Desolation. Darkness. Despair. Three words that perfectly summarize the unfortunate status of a land stricken by death – a land that cannot even be recognized due to its widespread destruction. Houses of stone and towering buildings are wrecked, debris have scattered as much as how the small hills of carcasses are spread, yet what makes the scene rather enigmatic are the presence of two flagpoles, pinned on the cold ground next to each other and held steady by corpses around them. One red and one blue cloth of refined material attached to long steel poles. As winds occasionally blow over, the flags are lifted to their direction. The flags themselves are torn nearly to shreds, but two emblems are recognizable from whatever is left of them – two emblems of two noble kingdoms: Noxus and Demacia.
Strangely, an ominous wind blows over the area, and for some reason, the sky is as crimson red as the bloody battlefield below. Apparently, an aftermath of a great war is what can be found on the land, yet both sides seemingly have lost. However, the result of the great skirmish could still be turned around.
A mighty yet bedraggled warrior from the blue side, dressed in regal armor of azure and gold, stood up, holding a greatsword. Panting heavily, he still tried to move, taking small yet quick steps whilst avoiding stepping on the corpses of his fallen comrades. On his way, he stumbled upon a familiar golden crown, a girl that he loved, and more that made the warrior almost tremble in fear and despair. He was even hoping for a sentinel to come down from the sky to help them, but he was just trying to cure the despair he is experiencing. In a slow pace, the warrior attempted to reach the blue flag of his nation.
On the other side, where the red flag hails from, a lady of distinguishable crimson hair raises herself from the ground. Her face had a large scar across it, still bleeding, yet she also began to make her way to the blood red flag at the middle of the field. Sharp blades of steel dangle from her belt and the straps around her body. These weapons are even painted with fresh red blood that drips at the tips. On the way, the lady saw the warrior from the opposite side, now running towards the flags, too. With all her might, the female conjured a surge of magical energy around her, and in a blink, she found herself where the flags are, covering a large distance within a matter of seconds.
Just as when she was about to grab the blue flag and break it, the armor-clad warrior appears behind, aiming his greatsword down. The woman escapes to a distant location with her magic once again, but from faraway, she sees the warrior summon a big sword of solidified magical energy high in the sky. The magical weapon dropped quickly, and all the woman could see was only blinding light that reached out to engulf her…
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"AAH!" A young maiden wakes up from what appears to be a nightmare. In a sudden, the lamps turn on alone, and the doors to her bedroom open and a muscular man enters to comfort her.
"Luxanna, what happened to you?" The man questioned her who is sweating and pale from the bad dream.
"The Prince, me, the knights...W-We were all lying on the ground! Then you, brother, ran off and faced that Noxian princess and–"
"Calm down, sister. That was all a bad dream… Yes, you can control light, but I know you aren't gifted with premonitions."
"Y-You're not helping."
"Just… go to sleep, Luxanna. Let's discuss this tomorrow. It's midnight already!"
"O-Okay, brother… Good night. Sweet dreams."
"Good night. Sweet dreams."
Luxanna's brother exited the bedroom. She then proceeded to get some sleep, after flicking her fingers to turn off her lamps.