Author's Note: This is a really late upload, sorry guys :(. School has started for me and my beta reader seems to be extremely busy as well. Please don't think that I have dropped this story as I do not intend to drop it at all. Will try to upload next chapter asap
Ezreal rushes down the corridor.
"Dammit I am late again" Ezreal thinks to himself as he jumps over Amumu and runs around a group of summoners.
Ezreal reaches the blue platform with seconds to spare.
"S... Sorry I'm late guys!" Ezreal puffs
Sona comforts Ezreal while he catches his breath. They both turn slightly red upon touching each other.
"Hello Sona" Ezreal whispers happily
"Morning" Sona giddily replies "Sorry but I can only talk to my summoner during this game"
"That's fine" Ezreal replies softly, still slightly dazed from the night before. He already misses having Sona's soft lips upon his, although they decided to not go any further, Ezreal lusts for the ecstasy that night had brought him.
Sona smiles
"Good Luck"
Ominous blue light circles circle around the five champions, swallowing them up. Once the blue light engulfs Ezreal, he feels the familiar feeling of being pulled back away from the platform to be thrown into the arena. As Ezreal is gently dropped onto the starting platform and the blue lights thin around him, Ezreal looks at Sona. In her blue dress the glowing light seems to dance around her illuminating the gold trim of her sashes.
Ezreal looks down at the platform as his feet make contact. He also notices his change in attire; the colour of his clothes changed from matte browns to dark blues.
"I must be wearing my frost skin this game" Ezreal thinks to himself.
"Ready to go?" Ezreal asks Sona as he buys a doran's blade.
Sona nods and plays her song of celerity, eventually Ezreal and Sona both head down to the bottom lane. Under the safety of the blue tower, Ezreal takes in his surroundings, although the entire arena is enchanted by magic, the forest surrounding the arena almost seems completely natural him. Ezreal lifts his chin and gently closes his eyes, feeling the light cold breeze swirl around him.
He feels a light tap on his shoulder.
"Yes Sona?" Ezreal says as he opens his eyes.
Sona points at the two figures standing opposite the pair; Draven and Nunu. Ezreal slides his left foot back, kicking up a cloud of dust. He leans slightly, ready to rush forward.
"Minions have spawned!" The announcer echoes throughout the arena.
The mindless blue minions pass Ezreal and meet the purple ones. As Draven moves forward, Ezreal patiently waits below his tower, focusing purely on him. Sona sets her sight on Nunu, her hands gently plucking the strings of her etwahl.
Ezreal positions his right hand behind his back, signalling to Sona that he is going to attack. Sona nods and moves toward Nunu, distracting him. Draven sneaks into the bush, circling behind her. Ezreal suddenly bursts forward, sprinting toward the distracted Draven.
Draven dives out of the bushes with explosive power, throwing his axes at Sona. Sona immediately retreats once she notices Draven.
Before Draven catches his spinning axes Ezreal charges up his gauntlet, forming a blue bow, and fires a mystic shot. The mystic shot collides with the axes in mid-air, making a metallic sound. Ezreal fires several bolts of yellow arcane energy at Draven before swinging his fist at him. Draven falls backwards as Ezreal's fist comes into contact with his face.
Clouds of dust swirl around Ezreal and Draven as his body collides with the ground. Sona nervously watches as flashes of white light appear in the cloud of dust. Once the dust subsides, Draven's body is left lying on the ground, bloodied and burned.
"First blood!" The announcer booms
Ezreal jumps back, bleeding from his left arm. Sona plays her song of celerity again, healing Ezreal of his wounds, while Nunu stays under the safety of his tower, not risking the chance of being killed by Ezreal. Ezreal takes advantage of the situation and begins to kill the purple minions as they slowly trundle towards him.
After several moments Draven returns. He brandishes his two axes at Ezreal, a furious expression on his face.
Later into the game, Ezreal continues to kill the minions while Sona returns to the blue platform to buy wards, suddenly Draven jumps towards him, throwing one of his axes. Ezreal immediately crouches; the shimmering steel blade passes an inch over his head.
Draven kicks over Ezreal before he looks up and lifts up his other axe. Ezreal rolls backwards avoiding the incoming axe, then he stands up and jumps backwards, wincing in pain. Ezreal stands his ground, hoping that Sona would arrive soon.
"Heh, looks like it is just you and me boy." Draven gloats
Ezreal lifts up his silver gauntlet, ready to fire.
"Please hurry up Sona" Ezreal thinks to himself.
Draven and Ezreal advance toward each other with caution. Once Draven is within range, Ezreal fires a mystic shot from his gauntlet. The mass of energy collides with Draven's axes, but he remains unfazed as he walks toward Ezreal, a sinister smile curls on his lips. Ezreal slides under Draven and fires several mystic shots at his back, leaving behind black burn marks.
Draven swings his axe around, cutting Ezreal across the chest, leaving behind a deep gash which spanned from one shoulder to another. Ezreal's cries of pain could be heard over Draven's cackles of laughter. Red blood pours out of his wound, dyeing his clothes in an ugly red tinge.
Draven brings down his axe with huge force, aiming to cleave Ezreal's skull in two. In a dazzle of yellow light he disappears, reappearing behind Draven he instantly charges up a true shot barrage, yellow sparks ignite around the bow of light that appears on Ezreal's gauntlet.
He steps back and fires his true shot barrage. The wave of raw arcane energy collides with Draven's injured back in an explosion of power, illuminating the vicinity in a brilliant display. Ezreal crouches down and holds his hand to his chest, trying to stem the flow of his blood.
A solid ball of ice suddenly knocks Ezreal off his feet; he tumbles sideways into the bushes.
"Come out Ezreal." Nunu taunts "There's nowhere to run."
Ezreal tries to move but cringes in pain, the slash across his chest and Nunu's ice ball had taken a toll in his body, rendering him immobile. Nunu's yeti walks up to Ezreals crumpled body.
"Finish him off Willump" Nunu says with a slightly higher tone.
Ezreal looks up in fear; Willump is towering over him, with his fist raised high. Ezreal closes his eyes and waits for the incoming pain.
Instead he hears a beautiful melody, instantly Ezreal opens his eyes, knowing that Sona has arrived. While Sona keeps Nunu at bay, Ezreal hobbles toward safety, eventually being able to recall under his tower.
Several moments later, Ezreal's feet once again touch the starting platform. He suddenly feels an invigorating feeling course through his body, healing him. Ezreal runs back the bottom lane to help Sona once his wounds are healed.
Ezreal stops behind Sona and lightly hugs her.
"Thanks for saving me" Ezreal praises
Sona smiles lightly.
The match ends with the purple team's defeat, as Ezreal, Sona and Annie destroy the purple nexus with a flurry of attacks, causing it to explode.
The cold blue light once again consumes all the champions and teleports them back to the Institute. Once the blue light subsides around Ezreal he walks toward Sona.
"You did well Ezreal" Sona says as Ezreal approaches.
"Yeah you too" Ezreal replies quietly.
"Ezreal!" Shouts a familiar voice. "I need to talk to you about something."
Ezreal turns around, staring at him is Otis.
"Please follow me" Otis states
Ezreal looks at Otis strangely.
"Why?" Ezreal asks "Just ask me here."
"Business matters Ezreal." Otis whispers "This matter also means you can go on an expedition for as long as you like."
"You had me at expedition, tell me more" Ezreal replies with a slight chuckle
Ezreal follows Otis to one of the many lounges available for the Summoners and Champions and sits down opposite him. Otis lies back on the sleek red couch and sighs.
"Okay, what is it that I am going on an expedition for?" Ezreal asks with anticipation.
Otis lowers his gaze to Ezreal.
"Have you ever heard of the amulet of infinite ailments?" Otis asks.
"Nope." Ezreal replies "Never heard of it. What is it?"
"This amulet has the very special power of healing anyone's ailment or injury, no matter how big or small." Says Otis solemnly.
"So, this amulet can heal absolutely anything?" Ezreal asks "That seems a little farfetched."
"Yes, I am not lying Ezreal. I vaguely remember that there was once a summoner who had used this amulet to repair his sight."
"Heal anything?" Ezreal asks himself. "If this is true then… it could Sona talk again."
"So… this amulet could even give Sona, back her voice?" Ezreal asks with great anticipation
"Uh… Yeah sure, it can"Otis replies.
Ezreal's eyes widen.
"Do you have any information on it?" Ezreal asks anxiously
"I only know that it exists sorry." Otis replies bluntly "But I am sure it is mentioned somewhere in the institute's library.
"Alright, I will begin tomorrow." Ezreal says, trying to contain his excitement
"That is all, take care Ezreal" Otis says as he lifts himself up and leaves.
At sunset Ezreal slowly walks up the slightly worn stairs to the roof of the institute. He walks over to a white marbled ledge and sits down, yawning while doing so. Several moments later Sona arrives. Sitting next to Ezreal and hugs him, sharing their body warmth. Both of them blush in embarrassment, wanting to kiss the other, but try to keep their composure.
"You did great at the game today, I was lucky to have you as my support" Ezreal praises
"You did well too" Sona says.
Giving in to his urges, Ezreal moves his face closer to Sona's slightly hesitant; Sona also moves closer, their lips lock together. They hold their kiss, exploring each other's mouths, breaking apart once they run out of breath.
"Sona… I can get your voice back, all I need to do is find an amulet" Ezreal says quietly
"My Voice?" Sona asks slightly surprised
"Yes, I can get your voice back Sona" Ezreal replies happily
Sona stares back at Ezreal wide-eyed; tears almost form in the corner of her eyes.
"I… will be able to talk again?"
Ezreal smiles and nods
"Yes"
Sona pulls him closer in a tight grip
"Thank you" Sona says in a happy voice
"It's fine" Ezreal replies softly "You will be able to talk in no time."
The couple stay in each other's arms, embraced in their warmth, feeling that a kiss would ruin the moment.