The Plight of an Angel
I remember fighting a few moments before…before pain took over and my body felt like it was of fire.
A few hours earlier
"I am not going to let happen again! You will not be able to leave like last time!" Kayle screamed. Even when the pain was close to being over whelming her focus was narrowed and targeted on the retreating back. The pale skin mostly hidden by the purple hair was all that she was able to focus on and she made an effort to stand once more. Her body protested as she pushed herself up, the armor that usually gleamed in the sun felt like more of a burden and the usually smooth surface was dented. In one last effort she transferred power into her sword and ran towards the purple haired woman, the sword incased in fire. Just at the last moment she was stopped. Following the staff that stopped her attack she came face to face with Nasus.
"Why are you stopping me?", Kayle demanded to know. "She is of no concern to you"
"As a matter of fact she is" Replied Nasus. With that he swung down and put Kayle out of action. Turning back to the purple hair woman he addressed her. "Morgana, you are needed by Swain. It is time to head back" With that he stalked off into the darkness. His job was done and that was all that matter to him. Morgana looked down at Kayle's fallen figure. "So close, sister. Better luck next time." Morgana left the area, leaving Kayle alone; no love would be lost between them.
In the present
Kayle groaned as she came to. Immediately she looked around for her sword and urged her battered body to grasp it in her hand. Once the painful task was done she pushed herself even further until she was on her knees. There was a moment lasting a few heartbeats were Kayle just knelt there, she could feel her body in so much pain and the urge to cry was threatening to over flow. I can't stay here for much longer, she thought, the danger is still out there and I must stop it. I need to find a way to move and since every part of me hurts I might have to use my win-. She paused at that thought. The usual sound of feathers brushing against each other couldn't be heard. Disturbed by the thought she made her wings stretch out. Looking at them just out of the corners of her eyes, she regretted the choice. The wings that were once pure white and showed the world that it is possible to be clean of all sins were now charred in places. Holes were scattered here and there; there was no questioning that flying today was not an option, flying tomorrow was not an option and maybe flying would never be an option. "Piltover", Kayle gasped out. "One last chance with the inventors of Piltover. They can do something and I must not give up hope" With that Kayle made a start to Piltover the one place that might be able to do something for her. To make her fly once more even if it was just for a day.
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Disclaimer (AT THE BOTTOM BECAUSE IT LOOKS SEXIER DOWN HERE): I own nothing really so meh. There you have it.