Thanks for the support so far :)! I don't think I represented Syndra's personality really well but I'm working on fixing it.

1.

Soraka looked up out of the boat, her eyes tired and confused. She was on her way back to Ionia's capital, about to meet Irelia and Karma for a meeting about the Bilgewater thieves. The blue water beat against the boat, as the boat-rower continued to weave his paddle in and out of the water. Suddenly, however, the small boat started to rock violently. Soraka stood up, her heart beating furiously in her chest as she realized what was happening.

He was here for her.

The oarsman cried out, as something gray shot passionately out of the water, landing calamitously into the small vessel. Water splashed viciously against the floors, and Soraka almost fell on her feet. Warwick smiled viciously, his eyes coated with rage and blood-lust as he said "I've got you, star child."

He slashed the oarsman in the neck and threw him out of the water. Soraka flew after the man, her body becoming wet as she swam to heal him. However, Warwick grabbed her roughly by the wrist and held her to the splashing boat. She watched with eyes full of horror as the oarsman started to drown.

The wolf's tongue grazed against her neck, as she watched with eyes wide as the poor man died in front of her. She felt Warwick's sharp fangs dig into her skin and was sure that death was near for her too until she saw a bullet shoot into the monster's skin. Warwick cried out with a loud howl and released Soraka, who fell into the ocean with a loud splash.

When she swam back up, she saw a large pirate ship. Her eyes narrowed, as she wondered why the pirates had saved her. Or maybe they were simply aiming for both her and Warwick. Pirates, they were never up to any good, she thought bitterly.

Large cannonballs fell into the water with loud explosions and the boat was crushed underneath the calamity. Warwick was thrown off his feet and into the water, a low growl escaping his lips as he swam furiously over to Soraka.

Suddenly, another bullet flew into his body as he retreated with a wounded howl. His blood filled the water, making her want to throw up.

Both of them looked up to see an attractive red-head holding two guns. Her sweet voice broke into the thick silence, "Bang!"

Warwick let out another growl of anger before furiously swimming away, his figure disappearing into the distance. Bullets followed him, and he was shot more times but was swimming away quickly.

Stop him! A voice cried out in Soraka's mind, don't let him escape!

But he was gone. The sea green waters splashed violently against her, as she bobbed in the ocean, her mind full of shock and confusion.

"Why didn't you stop him?!" Miss Fortune cried out, as her boat neared the shocked priestess.

An hour later, Soraka sat by the fire in the vessel's kitchen. She had a blanket thrown around her and was sipping a cup of hot tea. Her brown eyes watched its smoke rise up into the air.

I want your heart, star child.

Those were the words he said to her the last time he had attacked her.

He was a liar, and he had stabbed her… Why couldn't she hate him?

Tears slipped out of her eyes, though Soraka was never one to cry easily. She straightened up as she heard heels clack against the wooden floorboards of the kitchen. "More tea?" Miss Fortune asked softly.

Miss Fortune had agreed to come meet with the Ionians in order to discuss the problem of Bilgewater pirates attacking Ionian cities. Though Soraka despised pirates, at the same time, she knew that Miss Fortune was different. They talked briefly about the conflict, and after a while their conversation gave way to small talk. However, Miss Fortune took a pause and finally asked "So why did you let him go?"

Soraka stared into the fire, its embers lighting up her somber eyes, as she replied slowly "Because I am a fool."

Miss Fortune scoffed and poured brandy into two glasses, and said "A fool? You? But aren't you a revered priestess?"

Soraka stared into the brown liquid.

"I have my flaws." She simply said.

Miss Fortune leaned forward, her slender elbows on the table, as she simply grinned and asked "Don't we all?'

Soraka took the glass of liquor and downed it hastily.

"Tell me your story with him." Miss Fortune said.

"Shall we instead drink more of this until I fall asleep?" Soraka asked quietly.

He lay sleeping in her soft and slender arms as they rested in the grove of the forest. Colorful and vibrant flowers surrounded them on all sides, bounding around the healer and the grieving husband. His eyes were rimmed with bags, as he had cried in her arms for hours. She held him like a sleeping mother would hold a newborn baby, like he was a precious treasure she would give anything for.

His dark eyes opened, and he smiled, "Soraka…"

3.

Evan sighed. Syndra pulled up her eye mask from her place in the bed and asked "Well?" He was in an awkward situation. He had no escape from this girl, and yet they had made a deal. If Evan did not want to stay with her after three months, then he could leave and go back to his normal life. "We're not really going to sleep in the same bed, are we?" He asked awkwardly. She smiled seductively and said "I've got the best bed in the house."

A bright blush filled his face as he replied "Look, I thought we said we were going to take things slow."

Her eyes widened, "Yes… don't worry, I won't try anything tonight."

He paused, and said "It's not you I'm worried about. Don't you have a spare room?" She thought for a moment until saying "I suppose so." Ten minutes later, she led him into a much smaller room.

"I don't have many guests, so make do with this broom closet for now." She smiled sarcastically as she handed him a pillow and some bedsheets.

"You don't have any other beds?"

"Nope," Syndra said, "The only other bed is in my bedroom, of course. If you want to change your mind-"

"I'm okay." Evan pulled out the bedsheets and got into his makeshift bed.

It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was that he wanted to take things slow and get to know her first. She deserved that, whoever or whatever she was. He closed his eyes, "Goodnight, Syndra."

Her silhouette filled the hallway, blocking the light.

After a while she finally said, "Good night… Evan." The door closed gently behind her. He opened his eyes and stared sadly out into the dark of the closet. He wondered how Lily was doing. Why had she acted so coldly towards him yesterday? He didn't understand.

He had asked her out on a date and she had agreed. Didn't that mean she liked him too? He bit his lip sharply, turning over in anxiety and confusion.

Then again, he was living in a castle that was in the sky. He was probably dead and would never see Lily again, unless she was at his funeral. He wondered what she would say to his open casket.

Would she say that she loved him after all? That she did want to be with him but she was too shy to say something? Would she say that he was a good friend? What if she didn't say a thing at all, if he was truly that insignificant in her eyes?

Tears fought at the edges of his eyes. He had spent ten years liking her, ever since they were nine. Lily was new in town, and all the boys fell for her immediately. She was the closest thing to perfect that the town had ever seen.

Lily was the coolest girl he had ever met, and he respected and admired her so much… until he met Syndra. Syndra was cool but in a weird way. Evan just sighed and rolled on to his back. He wasn't sure if Syndra was strange in a good way.

All he knew was that she was strange.

4.

Syndra made them breakfast. That's when Evan realized once and for all that they were truly alone in this castle. She had no maids, no butlers, nothing. "Are you really alone here, Syndra?" He asked, looking up from the long oak table that filled the dining room. Syndra hummed happily, dressed in an apron and frying some eggs as she answered "Yep!"

"Why?" Evan asked.

"Because," Syndra turned over to smile at him, "That's what I want."

"Really?"

"Yep!" Syndra smiled and handed him a plate of bacon and eggs in the shape of a smiley face.

"I don't think that's true." Evan grinned good-naturedly, "I think you're actually a very lonely girl."

"Oh I am," Syndra said, shutting off the stove and bringing her own plate to the table, she sat at the other end, "But that's why I saved you."

The long dining table was made for at least fifteen people, but right now it was only being used by two. Evan looked over the table at Syndra, "I see. So what are we doing today?"

"You'll see." She smiled mysteriously.

Evan took a bite of food and cringed at its sour taste in his mouth. There were pieces of egg shells in his mouth. Syndra stared back at him happily, her purple eyes wide and unknowing. "Do you like it?" She asked hopefully. "Mmmhmm…" Evan swallowed his mouthful, "Where did you learn to cook?"

She grinned and said "I taught myself!"

"Ahh."

Silence passed.

"Syndra, how about I teach you how to cook?" Evan smiled.

"Cook?" Syndra frowned, "What makes you think you can teach me how to cook?"

Evan's eyes widened at her abrasive tone, and he backtracked as he said "Alright, I was just wondering if you wanted to learn." Her eyes softened, as she replied "Evan, I don't want people teaching me anything."

"Makes for a very lonely life then." He countered.

She froze and said "Let's go into the courtyard after you're finished. There's something I want to show you."

Later on, she led him towards the back of the castle. Her slender fingers pushed against a gray door, which opened to reveal a large courtyard filled with dead plants and gray soil. Evan frowned. "Not much to be impressed about, is there?" He muttered. She simply smirked, and clasped her right hand tightly against his. He straightened at her touch, and his eyes softened as he allowed her to pull him towards the back.

"It's here." She smiled, and opened a wooden gate.

He frowned and saw only a small patch of gray soil.

"Interesting." He simply said.

"Come here!" Syndra beckoned, walking towards the middle. He glanced around him and followed her towards the middle of the field, crouching beside her figure. His eyes traced the soft silver color of her hair, and he found himself smiling. "Yeah?" He asked, his eyes still on her face. She turned to look at him, her purple eyes filled with wonder as she said "Look already!"

He followed her eyes to see a small purple flower poking out of the dirt.

"Hmm." He mumbled, "It's a pretty flower."

It was indeed a very pretty flower, especially compared to its dreary settings. It was the only flower in an ugly patch of gray dirt, in a courtyard that had crumbling and gray walls. "Come on," Syndra said, pulling him hastily back into the castle, "I've always wanted my husband to read me a book!" He frowned at the word husband, but allowed himself to be pulled by her.

She closed the door of the library loudly as Evan watched her from his seat. He sat in a dark leather chair that had squishy arms. Syndra browsed through the bookcase excitedly, picking out books from here and there. She finally ran over to him with the large stack of books, throwing it onto the ground with a flourish. Evan cringed at the sound as she sat on the armchair and handed him a book.

He saw that it was a storybook, filled with old fairytales.

Pausing for a bit, he sighed and said "You want me to read you children's stories?"

She frowned and said "Read. Now."

"O-okay." He shrugged and read out loud from the first page. She curled her knees up to her chest, an innocent smile gracing her face as her head tilted towards him. Evan's voice rang through the air, as Syndra's eyes closed and her head fell against his shoulder.

Eventually, she fell asleep and the boy couldn't help but smile at her sleeping figure. He was softening up to her more quickly than he ever thought he would.

5.

I let him go.

Soraka opened her eyes and stared out the window, a frown crossing her face. She sat by the window of her office that overlooked the Ionian capital. She watched the boats sail by peacefully. She watched all the Ionian citizens make their way to work. The sky was clear and sunlight flooded the small room.

"Just close your eyes."

Warwick closed his eyes, his breath leaving in soft exhales. She leaned towards him, her celestial blue eyes searching his face. Sapphire flowers surrounded them on all sides, hanging overhead and sweeping across their feet.

"Now open them."

He opened his eyes, and she leaned in to kiss him, the fresh scent of flowers filling them from inside out. A soft exhale escaped his lips as he tilted his head to allow her tongue into his mouth. His hands reached up and grasped her by her head, pulling her to the floor. He smiled, his hands planted on either side of her head as he crouched over her. She looked up at him dreamily, his handsome rugged face surrounded by the curtain of blue flowers.

"Do you want me, Soraka?"

"Yes." She smiled, and clasped her palm over his face, feeling his beard grit against her soft hands.

"Would you give me your heart?"

"Haven't I already?"

"Good answer."

A faint smile crossed his lips before he leaned in and ravished her, their echoes and cries of pleasure spilling out into the distant forest.

Soraka picked up the small figurine on her desk and threw it against the window. It cracked the glass and fell to the floor in pieces. She breathed heavily, the pain poking against her heart was as sharp as the dagger that he had used to stab her.

Never again, she thought, tears spilling, never again.