CHAPTER 1: THIS IS MEANT TO STAY HIDDEN.
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It was still early in the morning as rays of light pushed themselves through the cream-colored curtains that kept the small room in darkness. The first target it came in contact with was a giant golden shield, its decorated surface reflected all the incoming beams into multiple directions. The sunlight eventually brushed over a sleeping woman's face, her eyelids trembled at the warm touch.
She took a deep breath, exhaling all the air out of her lungs, as if she wanted to replace it with the sun's glow.
Finally, she opened her amber eyes, her pupils dilated in the process.
Leona of the Iron Solari took in the scenery that was presented to her at dawn, it was her own room of regular size which was just as large as the other rooms at the Institute of War and perfectly suited for one person. The walls were decorated with drawings, markings & maps of the world and she had bookshelves filled with books about ancient Rakkor history, they were mostly war stories though. It reminded her of her village on Mt. Targon, it wasn't a safe and comfortable home on the peak of the snowy mountain but she could get homesick at times.
She wanted to get out of bed but noticed that short, pointy brown hair was sticking out from underneath the covers, it was brushing alongside her collarbone and moved further over her neck. The musclebound man she'd shared her bed with for the night had wrapped his arms around her body in a strong yet protective position, using her naked breasts as a pillow. The young woman wanted to open her mouth to clarify she was awake but he'd already entangled his hand from her red locks and rolled over to the empty side of the bed before she could speak up.
Leona moved her body upwards in a sitting position and covered her bare form with the blanket: "Are you awake?" She said at his back.
It took a moment but he eventually let out a small grunt, answering to her suspicion.
He got out of bed soon after that, preparing to get dressed. His clothing was scattered across the room and the Solari woman followed the giant man with her eyes focused on his back. It was filled with old scars and other gaps in his skin, many weapons had taken a bite from his flesh, he seemed to be gaining more every week.
She couldn't look anymore when he'd strapped his armor to his chest, but he sat down to put on his sandals.
The leather of his shoes made a muffled noise as he pulled them together and knotted it, probably too tight for his feet like always.
"Pantheon," The sun Goddess began, "How many matches will you attend to today?"
The man in question had finally found the rest of his attire on the ground and put on the remaining wrist-armor and his cape, the last items he grabbed were his mighty spear and shield.
Pantheon put on his helmet without batting the red-haired woman an eye and left for the door: "Seven, I'll be going now." He said just before he closed the door with a soft thud. Leona heard his heavy footsteps in the hallway and finally pushed the blankets off her body.
"Good luck..." She said to the empty room.
When morning had fully arrived in Valoran, Leona finally pushed the curtains out of the way to let the sun in like a welcomed guest. It was going to be a hot day, there were but little clouds in the sky and an easy breeze entered the room. She closed her eyes for a moment to let in the energy of the sun and thought it was about time to get dressed.
It didn't take much time for her to put on some clothing either. A warrior didn't have time to waste on beauty products or picking out matching colors in the latest fashion, even if she already was a beautiful woman.
She too closed the door behind her with a soft thud, hoping she wouldn't disturb anyone in the morning. It was a fresh dawn with birds in the sky and flowers starting to bloom. Leona was clad in a white-colored toga with a leather belt around her waist and an uncovered left shoulder where she'd let her long, red hair rest on in a ponytail. Her wrists were decorated by many golden jewelry, given to her by the Solari elders as she left for the Institute of War.
The mountain she'd spent her childhood on, training for war and playing with the other few children, was a far different world from the busy populated Institute. There weren't any scavenger hunts, hailstorms and drunken warrior fights either.
Also, she didn't have any matches scheduled for today so she left for the cafeteria to prepare breakfast.
It didn't take Leona long to reach the biggest room meant for Champions, there was a huge sliding door that led to a terrace, giving view over all of the city. There were a few other Champions already seated at nearby tables; Nasus, the immortal Curator and Librarian, Amumu & Annie and Garen, who decided to reside her for awhile for attending at least 20 matches a week.
Leona took a seat at an empty table in the clear sun, a plate filled with simple ingredients and a fresh drink. One who learned how to survive at the age of 3 could always eat lightly. Though her body was strong and it needed all the nutrients it could hold, restless Leona wasn't really that hungry.
She let her head rest on her left hand as she poked some lettuce on her fork: Seven, I'm going now... she remembered his deep voice echo through her head.
The sun-warrior sighed out loud, taking a small bite in the process: "You've always been like that, but don't drag me into that sour mood too."
Suddenly another plate was dropped upon the table but on the other side, at the edge of the table. Leona looked up from her squashed meal as a fellow red-haired woman sat down. "K-Katarina?" She spoke up, getting a stern look out of the corner of the woman's scarred eye.
"Yeah, I'm sitting here, I don't have a problem with you." Though her eyes narrowed. "Yet."
Leona nodded in silence.
A few minutes passed, the two ladies hadn't spoken to each other in the process and Leona didn't even look at the Noxian assassin. She'd almost finished her meal and readied her footing to get up from the wooden table.
"Can you believe it!" Katarina suddenly spat at her, to which she jumped back in her seat in an instance. "I was actually going to sit with that Garen guy but suddenly some nozy Demacian summoners took my seat and that dumbass eyed that I could piss off." She angrily took a bite out of the salad she was eating, some fell of the plate, so Leona noticed.
"W-Well he is a Demacian, after all..." Leona chuckled, her amber eyes trying to avoid the assassin's.
But Katarina continued: "Hmpf, it isn't that he is a Demacian and an idiot, it's that he's a man. All men are rude fuckers that should know a little restraint!"
Leona shrugged off the woman's colorful vocabulary: "Y-You might be a bit... correct."
"Come on, the only guy you hang around is that walking arsenal, Pantheon, how much would you know?" Katarina's green eyes met hers and the Solari woman finally crawled out of her seat, ready to bring her plate back to the kitchen. "Yes, you're right. So right, Miss Katarina." She began hesitatingly. "Excuse me, I shall leave you alone for now..." Then her feet hurried back inside, leaving the Noxian in the bright sun at the terrace table.
But the assassin who was also a woman followed the Goddess her back for a moment before shrugging it off and continuing to stab her salad.
A day had passed in Runeterra once again, an endless cycle that would never die. There was a full moon in the sky, reflecting all the remaining light of the sun unto the land, giving it a silver and pale glow. Leona stared towards the sky with a worried look on her face. It reminded her of someone she knew in her former life. The transaction from a normal girl with worrisome parents in an ancients old village of warrior to a Goddess chosen by the Sun like many Avatars before her was still a big shock to her.
It was very late in the evening and Leona had readied herself for bed, clad in simple red-colored lingerie. Her traditional headpiece was resting on the table next to the window, denying any moonlight from touching its surface. The sun-warrior looked at for a moment, she had two matches tomorrow and had to get up early again.
Her hand had already reached the covers of her bed but she was interrupted by a loud banging sound on the door. It awakened all her senses again as the fist knocking on the door didn't hesitate to do it loudly.
She hurried for the door, already knowing who it was. "Yes?" She still said, slowing opening the door to only reveal her face.
The harsh light of the hallway didn't even get to enter her sleepy eyes as a giant figure in front of her blocked all the incoming possible disturbances.
"Pantheon..." Leona began, looking into his glowing eyes from underneath the helmet. "H-How did it go?"
He didn't answer for awhile but his expression hardened, his body tensed up.
His armor remained unscratched, for the platform upon the Fields of Justice would hear any form of battle scars but his arms and legs were filled with scratches, a sign of immense training and an immense blowing-off-steam treatment in the training rooms.
Leona lowered her eyes to the Rakkorian warrior: "I see, it seems like you didn't win any matches today either..." She confirmed her own suspicions about his sudden appearance in front of her room.
He still hadn't said anything but he dropped his precious spear and shield on the floor as soon as Leona finished her sentence. Something in him had snapped.
A surprising weight hit her on the shoulder as the man a head taller than her dropped his head face-first into her long hair. He continued with wrapping his muscled, tanned arms around her body. "P-Panth-" Her voice shook for a moment, he'd suddenly grabbed her in the middle of the hallway, it was night but there could still be people roaming the building.
"Leona..." Finally, his voice showed a hint of emotion. "I need you..." He breathed in her neck, pushing her back into the darkness of her own room.
And at moment, the Radiant Dawn knew that she couldn't resist.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
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