She was beautiful. Not over the top beautiful, but beautiful no matter what. Her blonde hair almost flowing in the night. Her nightgown barely covering her, accented her small frame and pale skin. As she lay resting in her bed, she shivered from the cool air coming in from the windows. Little did she know, an assassin had snuck in, sent to kill her. She tossed and turned her dreams controlling every action. The assassin in the room stood in the corner watching her, trying to figure out if this was the girl he was truly sent to kill. A young girl, about his age, small and skinny. This was no warrior, this couldn't be the Lady of luminosity. He assumed it was an older woman, perhaps a demacian elder who passed down her knowledge. Someone he could kill easily, someone simple, not as beautiful. He looked around the room and spotted her armor and staff. He concluded this must really be her. He approached the sleeping girl ready to finish the job. She rolled in her sleep her hair falling to frame her face. He looked at her and somehow couldn't help but feeling guilty for what he was about to do. He raised a blade ready to strike, when she woke up startled jumping up almost killing herself right then and there. She looked around trying to recognize that she was in her room, safe. She turned her head and saw him with his blade raised.
She was surprisingly calm when in the face of death. She locked her blue eyes with his. Her eyes questioning him trying to recognize a feature or face. He couldn't do it, those blue eyes staring into his soul, making him question everything he's ever done. He lowered the blade.
"Just kill me and get it over with," she whispered coldly. She crossed her arms and waited for the inevitable. She looked over and watched him sheath his blade. "You're not going to kill me?" She questioned. The assassin shook his head and looked at her.
"No, I'm not," he said thinking of a lie to say, "It isn't fair to kill the Lady of Luminosity in her sleep."
"Ugh, please don't call me that. I hate that title," she said almost disgusted with herself for having that title, "you're going to kill me. You can call me Luxanna. I'd rather die hearing something I like to be called by. You're from Noxus, aren't you?" He nodded, not sure why he was telling her this information.
"Well let's see, male assassin from Noxus," she pondered trying to identify him, "you must be uhh...something with a t... uhh. You must be Talon, correct? Only Noxus sends their best assassins for demacians." He nodded again.
"We'll meet again...Luxanna," he said almost choking for speaking her name, "but not in this situation. Watch you're back." With that he went to the window and leaped out into the darkness. She got up and rushed to the window. Seeing where he went. She couldn't see a thing, she closed the window and locked it. She grabbed her staff that supplies her, her magic. She set it next to her and got back into bed. It took her a bit to fall back asleep thinking of Talon and his attempt on her life. She brought her staff closer to her and finally fell asleep. Whisked away into dreams of battles with her assassin.