Chapter 2 : Battle & Beginnings
Draven smiled, not feeling an ounce of pressure. Instead, his face only showed confidence and excitement. As expected, the heat was enormous and it was also
becoming slightly humid. The sun shone brightly in the afternoon, a bright object standing out from the orange-red sky. Draven walked to the mid lane as his noxian
side planned for him, though it was still unknown who he would be facing. His shoes made a crunch sound with the pebbles on the rift, and he stood at his tower.
Walking a bit further confidently with a sly grin on his face he caught sight of who he would be facing. Sona, the maven of the strings was his opponent. Sona wore her
usual blue dress with white silky straps floating along it. "Looks like Draaaven has found his newest victim! Aha!", Draven shouted while unsheathing both axes from his
back and spinning them on top of his head, the axes glinting in the sun. Draven's voice rang in the field, and he could practically hear Darius' annoyed groan which only
made his smile larger. The maven of the strings chuckled in response and gave him an amused look. Draven faltered slightly in response, the slight gesture from Sona a
surprise to him. The Glorious Executioner, though regarded himself as "the most exotic man on the face of this Earth, baby!", his interactions with women were
uneventful at best. Most females, in the League at least, either ignored or outright insulted him as obnoxious or other colorful vocabulary. Such as when Draven
attempted to whoo the "cute sniper chick" - Caitlyn - by "officially" appointing himself as co-detective and promptly being kicked out by the security. Draven smiled and
it was nice seeing even an amused expression once in a while. While in his thoughts, minions had already spawned and were walking past him. Draven shook off his
thoughts and followed them.
Despite years of experience, Draven still found throwing axes at minions mundane and not "Draven" enough. Thus, he began to spin one of his axes and made a move
onto Sona. The blue-haired mistress, however, was quick to respond and sent out a magical bolt of musical energy, blasting Draven. The executioner, however,
shrugged off the brief pain and perfectly threw his spinning axe, slashing the maven and returning to him flawlessly. "It's go time! YEAH!", Draven shouted loudly as he
spun his second axe and used Blood Rush. Axe after axe hit the maven, and Draven only became more maniacal but precise in his attacks and Sona was forced to flee.
"The show doesn't end 'till Draven says it does baby!", Draven slammed both his axes on the ground, before the blades rapidly traveled across the rift's stone floors,
putting Sona into respawn. The noxian smiled, almost hearing the watching audience's cheers. Laughing loudly, Draven began to push his rest of the match was a blur,
as he was dominating lane and his brother Darius and the noxian general Swain were also successful. The Demacian side fought valiantly and put in even more effort
when it was clear they were the losing side, but it only delayed the inevitable. "VICTORY!", the announcement boomed and Draven pumped both hands in the air in
excitement.
The noxians reported to the after-match room in celebration while the Demacians grimly congratulated them, wanting to be sportsman-like. Draven usually did not stay
in the crudely designed room, with wooden boards barely supporting entire sturcture, due to the general lack of interest to the often tense acknowledgements to the
opposing side. Draven was just about to leave when a silky hand grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back. The noxian blinked in surprise : the hand felt feminine,
and he turned around to see none other than his previous opponent right next to him. Draven's eyes wandered off onto Sona's body unexpectedly, as they had never
examined Sona up close in the match. Sona had a stunning figure, and silky smoth skin that accompanied her beautiful form. The Glorious Executioner began to eye
herexposed, rather large cleavage before quickly looking away. A strange feeling bubbled up inside him as Sona motioned for him to sit beside him. Accepting the offer,
Draven felt different, not his usualtotal-confidence attitude but instead somewhat hesitant and flustered : he was nervous. It was a feeling Draven had very little
experience with due to his extreme ego and seemingly unlimited confidence. Sona made him feel different, and slightly confused him. The maven gave him a strange
look, and Draven snapped out of his dazed trance. "Ah! Sorry, Draven was a lil' occupied. So, you wanted to talk or.. uh .. something?", Draven was feeling nervous
again, and it made him falter with his wording. Sona gave no response, only chuckling again like before and offering her hand, nodding. Draven understood she was
congratulating him, but briefly wondered why she would not speak. Shrugging, Draven smiled and said "Thanks, pretty lady." Silence followed, and Draven cleared his
throat, attempting to liven the situation. "Your matches going good, Sona?" She gave a small nod in response. "Yours?" The noxian sat up, surprised from the sudden
booming voice that intruded his thoughts. "Hey! Who's that mind-wizard messing with Draven's head? Oh, I BET it was you Darius, you've been clinking around with
those gizmos-", Draven stood up abruptly but was interrupted by another thought (and his brother telling him to shut up). "It's me, Sona." "...So you're a mind
wizard?", Draven asked, sitll amazed. "Telepathy, it allows for you and I to communicate. I am mute.", Sona told him, the slightest trace of sadness in her exotic blue
eyes. The noxian sat down on the wooden benches, staring briefly at the bare walls of the after-match room before responding. "That's pretty cool. So other people can't
hear our conversations, right?", Draven laughed. The maven showed a look of surprise so briefly, that nobody would have noticed it unless they were already looking at
her. Sona was indeed surprised, as her status as a mute person usually turned away many potential friends and romantic interests. Flustering rapidly and reddening
quickly showing on her face, the maven formulated a quick excuse to collect her thoughts alone. Sona nodded in response to Draven's question before standing
up abruptly. "I must go, I have a match in a few hours. Nice to meet you, Draven.", Sona signaled her leaving. The noxian executioner felt slight disappointment,
though he did not know why, and waved goodbye. "Draven'll see you around, Sona!", he waved before making his own back to the noxian dorms.
Draven frowned slightly, as the events that had just happened were very peculiar. The feelings, conversation, and liveliness of the conversation were all new and
exciting, he realized, to him. The noxian turned the brass doorknob to his dorm, his hands briefly slipping on the glossy texture. Lying down on his bed, Draven realized
he wanted more to do with the maven. More interaction, conversation, ANYTHING to do with the beautiful blue-haired champion. Beautiful? The noxian did not usually
pursue romantic interests or invested in any woman for more than a couple of weeks, so what was going on? Draven shook his head, confused. Draven thought back to
her smooth skin and petite frame before quickly shaking his head. "Draven just needs some sleep, that's all. Heh.", he reassured himself. The Glorious Executioner
flopped onto his springy bed, his back relaxing on the soft feel of the bed, and drifted off to sleep, briefly thinking again about the mistress. The maven's polite attitude
and relaxing voice entered his mind again, and emphasized Draven's very real lack of romantic experiences. However, if Draven had to choose something that popped
into his head the most, it would be a simple and short description.
Sona was different.
