The match had ended with blue team squeaking by. It was a close, sixty minute match, but unfortunately the game came to an end with a whiffed ultimate. Blue team had aced red team and pushed from tier 2 mid turret all the way to nexus.
"I was so close to a pentakill," the axe wielding Noxian grumbled as he walked out of blue team's summoning room. "If that damn flying yordle hadn't ran off..."
"Do not fret, brother," the mustached executioner said wrapping his arm around his brother. "Draven was able to execute the yordle with his glorious ultimate. No one can escape the DRAAAAAAAVEN!"
Darius just grumbled at his brother's antics, shrugged Draven's arm off and headed for the exit. The Chain Warden was the next to leave accompanied by the Card Master and the Titan of the Depths.
"If it wasn't for my skill and plays, he would have never made it to late game," Thresh grumbled. "I set up so many easy kills you could've taken them Nautilus."
"Yes I could've, but it was better for the team," the titan responded.
"I guess so, but someone needs to knock him down a notch."
"So one will one day," Twisted Fate said. "Just have to wait for the right person."
And with that Twisted Fate Destinied out of the Institute of War. Thresh and Nautilus were about to exit through the doors when they heard shouting from the red team room. The doors burst apart, pieces of wood flying everywhere. A woman with pink hair with enormous gloves stormed through the debris followed by a doctor.
"Vi, calm down," the doctor said. "It wasn't her fault. Everyone made mistakes in that last fight."
"Yeah but it was her ult that missed!" Vi shouted turning on the doctor.
The doctor did not flinch or show any signs of emotion. He just stood there looking Vi right in the eyes. The two stood staring at each other, neither one blinking.
"Vi give it a rest," a woman dressed in dark purple said exiting the doorway. "You made the mistake using your ultimate on Darius."
"It wasn't my fault!" Vi yelled, breaking the eye contact with Shen. "My summoner made me do it!"
"And it was Sona's summoner who missed her ult."
Unable to think of a comeback, Vi just stared at Syndra. Syndra smirked and floated past Vi and Shen. Shen followed suit. Vi recovered herself and saw Thresh and Nautilus watching.
"What are you two looking at?" she snarled. She turned and left.
Thresh and Nautilus looked at each and then headed to red team's room. They walked in and saw Sona sitting on a bench crying. Corki was standing on the bench trying to comfort her, but wasn't succeeding. Sona's etwahl was sent on the bench next to her, and Corki's ROFL Copter was parked in a corner. Corki looked up and acknowledged the two champions.
"Sona, it wasn't your fault," Corki said turning back to her. "Your summoner made a mistake. It happens. Vi's summoner made a mistake too. Ulting a tank, who does that in a team fight?"
Sona didn't respond in any way. She just continued to cry. Corki looked depressed that he couldn't lift her spirits.
"Sona," Nautilus said setting his anchor down and taking a knee in front of Sona. He placed a gloved hand lightly on her shoulder. "No one else is mad at you. Shen and Syndra told Vi she was wrong. Besides, the game is over. Don't worry about the past. Look forward to the future and make the best of it. Look at me."
Nautilus took his hand off Sona's shoulder and lifted her head up with his hand. Tears were still falling from the Maven's eyes.
"I used to be a mighty sailor, but then I was changed into this. I thought my life was over and I aimlessly wandered the seas. I eventually came here and became a champion of the League and my life has never been better."
Sona just looked at him, her tears coming to a stop.
"My point is: Keep moving forward. Don't dwell in the past. You can't change it now."
Nautilus stood up and grabbed his anchor. He held out his hand to Sona.
"Come on," he said. "Let me walk you home."
Sona wiped her eyes and nodded. She grabbed her etwahl and then grabbed Nautilus's hand. The two champions left the room and the Institution. Thresh and Corki were left alone in the summoning room. Corki hopped into his copter and started it up. Corki flew over to Thresh and hovered next to him.
"I'm heading over to Gragas's bar," the yordle said. "Would you care to join?"
"I would have to respectfully decline," Thresh said. "I must get back to the Shadow Isles. I got my prison to attend to."
"Suit yourself. Good game Thresh."
Corki stuck out his hand to Thresh. Thresh shook his hand. Corki revved his engine and took off. Thresh did one last survey of the room and proceeded out of the Institute.
This is my first League of Legends FanFic. I'm not sure where I want to go with this yet, but I either want to center this around Thresh or Sona or even Vi. Anyway, let me know what you think.
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