Chapter 1

Riven opened her eyes to the picturesque scenery of the Ionian countryside, the rustle of trees and the chirping of birds brought her a serenity that was previously unknown to her. Riven could inhale the crisp, fresh air while she laid on the floor, watching the pale blue sky. Feeling the warm sunshine caress her face.

Suddenly, the sunshine no longer warmed and caressed her face. Instead, it sought to burn it, melt it, char it. Her eyes snapped open, only to find the lush green grass was replaced by the green glow of toxic chemicals. The refreshing air filled with smoke and gases which burnt her lungs. The songs of the flying birds replaced by the screams of men and women. No. The people's screams came from herself, and herself alone. For she cried in pain, staring at the barren wasteland littered with the deformed and twisted corpses of her entire company.

"Riven! Are you alright?"

"Riven? Riven can you hear me?

A wild panic overtook her as her door burst open.

When Irelia opened the door she saw that Riven was sitting with her knees tucked up to her chest, rocking ever so slightly. The Will of the Blades went to place her hand on Riven's shoulder and was slightly startled when Riven flinched, knocking her hand away and watched her with wide eyes which would not have looked out of place on a kitten, except for the panic that filled them.

"Riven, it's me, Irelia, relax," she cooed while slowly moving closer to The Exile's tense body, as she tried again to put her hand on Riven's shoulder, again she flinched but allowed Irelia to place her hand on her shoulder and pull her into a hug and start stroking her head. "Don't worry Riven, you're safe, no one is going to hurt you." Riven buried her head in Irelia's chest and started to shake uncontrollably.

"Everyone ok in there?" came the worried (and slightly sleepy) voice of Ahri, her ears twitching as she poked her head around the door.

"Go get Soraka or Karma, or someone else that can heal, quick!" replied Irelia as Riven continued to bury herself into Irelia's chest. Ahri Spirit Rushed off to find someone and left them alone.

As she heard the noise of returning feet, Irelia looked down and realised with an amused look that Riven had fallen asleep in her lap. She managed to remove herself from under Riven and lay her softly down on the bed just in time to see Ahri and Soraka rush around the corner.

Soraka hurriedly cast her diagnostic charms on Riven, before casting her healing spells. "So can I ask what happened to make Ahri rush to my room in the middle of the night?" Soraka asked Irelia, taking out a clipboard to take notes.

"Well I woke up hearing Riven's screams and rushed over, I saw her hugging her knees into her chest and she appeared to be shaking, she was covered in cold sweat and couldn't seem to hear me. When I tried to touch her the first time she flinched and smacked me away. The way she looked at me was like... like she expected me to hurt her as well, although I think she quickly recognised me and let me pull her into a tight hug, from there she cried herself to sleep in my chest, and that's when you guys arrived." She concluded.

"It matches what my diagnostic charms told me as well, it showed a lot of activity in the instinctive part of the brain, the part that reacts to danger quickly, as well as high levels of the feelings of joy, nostalgia, and then pain before finally fear. The best way to solve this issue would probably be to ask Riven what her nightmare was about, else wise there isn't much we can do," she finished as they got up to leave. "I want you to bring Riven to the infirmary tomorrow so we can talk about this and what triggered it."

"I'll be there, for Riven's Sake." Irelia replied as she shut the door with a click.