A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction and any story in a long time. Advice and criticism is appreciated. I know there isn't much to go off but I have a lot of ideas for a second chapter and a long term story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Brief encounters

[Katarina]

Lunchtime at the Institute, painful as ever for Katarina. Unluckily, today she found herself on the Noxian table stuck between her sister and Draven of all people. It's not that Katarina didn't love her Cassiopeia, she was family after all, but having a half-snake half-human sister certainly came with some issues. And as for Draven, well...nobody likes Draven, except from Draven of course. Katarina and other champions alike always commend Darius for putting up with his younger brother and sticking his neck out for him on occasions. Across for her sat Talon, who's eyes gave her sympathy, but she knew he was secretly glad to not be her right now.

It took all of Katarina's strength not to lodge a knife into Draven's skull as he talked endlessly about how great Draven was, but she managed to suffer through lunch. The Sinister Blade gracefully stood up and let out a long sigh before making a move for the exit. She playfully balanced and juggled one of her knives between her fingers, an old habit that Katarina had since being a young assassin, it helped sooth her nerves and kill time if needs be. The knives provided to her by the Institute of War were nothing special, just silver knives which she took upon herself to sharpen.

Fond memories of her training flooded her mind as she played with the knife. One memory that is always crystal clear to her is when she received her first set of blades.

"Here you go Kat, with these blades you shall serve Noxus and cut down all the enemies of it." Marcus du Couteau stated, handing over the twin runic blades to his young daughter. Katarina received the gift with gleaming innocent eyes, knowing that one day she would serve her father and make him proud.

Katarina's memories came to an abrupt halt she she collided with something or rather someone in the dining hall. Katarina's eyes blurred as the back of her head struck the floor. Her face lit up a dark red, a somewhat similar colour to her hair. A few champions and summoners turned to look at her before realising what had happened, only making her face turn even more red. At the end of her feed stood a tall Noxian woman with silvery white hair. Her crimson eyes stared directly into Katarina's emerald green eyes. Those crimson eyes that looked like they could bare no more pain, no more suffering, they seemed to be remorseful about knocking over The Sinister Blade. Riven outstretched a hand and mumbled a soft "Sorry".

Katarina felt a sudden surge of anger flow through her, she boiled with anger inside of her, Katarina's emerald green eyes lit up with fury and stared directly at Riven.

"Filthy traitor" she spat. The Sinister Blade immediately shunpo'd to her feet and made a hasty exit, leaving Riven shocked and Stunned.

[Riven]

"What is her problem?" Riven pondered to herself. She sat down next to The Will of the Blades, one of the few friends she has acquired in the League. The Ionian table was mostly empty, everybody has already eaten or are too busy meditating, in typical Ionian tradition. As such, nobody really cared if Riven sat at the Ionian table, she was probably more welcome here than the Noxian table. "Why is ever Noxian so hot-headed?" joked Irelia. Riven chuckled and began to eat her food. Irelia followed suit as they eat in silence.

"Traitor". This word held no meaning to Riven any more, she had been labelled with it so many times, how could she care any more? She did not regret leaving all those years ago, some Noxians are merely living in the past, that much was proven if some Ionian champions could accept her. Riven brushed the thought aside, she quickly finished her food and made her way through the huge halls of the Institute to begin her day.