The Crimson Assassin Chapter Four: A day in the life of a Champion
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"My back…" Thero'gar tried to get up, but failed, as he fails at everything he thought.
With a cracking noise he got up helping himself with his sword that left stabbing marks in the marble floor as he walked, he didn't care.
It was early morning, it appears no one has got up yet expect for a few summoners walking here and there. The crystal lamps weren't lit yet, and he was thankful for that, his eyes probably couldn't bare any lights right now. He felt sick, he wondered when was the last time he was sick.
The Neutral wing was at the second floor. The marble stairs looked like an impossible task from his point of view. He slowly started to climb the stars.
After about ten minutes he managed to get to the top and slowly walk to the hallway where the neutral wing was.
He looked at the necklace on which his room key was hanging, it had the number nine engraved on it.
He walked slowly to the room that had the number nine on it and tried to insert the gilded room key in the lock, miserably failing a couple of times. Once he managed to open it he fell on the fuzzy carpet of the apartments hallway.
He left his weapons at the entrance and crawled to where he thought the bedroom was.
The bedroom had a king sized bed at the center of it with two night tables at each side. A large yew closet and an large golden framed mirror next to it. He managed to pull the red curtain over the wide window.
Finally falling to his bed, the sandy color of the room relaxing is tired eyes.
"This place will draw me insane…" The crimson assassin thought to himself as he slowly fell asleep.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"This isn't possible…" The crimson assassin angrily said. He thought of getting up but dismissed the thought thinking it will just go away.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"It will go away…"
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"IT WILL GO AWAY!"
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"THAT'S IT!" Thero'gar dashed out of bed with renewed energy fueled by his rage. He opened the door expecting someone to punch in the face but there was nobody.
"Over here, over here! " A tiny voice came from below.
The assassin resisted the urge to kick the tiny yellow and brown furry summoner in the face.
"Umm…. We realize that there was a tight schedule but all of the summoners wanted to try you out, its like that with all the new champions, we apologize for the inconvenience, he he." The Small summoner said as he scratched the back of his small head.
"You are an inconvenience." The assassin replied as she slammed the door close.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As the assassin opened the door of his room again the same summoner said "Oh and there is a festival at Ionia today if you would like to co…."
"I will drink from your skull." The assassin said his voice dripping with venom as he gripped the handle of his blade in an effort to decapitate the small summoner. But the furry mage used flash, the same spell he saw many times on the rift, to escape deaths grip.
Now that he has been left alone the crimson assassin returned to his bedroom and to the soft embrace of his bed.
He wasn't sleepy anymore.
He cursed in his mind the whole bloody institute.
He sat up on the bed, wondering what to do to fill the rest of the day, it was Monday so there where no matches on the rift today. Maybe check out that festival down town? No, if there was something he hated the most it was people.
He decided to go explore the institute since he is going to spend a lot of time there. He left his weapons on the bed, expect for one of The Butcher Blades, the ones he wore on his back, plucked from the dead hands of Gorr'ak the Butcher of Dreador.
One will do just fine.
He exited his room locking it on his was out. He decided to first go trough the various wings where the institute champions where housed.
Most of the wings were like his own, from Mt. Targon the smallest of the wings to Demacia and Noxus.
But there was one wing that left an impression on him, the Ionian wing. It reminded him so much of his home, elegant, simple and not overstuffed with needless decorations like the rest of the institute.
Maybe he will move here, just maybe.
The institute was empty again, why wasn't he notified if there was some major event, or was he?
The festival…
Well he had noting better to do. But where was Ionia? Some town nearby?
He rushed down the hallway and down the dreadful stairs that still haunt his memories to the entrance of the institute dorms. As he expected a blonde girl, a summoner, was sitting with a bored expression on her face at a oaken desk.
"You, summoner, how can I get to Ionia? " As he asked the summoner was holding back a laugh, but as his eyes narrowed at her she quickly became serious.
"To the portal tower, take the pathway to the left and you can't miss it" She said with a frightened smile on her face.
He followed her instructions as he entered the tower he found himself standing in a runic circle and an map placed on a stone pedestal. He touched an island on the map marked as Ionia.
He felt the pressure in the room getting higher and with a high sound he instantly found himself standing in front of a city. The sing next to him reading The Placidium.
As he saw the mass of people in front of him he instantly wished he was back at the institute but realized he couldn't get back anymore.
He dived in the middle of the mass trying to get to the center. There where colorful stands selling everything from "powerful artifacts" to fruit. He noticed that as he went closer to the center the mass got thinner and thinner, until he saw an open space but someone hit him with a paper umbrella on the forehead.
"Watch it." But as he continued moving he bumped into someone.
"You filthy peasant how dare you!" Said a voice filled with anger as he saw two purple orbs flying straight at him.
He ducked to avoid one but the second orb was flying low, instantly he used the butcher blade to try and deflect it, but he didn't see the third one flying backwards and hitting him at his spine sending him stumbling forward. Then a wave of purple force pushed him back from the caster.
As he got up from the ground he realized he was surrounded by purple orbs, the cobblestone beneath them cracked. He readied himself for the impact but there was none.
"OH SHIT! Another champion!"The purple mage approached Thero'gar quickly and dusted him off.
Infront of him stood a beautiful girl with long white hair falling to her mid thighs, which were exposed. She was wearing some sort of revealing, again, purple outfit with long gloves and appeared to be floating in the air slightly.
"I'm Syndra, you may heard of me, I am from the league. Didn't want to attack you thought you where one of these meager weak life forms, the glow from her eyes slowly disappearing.
"Thero'gar… don't worry im not hurt, attacks that strong cant hurt me." He said taking a swing at her pride.
"I hope you won't report me to the League?" She said biting her lip.
"Nice meeting you Syndra." The crimson assassin said patting her on the shoulder and walking away.
The ring that was made by the mass watching slowly dispersed.
"Wait it was an…." Syndra caught up to him grabbing his shoulder.
"I…."
"How about I treat you and we forget all of this ever happened?" She suggested. Now that he thought about it he was really hungry, he didn't eat in two days and this fight really exhausted his energy.
"Agreed." And with a handshake the agreement was sealed and she led him by the hand trough the crowds with a a smile on her face.
Some time later…
The Moon had already replaced the Sun as the two champions where sitting at a table on a balcony of nearby restaurant, the main event of the festival was about to start as crowds gathered around the large bamboo podium.
They were on the second floor of the restaurant so they had quite a good view from there. The balcony was overgrown with some sort of decorative vines that were climbing the walls and descending on the bamboo tatami that lay spread on the floor.
"The show is about to begin" Syndra said as she turned her attention to the bamboo podium.
As soon as she said that, two people appeared out of thin air and bowed to the crowd, a dead silence spreading over the whole quarter.
The two actors were a man and a woman, dressed in red and white traditional Ionian clothing, masks adorning their heads.
They preformed some sort of dance, it appeared that the man was chasing the woman and that she was trying to escape.
"Tell me Syndra, what is the point of all this?" Thero'gar asked turning his attention to the mage sitting across him.
Syndra didn't look away from the show, "It is an old Ionian legend, the woman is named Reina, and the guy that is chasing her is a demonic spirit. Then she found a mask of her own and confronted him scaring him away for good, or something like that. It's a symbol of Ionian culture representing the rebirth and cleansing of the spirit." She let a brief sigh escape her mouth.
"Something troubling you?" The crimson assassin asked raising an eyebrow.
"The story of my life, today is his anniversary…" She suddenly got angry.
"Lost a loved one?" The assassin asked.
"A loved one? She got more and more angry. "A LOVED ONE?"
"Sigh… well we got a lot of time so why don't I tell you…"
"I was born with great powers, destined for greatness, but all the people feared them, unbalance they said, even my parents. As far as I know of myself I was under elders of Ionia, from one to another, they all tried to control me, to oppress me, to deny me my gift, they wanted it for themselves. There was one particular elder, he took it a step too far. It was a on this day, I wasn't allowed to exit my temple prison, I could only watch the celebrations from the walls, I have never been to the town, it was so colorful and pretty. He told me I couldn't go because we had some important work to do. He wanted to put a spell on me to seal my powers so he can use them for himself. I killed him, my orbs smashing his corpse over and over until there was only a bloody pulp left." She expected of him to be shocked, to reject her like the others did.
"A sad story indeed." He remarked.
"All of the Ionians rejected me, a witch they called me, they are all weak." Bitterness in her tone. "You are practically my only friend now." She said a smile adorning her face now.
"So I told you my life story, what about you, your lore tells us almost noting." She asked with the curiosity of a six years old.
"Well, I was born also with a form of "curse" like yours." He removed his shoulder guard so she can see his bare muscular neck.
"This is the Sergregarus mark." The assassin said as he showed a tribal marking of some sort. "It is something the members of the Actos clan members are born with. Almost all of the Actos are exterminated, we are practically immortal, our only weakness is the Fellonic metal, and it is so rare that if all o it was gathered it would barley make for a dagger, and ye they got it, capturing my kinsmen and murdering them. My father chocked my mother and threw me in a raging stream in hopes of killing me. Some royal guards on patrol found me and took me in, to be trained as a guard, as an assassin, why waste such a lethal force. The first time I killed someone was at age of six, a slave girl a bit older than me. I was trained by an master assassin, never knew his name. My training consisted of going into the night practicing assassinations on slave families. At the end I was a master assassin, fit to protect the emperor, or eliminate any feudal lords that dare question his rule without making much of a echo in public life." He said his eyes narrowing.
"And in the end I didn't manage even to do that, there is no purpose in my life anymore." The assassin said bitterly.
"Well at least we have something in common…." She said raising her sake in a toast.
"Hmm?"
"We both have fucked up lives." She said finishing her drink and ordering another one.
"That we do." A smile formed under his mask.
"Oh look the show is done, know what that means?" She asked getting up.
"No…" The assassin replied as she pulled him up by the hand.
"Dance time!" She pushed him of the balcony, he landed one his right hand pushing himself up with a backflip, not to her surprise. She gracefully landed on the cobblestone road.
"I don't know how to dance" Thero'gar said shrugging.
"Don't worry I will lead!" She said rushing and pulling him close to the podium.
As they entered the crowd she guided his hand on her back and grabed the other one with her hand, she rested her head on his chest.
"Well that was easier than I thought" The assassin thought to himself.
It was a slow and sensual dance, at this moment he just noticed how beautiful she was. Her snow white hair perfectly framed her face.
His thinking was interrupted when he heard a sob coming from down below him, was she crying?
"Syndra, whats wrong?" He asked, she just forced a smile.
"Lets get back the restaurant" She said trying to hide her tears.
"You know you can tell me what's bothering you." The assassin said as the sat down the same table.
"I need a drink."
"Want some tea."
"No, not this time, I think I need something stronger this time." She said as she called the waitress, dressed in white and red clothes. " Id want a full bottle of Awamori!" The purple mage said.
"On the way!" And with a bow the girl disappeared behind the paper walls.
The next ten minutes Syndra just stared at the table, not moving an inch. Thero'gar wanted to help her, but didn't know how, and this awkwardness was killing him, until the waitress brought the bottle of drink and a bottle of water.
She tried to pour the water in the drink but Syndra grabbed her hand.
"Umm…" The girl said in confusion. "You do know that almost half of this is alcohol?"
"That's why I ordered it…" Syndra replied sending her away.
She grabbed the bottle and drank directly from it, little streams of the drink running down her chin. The assassin could only stare.
Half an hour later
By now Syndra became rapidly drunk, a pink line was evident on her cheeks.
"I don't believe that drowning your problems in alcohol will do any good…" The crimson assassin remarked, but Syndra just started laughing, it appeared that what ever he said just made her laugh. Her emotions would just erupt on the surface, one second she is crying and the next she is laughing and drowning in alcohol.
"I think it has been enough." The assassin got up. He left ten gold coins on the table, although the coins were from his realm it was still gold.
He picked the now passed out Syndra from her chair and put her in a bridal carry in his arms.
A few streets later he found a tower that appeared the same in design as the one at the institute. The same map was one the same pedestal. He put his index finger on the spot that was marked "The Institute of War".
The high pressure of the air followed with a high pitched sound moved them to the gates of the institute.
It was a short stroll to the dorms, at this hour everyone was either still at the festival or deeply asleep. They made it to the Ionian wing, and lastly to the purple door of Syndra's room.
He was surprised to say the least, fuzzy carpets, fuzzy sofas, fuzzy walls, and everything was purple.
"…."
It hurt his eyes, so much fuzzyness, he hated fuzzy. He turned left and went trough the opened bedroom door. He though that his bad was oversized, but hers, it took more than half of the bedroom, and a mountain of piled pillows resting on top of it.
"…."
He went to the side of the bed and lay her carefully on it. As he was about to exit rings of purple energy appeared around him cuffing his arms and legs, he fell on the fuzzy carpet with a thump.
"Syndra this is childish…" The assassins voice silence by the carpet in his mouth.
He felt himself being pulled by Syndras powers on the bed next to lay next to her.
"What are you doi…." To say that he was surprised would be said lightly.
Syndra grabbed his facemask and slowly down to reveal his face.
His black messy hair framing his pale face, some of the strands lay over his forehead and his crimson eyes. He had an X shaped scar on his right cheek and a small one besides his nose.
"You are quite handsome…." She drunkenly said, a wide smile present on her face.
She slowly mover her face closer, until he could feel her breath on his face.
Syndra moved her head forward until their lips met, she tasted like cinnamon, and alcohol. He was frozen for a moment, but then just relaxed and enjoyed the moment.
She broke the kiss, looked in his eyes, hugged him and fell asleep.
"Well this is just great." The crimson assassin said as he tried to get comfortable, tried.
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