Lunar Zenith

Written by: Shashka Zaychik

Disclaimer: Diana, Leona, Mount Targon and all marvelous creatures and people from this incredible universe do not belong to me. If so, "DiaLeo" (how I call this ship) would be one of the best (if not THE BEST) and most remarkable couples of this game (without too much suffering to face yet, along RakXay and LuSen). All the credits are from Riot Games and its lore personal. You are amazing, people!

Notes: Hi, folks! It's my first english language text and my first fanfiction on this site. Is my intention to publish also on and Whattpad with this same username (ShashkaZaychik). The publish date is proposital and intentional. July 20th is the day that mankind arrived on the moon, revealing us a wide array of new facts totally unknown to us and the proof we can reach more and more unthinkable places. Is my personal tribute to Diana and Leona, since the full moon gave them their powers as carnal manifestations of the sun and moon aspects. This text is also my return to the fanfiction world after so long months without writing. I've planned to not write until the end of this year (2021), but I started to play "League of Legends: Wild Rift" on my cell phone and became involved with the history of the champions, for the MOBA battle system, totally unknown to me. The amazing lore "Rise with me" was the drop who spilled the bucket of my dammed will to write fanfiction again; Diana and Leona took me off the chair and made me write about their love. Could this be a good omen? I hope so. I will keep writing as long as I have the motivation, time and intelligence, and for the sake of God, Diana and Leona are giving me much motivation. Well, I don't know why and how this wish and motivation emerges, but most of the time I write because the instant exists. That is all I can say for now. I hope you like this text. I am not a native speaker of english, so some mistakes could be found. I will gladly accept any suggestions and critiques. Good reading, folks, for anything, I will stay here!

In the hills and cliffs of Mount Targon, Diana only thought of something, a disturbing and terrible thought: how could I raise my lunar sword against her? In truth, it is not against her, but the man who took the life of the young lunari girl. She must have her revenge! The lunaris had suffered so long in the hands of solari for so long! But just thinking about that shield, with the sun symbol at the top of it, the person behind the shield, stopping every of your actions just with a look, remembered the good times where the time was eternal and the entire sunlight was in her hands. Was not a vision or some ghost, was really her before the eyes!

The night fell and the light of the stars was high in the sky. The cold shine of the stars who always watched over her was smiling. Under that light, she felt comfortable and confident. With the anguish and the will of revenge struggling in her heart, she couldn't sleep well that night and do something else during the next day. Her arms were trembling and her silver and curved lunar sword was not so firm and strong in the hands. She needed to act now before the energy escapes from her arms!

Under the night, Diana used her skill, the lunar zenith, in each stone she saw, hill by hill, cliff by cliff, going through until reaching the easternmost tower, faced to the dawn way. Knowing her as she knew, she always loved the first sunbeams of the day. Was not so hard to find that person. The person who stopped her early that day just with a look..

Although all the courage that the moon gave her, Diana's heart was shaking with each lunar zenith she used, she also felt each drop of mana falling and falling; the weakness was roaming through her heart again. Maybe she could not reach her, maybe she has no courage for this. Or maybe yes. Yes, she can. But the fear of the uncertain was moving slowly under her feet.

Facing the fear over her face and absorbing them each breath of her lungs, she chose to not escape that person. Although all against odds, she chose to hug the devil and fall in hell no matter the consequences.

And then, she was there. With the last lunar zenith used against the bricks of the columns of her balcony. Her lunar sword was in her hands, but she could not hold it anymore with that scent who filled the air. Her special and unique scent. Diana's heart blew inside the chest. She couldn't breathe anymore. But she needed breath.

Was her, always her. The person who took off her wind. And the worst: not in armour, but in nightdress. A white and soft nightdress who felt in the shoulders like her armour, ready to defend, but also ready for hugs, like the skirmish years when Diana's sword hit her shield in a dance only for them. Seeing her was like being hitted again by a shield in the belly.

She was brushing that long brown hair. That hair always reminded Diana of the rocky walls of Targon, so brown the rock was and smelling her scent again in the air, with each brush, displaced the lunari warrior to the old times when that hair was freely in her hands.

The brown-haired woman turned her face to Diana, and the two are facing each other again, after so much time. She smiled. A gentle smile that is the most beautiful of all for the lunari warrior.

"I thought you would attack me with your lunar sword, but you are so shocked to attack me", provoked the woman with honey eyes, turning to smile maliciously. That new smile angered Diana for a second, but the honey eyes folded all the anger.

"Don't be silly, Leona!", said Diana, don't hiding the anger inside her chest. "I came to fight, yes, but not against you", the moonlady kept the weapon in the waist and looked directly into the honey eyes. That honey eyes, that vision was worse than looking at the sun at noon. But she had no more fear.

"Silly?", Leona giggled, "I'm not silly. You could give me a gank, like you did with the bricks from the Temple of the Dawn until you reach here, and maybe I could engage you with the templar guards and stun you, what do you think? All of this effort is worth it for the lunari girl?".

Rather than look directly in the purple eyes of Diana, Leona skipped the vision and continued to brush the hair. Now her hands were trembling, trying to hide the agitation in her heart, like the silver-haired woman was before. Leona knew her opponent very well. After the years, still knew that she was absolutely uncomfortable and desperate with that unannounced meeting? Yes. At this moment, Diana approached and took her wrist, preventing her from brushing her hair. She was not violent and rude. Was a soft and tranquilizer touch. Yes, after years, one still knews each other very well and what pleases the partner. But Leona was still nervous.

"Yes, all is worth, if our souls are not little", said Diana, serious, but calmly, paraphrasing a famous poet. Leona was more immure than ever. "My lunari girl had no fear and bet all luck, all life in their escape, but one of your guards killed her!". Diana was angry while talking.

"I beg your pardon, I tried to avoid that", Leona got up from the chair and faced the furious face of Diana. The brown-haired woman was too nervous with that unexpected meeting, but she continued up, like a vanguard warrior she always was.

"I saw. I know. Because of this, only because of this, I lowered my sword. For respect. My respect for you… My Lady", Diana pronounced each word slowly, but the last word was pronounced with tension, with pain and a bit of aliveness, although her throat was closing and the tone was failing. But the last words were so firm like a hit in the skin by Diana's sword. Leona was disassembled entirely.

"Diana…"

"But will was not the problem and I want revenge for my girl, but in some way I feel relieved to see that she got one of yours", Leona was shocked with the words from Diana. The silver-hair woman continued. "She took one from this disgraceful and wicked cult and showed the true light. His eyes are open! No more lies!", Diana was accelerated, shaking her hands in the air, but resolute. Leona didn't like what she said. She closed the face and answered disgusted to the partner:

"You stop and respect my religion, Diana, as I respect yours, My Lady! We always agreed that sun and moon are parts of the same system!", Leona took Diana's hand firmly, like a kid receiving rebuke. For the first time, Diana didn't know what to say.

"Sorry… The aspect of the moon inside me is so strong sometimes... ". Was all she could say. A great silence emerged. The firm, serious lunari warrior was disassembled in the middle of that room, trembling in shame to that woman in nightdress. She sat on the nearest chair and held her face down. Now, was the heart of Leona who didn't know how to proceed. Leona's purpose since that fateful day was to guide Diana and avoid her to be harmed by this strange power from the aspects. The disgust became compassion. She took her chair from the dressing table and sat at her side, holdind the shoulders of the lunari warrior tenderly. Courageous like her, now was her time to take the initiative.

"Diana…".

"It would not work…", the lunari warrior said, trying to avoid the tears who insisted on filling the eyes.

"Diana, don't say that, not even joking!", Leona was desperate, trembling her voice because she knew what the silver-haired woman wanted to say. The topic was now they, not any lunari girl or templar guard. That was a very dangerous thing. Was dangerous since Diana was there, but became more dangerous now. In some time, the discussion would stop at that point, that day, who never ended… for both women. Leona was not prepared, neither was Diana. The purple-eyed woman finally raised her head.

"Sorry. It would work, it would work for us two…", Diana suspired for a long time before continuing; "it would be us in the Dragon's Peak watching the eclipse, with the stairs showing our freedom, but… you don't ease! You simply don't ease and think about our happiness together! What I suggested for you, Leona, at the top of the mountain? Let's go together and discover everything the solaris hid from us. What did you? you pointed your sword to me and told: 'Diana, this is madness! Let's go to the priests and talk about that experience!' I did what you wanted, with sorrow in my heart for our struggle, our only struggle! The rest was just a fading memories from the lunar aspect inside me... ". Diana turned her head to the solar warrior, talking frenetically, raising the voice tone, but after talking, she lowered the head. Leona was the next to lower the face, almost colliding the foreheads!

A silence filled the air until Leona talked again:

"That incident, at the top of the mountain a long time ago, who gave us armours… All the High Priests and Priestess death… Everyone who called you heretic… was so hard for me to understand…". At this moment, Leona raised her head again, raised Diana's chin softly, and continued with both staring at each other. "Don't talk about our happiness WHEN your curiosity to see that cursed sacred texts interrupted everything when I said NO, NO AND NO repeatedly for you! We would be happy now… If wasn't for the murder of the priestess!"

"I didn't murder anyone since I remember! The lunar aspect protected me from a certain death! I ALMOST was murdered by them that night!", said Diana.

"I know that… I got it very well….", Leona sat in the chair again, tired and sad, looking at the floor again. "My hope is the high priests to hear me… with my power as an aspect of the sun", said Leona.

"They would not listen, My Dear…", said Diana.

"I know… I was so naive… Now, without priests strong enough, someone has to lead the Solaris and the Ra'horak after that incident, as you are in charge of the Lunari now", said Leona, not being firm in her words towards Diana. The lunar woman knew that. Leona was so strong in her beliefs, in her love, that it was simply pathetic to allow duties, allow a past incident to break apart their relationship with Diana. But there's no turn back now. Diana is considered the worst of the heretics until now. Is very hard to keep a relationship with that stigma.

And Diana knew that very well. With the throat filled with distress and bitterness, the lunari warrior tried to swallow the pain and the tears she felt with Leona's speech with the hand in the face and raised up from the chair.

"Was an error coming here…", said Diana, going to the balcony where she came.

"WAS NEVER AN ERROR! WE YET HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO SOLVE!", Leona raised up too, screaming so resolutely and so loud that called the attention of some templar guards in vigilance duty that night in the corridors.

"Miss Leona, are you all right?", said a men, knocking the door. The first thing Leona did was protect Diana.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't dare to open the door and enter this room! Was it pure incompetence of yours to kill the girl without me questioning her!". Leona's voice was so strong that frightened the guards, and even Diana. That voice so strong from that strong woman was a natural enchant to the silver-hair woman. And gave her the certain that 'her Leona', the Leona who always knew was there. "I'm very frustrated with the incident, only this!".

"Sorry ma'am! We will try to do our best next time!", The men saluted before departing. Leona groaned relieved. The women are facing each other again, with the silence as company. Until Diana spoke again.

"Well, I'm going, I didn't mean to disturb the heart of the great solari leader with the nonsense of a young woman. I came here to kill the man who killed my girl, yes, but I could not start a war losing a three versus one combat against you and your guards. I'm going", the lunari turned her head down and faced the balcony once again. If Leona was faking before, Diana learned with her to fake too.

"Liar, faker. You came here because you wanted!", is all Leona said, with her solid voice like stone. "Get lost, Diana! Don't disturb my heart anymore", the solari lowered her head down like she had a headache and sat down again in the chair.

Diana took a deep breath before saying her last words, with the tears roaming the shadows in her eyes. No more lies now:

"You know what was the problem? The problem was: it was just not a kiss. If it were a kiss, I could carry my life on and forget everything about mount Targon and all mistreatment I suffered for years. It was my entire soul drowned into a ocean bigger than Sentina… I drowned in you, Leona! My entire soul was burned in desire for you. A desire that never ends"

"I know…", Leona whispered. "For me it was more than a kiss too… was my entire innocence delivered to you…"

"It started with a peck, but we are so stubborn and we went deep: our tongues dancing inside our mouths that night, in a rithm we only know. It was not just a night, it was nights after nights, even over the noon light! Even in our prayer time together! How forbidden that boundary was! Was not just a day, it was not just a french kiss, it was an addiction that started that day, the Nadir day. My addiction for you, my addiction for a person who understood me for the first time! And when I stopped and saw everything that happened between us, everything we constructed together, was so late…"

"Diana…I know that! You are so unique that I didn't refuse to sacrifice my body and my soul inside this rich fire pit. This fire pit is you… and I would did that again and again"

"Yes. Our pride as women. Everything sacrificed, everything delivered in a tray for you. When I stopped to think and see, I delivered everything I had, my honour, my pride, my time, all for you…". Diana smiled, remembering those things. "And wanna know? I also don't regret anything! I'll do everything again and again... if it were with you".

A last round of silence emerged in Leona's room again. Diana continued:

"I'll go. I could not talk with you before in the eclipse because of the guards. But also, in respect of my girl, who surpassed every barrier for her love, her personal love, totally unknown to me. I thought I would have the courage to take revenge, but it was all an illusion from my mind."

With the tears locked in the eyes and a heart so heavily as stone, Diana didn't continue to talk. Maybe Leona was so upset and tired and there was another day tomorrow to continue on. Nothing more worse than a real headache. The silver-haired woman walked and stepped on the banister, but a strong hand pushed her back.

"What…!", is all Diana could say.

There was no time to ask. In seconds, the lips and the mouth of Diana was filled by the lips, the tongue and the breath of Leona. There's no reaction. Leona hugged her waist, her shoulders, softly passing the hands, the strong and tender hands, over her arms, over her armour until reaching the buttocks. How tender was the kiss! It was a remembrance of the times before the incident who divided the women, times where nothing else matters, neither the Nemyah's mistreatment towards Diana, because the silver-haired woman stopped spending her very well articulated speeches, her talent with the words, with someone who does not matter; it was times where Diana's tongue was solely for Leona, for beautifuls words, speeches and poems of affection and love, for cares, cuddles and fondlings to the sole person who matters her: the honey-eyed Leona. Diana keeped her purple eyes very open, but with time, she understood what was happening. She also closed her eyes and hugged Leona twice, tightening her against her body, thirsty for that warmth and touch. How many times did she wait for that gesture, that love? Is like wanting water in a desert or a warm place in the poles of the globe. Feeling the warmth of the body of Leona, uniting their bodies again, even in a simple and passionate hug, was everything, everything she needed in those rough and brutal years without her.

But… nothing so good endures forever and the tears begin to run in Diana's face. She did not look at Leona. Just she stepped in the banister and used the lunar zenith against some random stone, escaping like a ghost in the night.

The gesture of love was real and the feeling was the same, not the same, but bigger than before. Leona looked at the clock in the wall and perceived that the kiss endured for more than ten minutes. It was so good and so soon that hug, that kiss. It took a little while to surrender to her again, just like old times.

But the reality of the two women are different now.

There's no time to love and hand over the hearts. They are both on opposite sides now. Until now, Diana is the culprit for the deaths of the priestess and priests in the mountain incident. Everyone calls Leona strong, but in the moment she most needed her strength, she couldn't hold Diana to do that.

And was not her intention to convert her. But it is so sad we cannot preview our defeat in the matchup, the combination of facts, peoples, and only life, only the game, only the people's attitudes decide fate. Is so hard to lose with the victory in our hands and the opposite team turning the tables. Diana was Leona's winning game. Together, they hold almost half of this game called life. Separate from Diana, Leona had lost the control of almost half she had in others times.

With the pain bleeding in the chest, the Ra'Horak leader turned to the bed and cried every dammed tear over the pillow. That bed, that pillow, that blanket once was a witness of their moments of love and caress, now is witness of her infernal pain. That was uncommon for that unbreakable woman, who prefers to tank all the pain than unleash it as a sword attack. A leader like her also has her moments of being fragile after absorbing too much pain. But the person who could assemble her broken being was not there anymore.

In the middle of despair, the kiss and tenderness of Diana emerged inside her like a cold starshine in the night, refreshing all the ablazing pain inside the chest. Those are the stars Diana always liked to draw.

Maybe that star will shine like a giant sun someday, maybe distant stars may be a sun full of energy in some place, who knows, rather than untouchable ice-crystals, but until there Leona must care her shield on and protect her people until the day which solaris and lunaris will understand each other, until the day she will be happy with Diana again without walls and barriers.

The lunari dwellings were so far away now, but Diana continued to run until her mana had ended. Only so, she stopped and leaned on the rocks, tired from the effort, without energy for nothing. If she stopped, she could fall down in the hills and break her head. This suicide thought will not please Leona, and she knew that. She shook her head and regretted it. All of her life was a hymn of respect and loyalty for the only person who cared for that heretical figure.

And she will continue on.

Thinking in Leona, unleashed all the dammed tears who insisted on not falling in the room, covering her face with her hands. Diana didn't cry, not in public, but the light of the waxing moon, the cold light of the moon, warmed her heart like a mother. In the heart of a mother we cry.

While crying, all the remembrance of the touch of that fountain of warmth and life aroused in her body. The touch of the honey-eyed woman over the skin and the armour was magic, marvelous like her smile, the first kiss. In reality, it was more intense, desperate, because of the long time both didn't see each other.

And was bright like the sun. If Leona represents the sun in some way, her sunbeams are shining inside Diana's soul, because no matter how much the silver-haired woman wanted to fall in despair, that light will not allow her to do anything drastic.

Leona always said a new dawn arises every day, and the moon comes again to fulfill the paper to bring warm and cool in the same proportion the sun brings heat to the day, sometimes full, waxing, waning, gibbous and so on. The moon has its phases, Diana also. The split between her was just a moment in eternity. Someday, the sun will break up in their lives again and Diana will face Leona, stronger than never. Until then, let's have hope and work more than ever.

END