The match ended and although she was defeated, Leona and her team knew that they pushed themselves as much as they could. Her tight tanktop slowly turned into her golden armor, and her now loose, messy braid transformed into a wild mane of red hair. The surfboard turned into her normal shield, and her fashionable umbrella turned into the sword she's known and loved for years. Leona walked towards the tank quarters of the institute. When she finally reached her room, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around to greet whomever had touched her. To her surprise, Pantheon had shown up with a bouquet of sunflowers and a small smile. "Miss Leona, if you would do me the honor of attending the gala tonight at the main ballroom, I'd be the happiest man in all of Valoran. "

She blushed and giggled sheepishly. Her hands pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She managed to utter out the words : "Well I'd be delighted to Pantheon. It's an honor."

"So I'll see you tomorrow night?"

"Most definitely."

And with that she went inside her room. Pantheon and her had been friends for such a long time. She's always thought of him as a sweet guy. She clutched the flowers and brought them up to her chest. Her limp body slid down the closed door until she was sitting with her back supported by them. She sighed dreamily and smelled the bright flowers with delight. Her cheeks were as hot as her sunlight and she smiled happily. As happy as she was, she just couldn't stay so joyful, there was a pestering thought bugging her. Nagging at her like a child hungry for food. The thought that somehow, something will go wrong. Of course, there was nothing to worry about for now, because she was going to a gala with the man of her dreams. She pushed away the thought and continued to smile like an idiot. she prepared her bath, because she needed to relax after that roller coaster of emotions. There was something wrong after her long, steamy shower. For some reasons, the flowers were wilted, and didn't smell as sweet.

Hands trembling, Diana walked out of her dressing room in the mages corridor. That match was difficult, but her team managed to win. That wasn't what was worrying her. Mage ran her fingers through her now silvery white hair and muttered things no being could possibly understand. The incident before t

he match with the mirror would be enough to spook any sane being. But she thought it was her imagination, and the fact that the mirror was back in place supported her idea. Diana found comfort in sitting at the lobby of the institute. The couches were soft, but firm enough to provide security. She leaned her back against the blue structure and crossed her legs. She had changed out of her usual apparel and put on a gray tanktop to accompany her black leggings. She was staring forward towards the direction of Ahri and Zyra, who were both proud of being part of the new league movie. Although her eyes saw them, she wasn't really looking.

Her mind was distracted by the thoughts of the mirror. She eventually decided to not ponder upon that anymore and to move onto another subject to think of. Her thoughts went running to Leona. Diana sighed heavily. Her mental image of the sun warrior only grew more beautiful by day. Even with ragged breaths, and fucked up hair, the chosen of the sun managed to look like a princess in nearly anything she did. The way her cheeks turn red at a mere compliment made by anybody, her sweet personality clashing with her sarcastic side. The way her soft brown eyes complimented her fierce, thick, auburn hair. To Diana, anything she wore made her look absolutely stunning. But she knew her armor definitely showed off her strong body. Being a tank wasn't easy, and to carry that much armor, Leona had to be in prime shape. Diana still couldn't keep her thoughts from drifting to imagining the suns chosen one in a bikini, or in a long, revealing dress. To her, nothing she would ever do would make Leona love her. She closed her eyes and imagined her and Leona talking, hugging, holding hands and - No.

She had to stop. It would only hurt her more. Besides, she couldn't love her. She had to kill her, so she shed the tear she'd been holding back and walked to the training room holding her weapon. She had to train to kill her love, even if it meant killing herself in the process. And with that, she slashed through dummies with tears, hoping to fight her pain away.

Leona's heart swelled up with excitement once she had decided to go looking for a dress. The gala was an important event, and she wanted to look her absolute best for pantheon. She walked slowly down the aisles of merchandise. Her hair let loose, with a black T-Shirt and blue jeans, and her warm eyes lined with brown eye liner. She inspected every article of clothing. Her hands running down the soft fabric of the finest silks, and the most comfortable cotton. She picked through dress and dress, but could not find a suitable one. Leona walked toward the back to see if they had anything she could wear to such a formal event. Her eyes darted from garment to garment until they landed to the perfect one. A long, cream colored dress. The dress was right around the torso, so her fit body would be showed off, and the lower dress was flowy and soft. Leona smiled with pride as she took the dress to be ringed up. After paying for such a beautiful dress, one needs to cut on spending. So she decided she'd wear her black heels. They wouldn't show either way, so she didn't mind not spending money on new ones.

She wondered how everybody else got ready. Maybe she was being too extravagant, maybe she wasn't laying too much attention to detail. She came to the conclusion that she looked nice in the dress and that it didn't matter either way.

She walked backed to her room to marvel and frolic. Too tired to stay up past 12, the sun child passed out on her bed, dreaming of the magical night tomorrow would prove to be.