Author's Note/Preface.
This is basically a collaboration story between myself and XUnholyWrathX based on previous Roleplaying Situations. Since the original was based in instant messages, there has been some editing to transition it into paragraph form. Enjoy!
The Maven and the Moon
Prologue
It was a bright sunny afternoon, and Sona Buvelle was stricken with writer's block on her newest melody. She tried everything, but she just couldn't find the right inspiration. Desperate, she headed out to the forest to clear her mind and hopefully find the right inspiration.
She sat down by the river that cut the forest in half and sighed silently. She grabbed her golden magical instrument, the Etwahl, and slowly started to play a song. A few chords came naturally to her from the surroundings, but anytime she tried to add to it, she just couldn't come up with anything new.
Meanwhile, while Sona tried to come up with her song, Syndra the Dark Sovergn was bathing just downstream. She had was ridden with a horrid hangover after being tricked into drinking 3 glasses of Sarah Fortune's famous Rapture Rum the previous night. Sona's high pitched notes that echoed through the forest rang against her ears like a barrage of tiny pebbles that grew to boulders over time.
She couldn't take it anymore, and in an act of anger she violently tossed an orb in the direction of the source. The orb struck Sona head on and knocked her out in an instant. She was left on the ground with a bloody gash. The Etwahl laid beside her, silent and waiting for its master to wake up.
Syndra recognized her mistake only too late. Rather than face the judgment of Sona when she woke up, she ran off back to her home.
Sona was left where she was knocked out until a fellow champion discovered her. Diana, the Scorn of the Moon and the leader of the Lunari found Sona and took her in. Her home wasn't far, and she was able to care for Sona.
When Sona awoke on Diana's couch, she was beyond confused and not just because she didn't know where she was. She had no clue WHO she was. The bonk on her head gave her a serious case of amnesia. She had no memory of anything.
Diana helped Sona remember who she was and what she did over time. It took quite some time, months even, but Sona still didn't recall everything other than what Diana told her. She didn't know how to play her Etwahl yet, or even how big of a star she really was. But as she lived with Diana, she started to grow closer to her. She tried to avoid such thoughts, but she couldn't help and stare at Diana while she walked up stairs or while she was in the shower and left the door open just barely. But she avoided such thoughts as much as possible, leading to her limiting their interactions to just necessary passing in the hall or when they were eating.