So this one happens during Camille's arc actually. All of it lol. I had most of this typed up and I really hope you enjoy Kalista's arc.
Chapter 1
The bus rattled and grumbled as it traveled down the road, Krista Rhon took her hair out of her bun and let the long raven locks cascade down her back. There was a slight bounce as a person sat down next to her.
"Hey there, Kris," a man with curly black hair and dark brown eyes grinned.
"Harry," Krista mumbled as she held a hair tie in her mouth and pulled her hair into a pony tail before smiling, "Ready to get back to normal life?"
"After what we've been through? Heck yeah," Krista's best friend, Harry Karum, grinned, "Bet you're happy you got to see Viv again, huh?"
"Yeah," Krista nodded, "She looked happy…but something felt off. Like she wasn't comfortable with us there or something,"
She gave a shrug and grabbed her stuff as the bus slowed to a halt.
"Might be something to look into next time we see her," she said.
"Yeah, probably," Harry nodded grabbing his own stuff and following Krista off the bus.
Krista shielded her eyes from the onslaught of light that assaulted her…but she lowered her hand and gave a brilliant smile as she saw a tall, middle aged man standing in front of her.
She came up to him, stood up straight and saluted him, her grey eyes matching his perfectly.
"General," she greeted.
"Captain," he returned…but broke down into a smile and swept Krista into a strong embrace, "Ah, you don't know how long I've waited for this!"
"It's good to see you too, Dad," Krista smiled, hugging him back and breathing in the scent of his aftershave, "I've missed you,"
"I've missed you too," he murmured, letting her go and ruffling her hair, getting an annoyed grumble from her.
He turned to Harry and gave a warm smile, holding out his hand.
"Howya doin' Harry?" he smiled.
"Good sir," Harry nodded, taking Krista's father's hand and shaking it, "Just glad to be home,"
"I agree there," Krista nodded.
Her father looked at the two soldiers.
"Why don't you come over for dinner, Harry? Welcome back present for you both from me,"
"That sounds great, sir," Harry nodded, "Thanks,"
Dinner had gone well and Krista was currently curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching Fate/Apocrypha on her laptop, she'd known they'd released it…but she never got to see it mainly due to the fact that she was always on the move.
A loud thud caught her attention and Krista hit pause, sitting upright as she looked towards the kitchen.
"Dad?" she asked, setting her bowl of popcorn on the couch next to her laptop and walking towards the kitchen, "Did you slip on the rug again? How many times do I have to tell you, you need to get an adhesive strip or…"
She froze as she saw her father lying on the tile…in a growing pool of blood. She shrieked, dashing towards his side and holding him up, frantically looking for where the bleeding was coming from. There was a shadow in the corner of her eye and she breathed a slight sigh of relief but it turned back into panic as her father's heartrate started slowing.
"HARRY!" Krista screamed, "HARRY! CALL 911! DAD'S BEEN HURT!"
She heard no response, but saw the shape moving towards her.
"Harry! This isn't a game! Please! Dad's dying!" she snapped, "Pick up that phone and call an ambulance! Maybe we can save him…"
Silence.
Krista frowned, laying her father gently on the floor as she got up, starting to turn around.
"Harry…" she started, right as a fiery pain erupted through her back and chest.
Blood welled up past Krista's lips as she shuddered, staring at the silver blade poking through her chest. She looked up as Harry walked around her, looking at her as he bit his lip.
"Sorry, Kris, I shouldn't have led you on like this," he told her, "Your dad's got some information that some people are paying a pretty price for…I wanted to cash in. I needed to get close to you to do that,"
Krista's knees buckled and hit the floor, smearing blood along the white wall in crimson streaks as she slid down it. She trembled as the faint breeze from the open windows wafted in. With a single blow…everything that was just came undone. She was using every ounce of strength, just to keep herself conscious
But she could only watch him walk by as he got what he needed…pictures, files, things on Vivian, on Lenny, on Amber…on her.
"No…" Krista whispered, her nails scraping along the tile floor, through her own crimson lifeblood.
She'd lost a lot of blood…but she couldn't let him get away with this.
"What?" Harry asked, turning around.
"You won't…get away…" she hissed, grabbing his leg and trying to haul herself upwards.
"Kris, you're only killing yourself faster," Harry said, simply, kicking her off.
Krista fell again, weakly dragging herself across the floor. Murder clear in her own gaze.
"I trusted you…"
"You trusted the wrong person," he growled as she grabbed his leg again.
He stomped on her head, her hands, making her shriek…right as the sound of sirens filtered into the house from the open windows. One of the neighbors must have heard her scream. He growled, grabbing the knife and running from the house while Krista slowly crawled after him, a trail of scarlet behind her before she shuddered and went still…
And the police and ambulance broke down the front door.
She slowly opened her eyes to white and a soft beeping noise. A faint moan left her throat, catching the attention of a male figure at her bedside. Thinking it was Harry, Krista gave a god-awful, raspy shriek and weakly thrashed, trying to get at him.
"Easy! Easy Krissy!" a familiar, gruff voice with a heavy Southern Tennessee accent started, "It's ok…you're ok, you're safe!"
"…Len…ny?" Krista rasped.
Lenny Wood gave a smile and gently squeezed her hand.
"Yeah, kid, it's me," he told her, "How ya feel?"
"Like crap,"
Lenny snorted, shaking his head in amusement. Krista's grey eyes narrowed slightly before widening in panic.
"Dad…" she croaked.
Lenny's face fell.
"…I'm sorry, Krissy," he told her, "He passed away not long before you woke up,"
Krista's face froze in a mask of shock…before devolving into a visage of pure rage and anguish.
"I'm going to kill him," she snarled, trying to get up.
"Krissy, no…" Lenny warned, grabbing her slim shoulders.
"Get your hands off me Lenny!" she roared, "I'm gonna kill him! I…"
Her face suddenly turned confused.
"Lenny…why can't I feel my legs…"
"That's what I tried to warn ya bout, Krissy," he sighed, "The knife severed some nerves that control yer legs. I hate to say it…but yer paralyzed from the waist down, Krissy,"
"Para…lyzed!?" Krista blinked, setting back as she pulled the blanket back, revealing her now useless legs.
They didn't look paralyzed…but when Krista tried to move them…it was like she wasn't even trying.
"No…" she whispered, "I can't…"
"The doc says y'll be fine, Krissy," Lenny consoled her as she started sobbing, "Save for yer legs…but…"
"…Where's Viv,"
Lenny's face fell slightly.
"She couldn't make it," he told her, "Amber sent ya flowers there, but Viv couldn't make it,"
And that was when what was left of Krista's broken heart shattered.
There was a faint knock at the door and Krista and Lenny looked up…just to see a man in a dark suit and fedora waiting at the threshold.
"Captain Krista Rhon I presume?" the man asked.
"Who are ya and what do ya want," Lenny growled.
"I believe I asked her, not you, Sergeant Wood," the man said calmly, looking at Krista with his pale, ice-blue eyes.
"Yeah…?" Krista asked warily, trying to stifle her sobs.
"My name is Andrew Summers…I work for Riot Games, you're familiar with them, correct?"
Krista nodded.
"What of it?" she demanded.
"I've come to you with an offer that will save you," he told her, "You see…the League and its inhabitants happen to be quite real. One of it's Champions has shown quite the interest in you,"
"So what,"
"If you agree to the offer…you will live, but you'd have to fight for the League," he told her, ignoring Lenny's look of disbelief.
A horrible, rasping laugh left the crippled sniper and Krista winced as phantom pain raced down her back.
"The doctors…say that…I'll be fine," Krista rasped, shaking her head as she leaned it back against the pillow, "I reject your offer, Mr. Summers,"
Andrew gave an understanding nod.
"As you wish," he told her, "Goodbye, Krista Rhon. It was nice to meet you,"
And he walked out, holding a long, thin, black something that radiated cold.
"Why can't people just leave me be…" Krista whispered, a tear running down her face as she closed her eyes.
Months Later…
Krista glared out the window as she saw Vivian leave the house and talk to the red-headed woman that had appeared with the two others.
"Viv won't tell me what the world is going on…" Krista thought angrily, "I just saw you fight like a freaking Servant from Fate! Viv…what did they do to you? Was this what that Summers guy was talking about? Would that happen to me?"
She moved to wheel herself back to her room…when a sharp pain lanced through her side. Krista's grey eyes turned worried as she put her hand to her side…only for her blood to run cold as it came away red.
"I was shot…" she whispered, "Viv…"
"She tried to save you," a female voice started.
Krista startled, whipping her head around to see a what looked to be…
"…Kindred!?" she blinked, "You're real?"
The Lamb nodded, her glowing gaze painting blue shadows on the wall.
"I'm afraid so," the Lamb said sadly, putting a hand on the shadowy Wolf circling her waist, "You have until dawn to choose, Krista…a peaceful release or a struggle,"
Krista gave a dead laugh and turned back towards the window, ignoring the other girl.
"Just leave me alone," she mumbled.
Dianne gave a sigh and nodded.
"As you wish," she told her before disappearing in a flicker of pale light and deep shadow.
"This is funny…I escape death once only for it to come for me at the worst moment. The worst part is that I can't get him back," Krista growled, digging her nails into her palms so hard they bled, "Harry, I swore I'd kill you…but now I can't even do that,"
She slammed her fists onto the window sill.
"This isn't fair! Why would anyone let someone who betrayed their country and their friends live!?" she cried.
She leaned her head back against her wheelchair, sighing heavily…right as the room's temperature dropped at least twenty degrees. Krista looked up, wheeling herself around just to see a pillar of black mist materialize in her living room. A faint, blue-green glow began to shine in the darkness, solidifying into an otherworldly being clad in archaic armor, her flesh translucent and glowing with spectral un-light. Black Mist coiled around her like a living shroud.
With a squeal of tortured metal, the spectral figure drew forth the blackened spear protruding from her breastplate.
Krista stared at the ghostly specter, whose pale eyes watched her with something between understanding and cold fury. The specter stepped forwards, laying the blackened spear tip in Krista's lap. The human girl shuddered from the cold contact.
"Choose," the specter whispered, striking a chord in Krista's very soul, "Our spear or Kindred's bow. You have until dawn, child,"
And she disappeared.
Krista watched the sun rise and she felt a cold breeze behind her.
"Choose now, Krista Rhon," came the girl's voice, "My arrows…"
"Or my teeth," the shadowy wolf growled.
Krista wheeled herself around to face the Kindred, looking at the death masks upon their faces. Two pairs of violet-tinged blue eyes stared out of the holes and Krista gave a smile.
"Neither," she grinned, "I choose neither of you,"
"Lamb, she refused your arrow! I get to chase!" Wolf grinned.
"She refused your teeth, Wolf," the girl disagreed, "But she didn't choose my arrow either…"
"…What's that mean, little Lamb?"
"…I do not know," the girl said slowly, turning towards the crippled and dying human girl.
Krista gave a smile and gripped the spearhead tightly.
"I accept your offer," she whispered, bringing the spearhead to her chest.
"Wolf!" the girl yelped, "Now!"
The shadowy creature dashed forwards…
"Cease your assault, Kindred,"
The girl whipped towards the specter that had appeared the night before.
"You attack one who has embraced us,"
"You have no right to interfere with our duties, Lady of Vengeance," the girl snapped, "Krista Rhon…"
"You cannot touch what is ours, Eternal Hunters," the Lady of Vengeance said softly, her bare feet barely making a sound as she stepped towards Krista, who had halted her stab mere centimeters from her chest.
"Krista, think about what you are doing," the Lamb pleaded, "You will never have rest, you'll be forever bound to Kalista…"
"As she will," Kalista nodded, "But as ourselves, not as a spirit. We have Chosen her,"
"She rejected you!" Lamb snapped.
"She accepted us," Kalista countered, "Our spear lies prepared to continue its descent,"
"Krista…" Lamb tried again.
"I want to pay him back," Krista growled, looking up at Kalista, "You will help me achieve this,"
"Our will is one," Kalista replied, "You and us,"
"Krista, don't!" Lamb pleaded…
Right as Krista tried to ram the spear home…only for Kalista's hand to snap onto her wrist.
"Not like this, Krista Rhon," Kalista said gently, "Our Chosen will not be bound by the Black Spear, we shall be bonded in another way,"
"And that is…"
Suddenly, Kalista disappeared in a burst of black mist, enveloping the girl before streaming into her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. Krista's head snapped back and she started to shake, crying and seizing.
"You're not going out like this," the Lamb murmured, dashing forwards and grabbing Krista's wrist…only for the both of them to disappear in a flash of light.
Just you wait to see what I do to poor Krista :) It's not very nice lol. But, it's fitting!
For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:
What Champion
Character's name ( 1st and last)
Age
Family?
Physical Description
Personality
Why were they picked by the Champion?
How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)
They CANNOT be Valorian (from Valoran or have family from Valoran. Kayle is the only exception and that will be IT. No more of that). Dynasty Chosens (such as how Shen ended up) will not be taken as they are quite difficult to explain. AND NO MAGIC! (Street magician is fine...but no mystical powers. This is a world without magic save for the magic that comes with Chosens). Also, if you make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu character...I will make you change things about it. I don't want to write those...they're unfair to everyone else...
You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.
Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:
Alistar
Corki
Fizz
Irelia
Jayce
Kennen
Nunu
Olaf
Poppy
Rammus
Rumble
Singed
Teemo
Tristana
Trundle
Xin Zhao
Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.