A/N Hi :D, We are drawing closer and closer to the end of my first fanfiction, almost there :)
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"This is the second fanfic I've ever read, and it's very impressive.
It has me wanting more like some of the top notch anime I have loved in the past, keep it up!"
Thank you :3
"This is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo (imagine even more o's) awesome !
This is the second fanfiction i've ever read and will forever be my favourite.
And this is was such a hard dicision since my second favourite is (and the first fanfiction i've ever read) The Explorer and The Exile . ( Dont Check it if u hate anything other than EzxSona or hat EzxRiven) . ANYWAY THIS AWESOME ! I read chapter 1 to chapter 19 in one rush and It only took like 4 hours because i wanted to read everything again so I wont confused. (Btw now i know what 'lemon' means. And now everytime i hear something with Lemons I start thinking of Ez and Sona doin' there stuff while Cait is listening). Thank u for the hours of Fun and Suspense u gave me and u will give me. (WTF this has to be a grammar mistake) Btw your ahri story is awesome too!
This is going waaaaay to long for a review. So k pls be an author so i can keep reading ur stories!
(and pls continue this i would die if i didnt learn what color the hair of there kids will have.)
Pls be gentle English is not my native language! With kind regards! A fresh Fanfiction Fan!"
Thank you very much o\\\o, and I am almost 100% sure that Sona dyed her hair.
"Now I finally realise that it was you that reviewed my story "Crescendo of the Christmas Cabaret." This story was my inspiration for my story! Great story, write more please!"
I feel so honoured. Good luck on your story
"Yay you did it! Thanks! I'm glad you're back with your awesome historys! keep the awesome work, I really don't have anything in mind about what can happens in this history, i like this way :D"
No problem.
Ezreal picks up his battered backpack, now dry after leaving it in the sun for the rest of day after his fall. The things inside his back pack weren't so lucky. He sighs, his bag almost completely empty, he turns his gaze back to their tent, Sona still sleeping peacefully inside.
"Guess I better wake her up." Ezreal mutters to himself.
Ezreal unzips the tent and peers inside. Sona is sleeping vulnerably on her back. Ezreal can't help but smile when looking at her innocent cute face. He reaches out his hand about to shake her shoulder, but he stops himself. With his back almost fully healed he could 'thank' her properly now. Lustful memories of his bathe in the bath return to him. With a smug grin, he dives under her duvet.
After a few moments Sona's eyes slowly open, still dazed she twists and turns, making a moaning expression, before her eyes flutter open and her lower half convulses in pleasure, once she settles down Ezreal pops up from under the blanket.
"Morning" He says, laughing playfully. "Even though I lost the map, I think I know where we should start looking."
Sona nods her head with confidence, still slightly affected by Ezreal's wake up.
The sun bears down its mid-day heat onto the jungle canopy, feint echoes of Ezreal's laughing resound through the forest.
"Alright, so maybe it was not a good choice to try going down that big cave, but at least we are safe, and your etwahl is fine." Ezreal laughs to Sona behind him.
Sona smiles a warm smile, when exploring, Ezreal is a completely different person, more joyful and happy.
"I think that that way is a good direction to go!" Ezreal exclaims, pointing northwest.
"This is the last possible place it could be, if it is not there… No, it must be there." Ezreal thinks to himself behind his facade.
They continue to hike through the forest for an hour, losing hope.
"What did I do wrong?" Ezreal asks himself as they walk, "Was my calculations wrong? Or was it the research?"
There is nothing Ezreal hates more than Noxians and unsuccessful expeditions.
A reassuring hand on his shoulder pulls him out of his thoughts, Ezreal turns his head again, Sona's bright smile already giving him confidence. As they walk they start climbing up slightly, the forest grows thicker as well. Ezreal puts his hand down to his waist, he unclips the leather sheath attached to his belt and pulls out the blade that Master Yi had given him. Ezreal starts slashing through the layers and layers of drooping vines. He continues to cut until his blade bounces off a wall of shrubs. Ezreal swings a few more strikes with the knife before giving up.
"Sona could you play your hymn of valour?" Ezreal asks.
Sona nods before she poises her hands above the strings of her etwahl, her delicate finger plucking at the strings. Ezreal closes his eyes and feels the rejuvenating music pass through his body.
"I never get tired of your music Sona." He says before he opens his eyes.
Sona blushes a rose red, looking down at her etwahl.
"You are too modest Sona, everyone loves your music." Ezreal says encouragingly.
"But… your modesty is one of the reasons I love you." Ezreal says quietly, scratching his head.
"Anyway! Let's find this temple." He says abruptly.
Ezreal stands back a few paces and charges his gauntlet. Sparks of power flows out of the gem, joining together into a blue bow and travelling through the veins of his arm. Yellow arcane energy streams around his body and to the bow.
Feeling that the time is right, he unleashes his true shot barrage, slicing through the air and burning a path through the shrubs, unlike in the arenas of the institute, being able to shoot masses of arcane energy great distances did not have any consequences. Several trees in the distance fall to the ground. Cries of several animals and irds soon follow."
Ezreal and Sona both look at each other with wide eyes.
"Oops" Ezreal cringes
They soon reach a clearing in the endless thorned shrubbery. In the centre is an ancient stone building, standing on a stone platform.
"Hah, no wonder no one has found it, everyone else would have gone around those thorn bushes." Ezreal says panting, tired from constantly needing to use his trueshot barrage.
Ezreal trudges up to the cavernous door and stops, Sona is still trailing him.
"Sona, wait out here, I will get the artefact."
Sona shakes her head.
"Sona…"
She stubbornly shakes her head again.
Ezreal puts his hands on her shoulders, "Sona please, I can't live with myself if I get you hurt in there, please, please wait outside?"
Reluctantly she accepts, pulling Ezreal into a tight hug. Ezreal wraps his arms around her slim back. Felling her warmth.
Ezreal pulls away, but Sona keeps a firm hold on him, jerking his body back. Ezreal looks at her, a look of worry on her face, holding onto him and never wanting to let him go.
"I will be fine, trust me." He murmurs
Ezreal gives Sona a kiss goodbye and turns around.
He walks into the dark abyss turning around occasionally to make sure that Sona is still there. Walking down the crumbling stone steps, the sunlight outside shrinks to a small speck.
Ezreal reaches an empty black space, the ambient light emitting from his gauntlet not reaching the walls of the room. Crouching slightly, Ezreal slowly paces forward, his eyes scanning for any deadly traps. As he walks forward, suddenly the room lights up, squinting his eyes, Ezreal eventually gets used to the light. Symbols of arcane energy form on the huge walls surrounding him. The ground lights up in a beautiful mural.
"Wow" Ezreal mouths as he looks around at the intricate room.
A circle of darkness grows around Ezreal rapidly.
"Whats this?" Ezreal asks himself. "A shadow maybe?"
Ezreal's eyes go wide and his expression changes as he realises. He immediately arcane shifts away. A loud boom sound roars through the room. Dust and pieces of stone spray everywhere, Ezreal looks back in shock. A dark shadow almost as tall as the roof of the room looms over Ezreal behind the dust cloud. The giant shadow stomps the ground and roars, the sheer force of it sending Ezreal tumbling backward.
"Oh… shit…" Ezreal says quietly as the dust settles.
A grotesque feathered hydra towers over him, its heads twisting and turning in the air. Tapering from its massive shoulders is a thin muscular body with three pairs of legs, ending with razor sharp talons, extending from its tail is a huge fan of feathers.
After roaring a few more times and snapping its powerful jaws, one of the three heads strike.