The Warrior Princess

by BigBoyInTown

Fiora's childhood was turbulent at best. Now, she's one of the finest and fiercest warriors in all of the League. She's always had an obnoxious and self-centered exterior and has no true friends. All of a sudden, she finds that she is indeed a very lonely person. Will she finally find someone she can call a friend? Perhaps, even more than a friend? First fanfic, RxR please.

1. The Lonely Princess

CHAPTER 1:

A swift strike was it all took for the warrior to wrench the life out of the unsuspecting opponent. Fiora, the Grand Duelist, looked around anticipating further retaliation by the enemy, but was met with nothing. She had just slain her opponent, Kha'zix. Satisfied she sheathed her sword and began to activate teleportation spell just as the announcer's ever familiar voice called out," LEGENDARY!" For the Grand Duelist, this was all routine, and securing the first blood for the team was as well. "Sch... Not even a challenge," she muttered under her breath. The enemy team soon surrendered. She hadn't lost a battle in her brief career with the League since joining over a three months ago except once. Her reputation for her swordsmanship and skill were unmatched and she quickly became a dominating force in the Fields of Justice. Few could keep up with lightning quick slashes and plunges, her reflexive parries, and her graceful movements except Jax, the Grandmaster at Arms. Suffering from her first loss to the Grandmaster, Fiora was enraged. For the first time, her haughty and selfish exterior had been challenged. Normally, she had always won, but that time, had to admit that Jax was called the Grandmaster for a reason. From then on, she held a begrudging hate for Jax, a purple man with three fingers and a lamp who defeated the great Fiora Laurent. Nevertheless, she still retained her obnoxious exterior attitude. This served only to garner the animosity of her fellow champions. WOOSH. Fiora soon found herself in her own chambers. It was cold and dank. The light's were off as well. Without further regard for her attire, she slumped into her better, exhausted from a day of battles. Silently, in full gear, she lay in her bed thinking in the darkness. For the first time in her life, she felt lonely.