.
"True," Cira nodded, as her form glitched and faded back to the 'Classic' form, "That was your first loss, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," the Purifier nodded as his snowy white hair turned back to black, "But, I've gotta go, see you all later. Have fun with your festival thing on Targon,"
"Ah…I forgot about that," Arthur started, "Been a little busy at the office…"
"I'm sure it'll be fine," Cira replied, waving as Krista too left, just as silently as she had come.
"You know…I don't know if I like Krista or not," Arthur said slowly, "She's so quiet…quieter than you, Ci,"
"She's lonely," Cira countered, "She sees us with our families and companions…but all she has is Kalista and the vengeful spirits that make her up. Her parents died right in front of her, her best friend nearly killed her…she has no one. Dianne and Kalista were the ones who came to her when she was dying. Either death by Dianne's arrow or eternal vengeance with Kalista,"
"And we know who she chose," Mir deadpanned as the trio walked out of the room and down the hall, "Come on, we need to get ready, the comet reaches Targon at midnight tomorrow…but I think the people are going to be working on us until then,"
"You two," Arthur teased before his eyes flashed gold and Pantheon took over, "Women take forever to get ready,"
He was then promptly smacked upside the head by Mir and Cira…only for the two Chosens' eyes to shift color and he got smacked again by Leona and Diana as Arthur took control.
"I believe we made a mistake," Pantheon told him.
"Gee, ya think," Arthur grumbled, rubbing his head as Mir and Cira laughed.
So you see, this is quite a bit into the future, we have our first Shadow Isle champion (Kalista), two more Projects (Yas and Luci. As of right now, out of all the Projects, Yi's the only one who has no Chosen) and a new Demacian (Garen). Next time, we go to Mount Targon and the fun begins...This won't be anywhere near as long as the Project story, I just wanted to do something for the release of Aurelion Sol.
Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.