"Hi-i." She said with a nervous stutter. "Nice to meet you, my name is Syndra." Stop staring, seriously. He thought to himself as he gazed at her features. Her body was so stunning that it froze Oberon into staring at her. After a good long second, he snapped out of it as looked back into her eyes.
"Nice to meet you too, my name is Oberon." He said while pushing his hand out for a handshake. They were both blushing but Oberon tried to ignore the red on him and shook her hand tenderly.
"Your bedroom is over here if you want me to show you." She said with a smile, for some reason they were both nervous, he was nervous because of her stunning beauty but he couldn't pinpoint why she was. She began walking in the direction she pointed to, realizing she was showing him his bedroom he snapped out of his daze and followed her. They walked into the room together and Oberon was stunned at how large it was, the bed was a queen size with dressers on the side for clothes.
"Wow, this boat is pretty luxury." He thought to himself out loud. His roommate Syndra turned around and looked at him with a funny expression.
"Didn't you know it was a luxury boat?" She asked.
"No not at all, I didn't even buy the ticket." He said, he moved past her and dropped his bags on the bed. He turned around to Syndra who had a curious look on her face.
"Say, why are you going to Demacia?" She walked into the room and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"Training." He states as he unloaded his bags. "What about you?" Once again, she blushed.
"I uh…" She said with an expression that told him she was deciding on something. "I am going to go live there." Oberon nodded in acknowledgment, lately, many Ionians have been moving to Demacia because of the recent war. "What are you training for?" She said she was sitting comfortably with her legs crossed. He couldn't help but glance up and appreciate her long slender legs. Stop it he said to himself mentally slapping himself.
"I am learning to fight, I just completed my training in Ionia so now I am going to Demacia to train with a new Master." Oberon quickly looked away and went back to putting clothes away.
"Really?" She said with a large smile. "I learned to fight in Ionia, I am a mage though." Immediately after she said that a yellow ball that was made of magic formed in her hand. The sight of magic was a bit shocking for Oberon to see, the only magic he has ever seen was the healing spell Nebula used. He stood up and walked up next to her so he could inspect the magic. "Have you ever casted magic?" She asked as she moved it around in her hands. He shook his head, the little ball seemed to stick to her skin. "Here." She stated while dropping it into his palm.
The feeling was as if a coarse piece of sandpaper was moving around in his hand. The ball went to the very tip of his hand so it was closest to Syndra. "That feels really weird." Syndra giggled at him, then all ball wisped away with the fragments going into Syndra's hand. "That is incredible." He stated with a shocked expression. He stood there looking at her Sapphire eyes, her face was extremely pretty and up close Oberon couldn't spot a single imperfection. He pulled himself out of zoning out again and backed up a little bit so he wasn't so close.
"I am going to go find some food to eat." She said as she walked out the door. "It was nice to meet you, Oberon." Then she closed the door, he could hear her footsteps fade away into the outside ship hall. Oberon did what he planned to do when he got to the ship, he sprawled out on the bed and closed his eyes. Two hours later he woke up, the boat was rocking back and forth telling him they had left. He sat up on his bed and smelled his shirt, it smelled of sweat clearly from his trip to the docks. So he got up, changed from a long sleeve shirt into a short sleeve shirt and walked out of the room with a head of messy hair. The apartment he was sharing was a lot bigger than he expected, the walls were lined with a fine glossy wood and the kitchen had strange appliances he had never seen. Ignoring them he decided he would go check out the boat and maybe get a drink.
He swung the door open and was blasted with warm ocean air, for some reason the temperature inside of the apartment was cooler than the outside. He could hear a flock of seagulls flying overhead, they looked like they were waiting for food. He began to walk around the hallways of the ship and found a bar that was somewhat busy with the occasional person at a seat. He sat down at the bar and was met by an older woman who was wiping down a glass.
"How can I help you?" She asked.
"I suppose first you can tell me how long this trip is." He said while eyeballing the liquor. "Also I'll take that mead up there." He said pointing to a green bottle. The woman poured him a glass of the crimson mead and put it next to his hand.
"Week and a half, 7 copper for the drink." Oberon nodded then dropped 8 on the counter, his mother was a bartender and she always told him to tip. The crimson drink had a little bit of a kick to it but it was nothing he couldn't handle. A friend of his from school made a drink once that he shared with Oberon, he recalled throwing up several times the next morning.
The past memory made him smile, he had a few amount of friends but they always stuck with him. A movement to his left pulled him out of his daydream. Syndra his roommate was sitting next to him at the bar. She greeted him then waved the bartender down. The bartender gave her a drink which she sipped it lightly.
"So Oberon tell me about yourself." She said with a smile. He couldn't help but smile back, something about her made him choke on his own tongue compared to other girls.
"Not much to tell, what do you want to know?" He asked. She took another sip then leaned down on her arms to look at him. Do not look at the cleavage was all he could think.
"How good of a fighter are you?" She asked.
"I have never rated myself before." He said with a light laugh. "I would say I'm a pretty good fighter, I was trained by a very powerful master, so I would say time will tell how good of a fighter I am."
"Okay, How old are you then?"
"20, I'll be 21 in about a month," Oberon said while taking another sip. "You?"
"Just turned 20 actually." She said the same cute smile on her face. For some reason Oberon didn't know why he was talking to her, as soon as he got to Demacia it's not like he would ever see her again. Just as Syndra was going to say something a man looked like a rich snob sat down next to her, he was clearly drunk from the stench that was coming out of his breath. He first looked at Oberon with a disgusted look, like he was a pile of puke. Then he looked at Syndra and smiled widely. The next 5 minutes at the bar was Oberon sitting there listening to the rich snob trying to hit on Syndra but failing every possible way. It wasn't told he made a remark about her coming back to his quarters that she snapped, she told him to leave her alone but of course like every other drunk horny man, he didn't.
It wasn't until he grabbed her by the back that Oberon decided to intervene. Oberon stood up and walked up next the man, he was an easy 5 inches taller than the rich snob. "Just back off man, it's pretty clear she wants to be left alone."
The man smiled and with a drunken slur said "Oh I'm sorry man, I didn't know you were trying to get with that." Syndra turned a deep shade of red, Oberon just ignored the man and rolled his eyes. Slowly with a stumble, the drunk walked away back into the ship halls. Oberon sat back down in his spot and downed the rest of his drink, the slight effects of alcohol were starting to affect him so he decided it would be his last.
"Thank you." He heard Syndra whisper from her seat. He faced towards her and noticed right away that she was still slightly blushing. "I don't know why they don't listen." She said with a sigh, her blue eyes looked back down at her drink in sadness. Something was clearly on her mind and it was bothering her.
"What's wrong?" Oberon asked. She looked him in the eyes, he could see confliction in hers as if she was deciding if she could trust him.
"I am leaving Ionia because I need to escape from something. What that man just did is part of it and I fear it's going to be the same in Demacia."
"You think men are going to keep hitting on you?" Oberon asked. "It's not that bad of a thing, at least you know you have options and if they get creppy your a mage, you could just zap them or whatever mages do." Once he said that she began giggling like a schoolgirl.
"You think I blast people?" She giggled even more after she heard herself say it.
"Well I don't know, I haven't seen you use your magic. One thing I want to ask you is if you have this gift of magic why are you going to Demacia? They are against any form of magic." Oberon asked with a questioning brow.
"That's why I'm going, I need to escape this magic." She looked at the bar and then grabbed Oberon's hand. The sudden feeling of her soft hand shocked him. "Let's go to the room, I can explain there but not here." She said while pulling his arm in the direction she wanted to go. He followed her around the ship until they were inside the apartment. She guided him to the couch then sat down next to him. "Ok I am not sure why I am telling you this but I think I can trust you for what you have done." She said, her eyes danced around the room making sure no one was around. "Have you ever heard of the Dark Sovereign that lives in Ionia?"
"Yes isn't she the extremely powerful mage that killed her Master?" Oberon asked with curiosity, he had no idea why she brought that up. A flash of emotional pain showed on Syndra's face but then quickly disappeared.
"I need you to promise me that you will let me explain once I tell you." Anxiety was showing on her face, the worry was always something she dealt with. Oberon nodded and sat back, he wanted to know what her story was anyway. "Ok I am the Dark Sovereign, well not but at the same time yes. The Dark Sovereign has two forms of emotional state, me and the power-hungry beast that killed my master. When I use much magic at once my body's mind changes to the Dark Sovereign, or if I feel mad it can also change. From what I know is when It uses a large amount of my essence so if I go to Demacia were there city absorbs magic if I try to change I hope it will keep me who I am, the real Syndra." She let out a loud breath. He could tell she was nervous about what he was going to say.
"I have no reason not to believe you, you have been kind to me so far so unless presented with facts that show you are lying, so I believe you." All of the worries on Syndra's face vanished and turned into happiness. Then she cupped her palm over her mouth.
"I can't believe I just told you that, I hardly know you." She said the sadness on her face made Oberon feel bade. "I just woke up one day and my Master was dead, that thing inside of me just killed him and there is nothing I can do about it." She was crying a little bit, she was using the sleeve of her white tear shirt to rub her wet cheeks. Oberon truly had no idea what to say, he had just met the girl today and comforting someone was not his strong suit.
"Your secret is safe with me, you don't have to worry. I suppose I can tell you something about me not many knows." Oberon said while rubbing his chin. He twisted his arm so he could show her the underside of it where his tattoo was. "Does this look familiar at all?" She looked at his arm then looked back up at his eyes.
"I-I is that a celestial mark?" Lightly she drugs her index finger over the sandpaper texture of the tattoo. "It looks like a tattoo but feels really weird. What does it mean?" Her eyes were full of wonder, her curiosity was huge compared to anyone else who had seen it.
"I'm sure you have heard the tale of the "Gladiator God?"
"Yes its a tale everyone knows, but that's just a myth." She said sternly.
"I thought that too but I guess I was wrong, I know it sounds crazy but my Master Tebol said otherwise." Syndra was speechless.
"So you're "It?" You're the all-powerful god who can adapt to any sort of fight at his own will?" Hearing the words of someone else say it made him almost think that it was bullshit but he knew the fight with the spy showed him the truth.
"I am it, but I need to learn how to use this power. The worst part about it is I don't know if it's a gift or a burden. I guess time will tell." He closed his eyes and channeled some of his energy into it, it took a second or two but the mark began to glow. "That's all I can really do." Syndra once again touched it then pulled away with a slight amount of pain on her face.
"It burns hot, how are you not feeling that on your skin?" She was amazed how hot it was. "I can't believe I am actually talking to the real Gladiator God."
"It's not too big of a deal, to tell you the truth if I had the option I would give it to someone else. I'm not the person the world wants me to be but I have to be." He said the stress of being the Gladiator God was starting to get to him.
Syndra nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes were still red from crying. "Thank you for sharing that with me Oberon, it really means a lot." She did her best to put out a smile for him.
"Honestly thank you for letting me tell you that, it feels good to tell someone else. I need to go take a shower." He said while guiding a hand through his greasy hair.
"Oh yeah!" She said, her attention snapping away from him. "There was only one towel and I used it, I'll run up to the front desk and see if they have any extras." Before he could tell her he would do it she bolted outside the door into the hallway. He thought about going to go stop her but dismissed it, she was probably already there he thought to himself. He walked into the bathroom and inspected the way it all worked, there were two knobs one was red and one was blue, after a few minutes of tinkering with it he figured out how it worked and began letting the water flow. He pulled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror, many big and small scars from training littered his body. The scars he got from the Noxian was still red and sensitive from healing, tenderly he grabbed a rag and wiped the scar. One thing he was lucky about was he only had a few small ones on his face that were hard to notice.
The biggest one he had was one on his tricep that was cut open so bad he could remember seeing the muscle and bone. A knock on the bathroom door caught him out of his thoughts.
"I have your towel, where do you want me to put it." He looked at himself in the mirror deciding if he should just open the door and take it. He really didn't care if she saw his scars that littered him, so he opened to door and was met face to face with her. He saw her eyes trace over his figure then pulled away in a heartbeat. She was a light red, but she handed him the towel and walked away.
I don't know why it's such a big deal if she sees me without a shirt he thought to himself. He got into the shower and relaxed, never had he thought a warm shower would feel so good. Ionia didn't have to plumb so all he had to use his whole life was cold water to take baths. He eventually got out and began drying himself. Once he was dry he wrapped a towel around the waist then went into his room to grab a shaver. Back when he was in school he remembered his friends telling them they only had to shave around once a week, but Oberon being the special snowflake he was had to do it every day if he left it for a week like his friends did it would turn from a 5 o'clock shadow to a beard. He finished shaving then got dressed, his new clothes smell reminded him of back home. Once dressed he walked out back into the living room to see Syndra.
To his surprise, she was wearing a white skirt and a tight grey shirt that seemed to mold into her frame, showing every single curve above her waist. "Oh good you're out," she said with a smile. "I wanted to know if you wanted to go up to the food hall and eat with me."
This is going to be a great week and a half. He thought to himself, any opportunity to be with a girl like that he would take up.
