Hi guys! :S Sorry for taking so long. I am actually still having my exams right now, so it took me a while to complete this chapter. :P
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Alright! Enough talking.
"How are you, sister?" Morgana greeted with an exaggerated tone, venom seeping through every syllable. The Fallen Angel stood across the Champion Fountain, arms crossed around her chest. She narrowed her eyes to a fine line, frowning at the older Angel.
"Morgana," Kayle replied plainly.
The angel could not recall when the last time cooperating with her the fallen sibling was. She could only remember it ended up unpleasant.
This is not her, back when everything was in perfect order.
Her little sister had platinum blond hair, which reflected the bright sunlight back home, almost making her shimmer under the sun. Morgana was also unique to her kind – bright red feathers grew on the edge of her wings, giving a sharp contrast to the rest of the white. She had this skirt that she wore all the time. Yellow, red and white pieces of fabric were weaved together in a layered fashion. Her distinctive red feathers became a perfect match to her skirt, and she loved it. She also used to have hazel eyes… In Kayle's eyes, the view of her sister was always flawless, but that was before the black magic. Before her exile. Before the damned war.
Her skin is paler than before. I wonder if it is just as smo-
A heated quarrel brought the Judicator back to the present because it was erupting within her very mind.
'Jasmine, why did you pick Kayle?' A voice said. 'I called mid first! And here you are, trying to claim my lane.'
'Then I'll go top,' came the swift reply from the Angel's summoner.
'You ain't going anywhere girl,' called a male voice. 'I picked Renekton. Top lane is mine.'
'Hey! I cal-'
THIRTY SECONDS UNTIL MINIONS SPAW.
'Not helping!' the first girl growled with annoyance.
'Jasmine,' Kayle called her privately, 'time is limited and something has to be done. Just make sure you call your lane first next time.' The angel's voice was unusually soft, yet it echoed in the summoner's mind with authority. They had to compromise, or else they would not stand a chance.
'Fine.' The young summoner announced with a sigh, 'Kayle and I are supporting bottom lane.'
Morgana turned around and headed towards the mid lane. Little that she knew, her sister watched her every step until she disappeared into the Fog of War.
Soulless minions marched down the lane as Kayle flew above her lane partner. The lane was quiet as usual, even when the mindless battle between purple and blue minions had begun to the right of the river. At the anterior of the formation, the mini soldiers beat each other with toy-like hammers and spears, while the ones that at the posterior casted faintly glowing spells.
Seven icy arrows sliced the air and hit several blue melee minions in the front line, killing them without mercy.
'Ashe eh?' Jasmine's confident voice stated. 'Let's go kill this lane!' the two champions nodded and began advancing deeper into the artificial fog.
Kayle felt her right arm rose, the palm facing her helm. Her hand felt hot as magic surged through her blood; the arcane energy seeped through her armor and gathered into a swirling ball before her arm lashed outwards towards the unprepared Ashe. The spell left a glittering red trail as it sought its target, blasting the Frost Archer square in the chest.
It was not her doing though, Champions' actions were controlled by summoners' rather… abusive magic. But that was how fighting worked on the Fields, and so she complied.
Her assault was far from over. Raising her left arm, Kayle drew her sword, Judgment, and pointed it towards the sky above. It was a spectacular blade: its width increasing towards the rhomboidal tip; two enchanted rubies were embedded to the large point and center of the cross guards; the flat sides of the golden sword were marked with characters of an ancient language. Under the sunlight, Judgment shimmered brightly.
With a blink of an eye, the angelic weapon burst into holy flames; the air above the Judicator's head was set ablaze, magical flames burned mid air in a circle, forming a fiery halo. Her sword arm swung diagonally from top left to bottom right.
Readying herself after taking the full force of the spell, Ashe stood sideways and strung her bow once again; the snow white arm of hers drew the crystalline arrow back until the frozen fletching touched the corner of her determined eye. Just before her fingers released the projectile, a crescent of magical fire struck the archer's chest, causing her to flinch and miss her shot.
Followed by one that hit her back.
The Archer released yet another volley of arrows towards her pursuer. A few shots connected with Kayle, one on her wing, another two on her shoulder, creating sheens of thin ice on the wounds. She winced at the cold numbness that crawled through her spine, but Jasmine pushed onwards, commanding the Judicator to press harder with a flurry of slashes.
The Freljord Queen spun on her heels and ran.
Another flaming crescent threw her onto the ground. Ashe tumbled over and landed abruptly on her torso, the wind completely knocked out of her.
Kayle's arm held back all in a sudden, making the flames jolt along with her sword. The angel knew clearly what she, or rather, her summoner was doing though. A silver bolt dug into the Frost Archer's back and pierced her heart.
FIRST BLOOD!
The same booming voice of the announcer came not too long after the first kill, announcing Renekton's death. 'Fuck!' the boy from earlier swore in the shared minds of summoners' and Champions', 'that dirty son of a bitch just won't fucking die!'
Kaye heard a soft, sarcastic chuckle coming from Jasmine's mind.
The match continued as Jasmine had predicted: Vayne, their carry, net quite a few kills from her counterpart, while the poor alligator was slain over and over again at his lane…
And how about Morgana? How was she doing against the Deceiver?
Why do I even care?
An annoying pinging rang in the Judicator's mind, telling her to aid the center lane. The opposing team was planning to ambush.
Morg-
"We have to go!" Vayne hurried as she rolled forward, gaining some extra distance.
Kayle immediately set flight, advancing to the middle lane. Pushing through the tall grass that grew on the river bank, the Angel saw her sister under attack. A blue magical shield surrounded the Fallen one, the ground below her pursuers decayed into a sticky, bubbling black puddle of forbidden magic. Seeing her eyes' purple glow become less intense, Kayle knew Morgana could not hold much longer. Each brutal hack from Tryndamere's enormous blade weakened her shield, causing the glowing blue hue to flicker.
I have to save her.
The shield flickered again.
Think!
The Night Hunter drew her large crossbow and pointed it at the Barbarian King. A firm press on the trigger sent the spear-sized bolt flying, impaling the giant of a man onto the ground. That halts the attac-
A gigantic frost arrow hit the surrounded ally, shattering her magical defense. Meanwhile, the King of Freljord ripped the bolt out of his shoulder with an ungodly roar and stood up, hands gripped tight on his great sword, fury burning deep in his eyes; Leblanc, the Noxian Deceiver, teleported right next to Morgana, and lashed ethereal chains at her, tangling the Fallen Angel's wings.
Tryndamere spun, utilizing the momentum to increase the lethality of his strike; the dull arch of his blade became a blur.
Morgana shut her eyes and gritted her teeth.
Kayle was suddenly ten years old, and in front of her stood a young angel with red feathers on her wings. She crossed her arms above her head; eyes squeezed tight, body curled as small as possible. Boys around her held sticks in their hands; girls spat razor sharp words.
She was always the first to save her.
Without a second thought, the Angel focused and broke Jasmine's control. She began beating her wings rapidly to gain altitude. Upon reaching a height desirable for her attack, she hoisted her sword arm once again and set her golden blade on holy flames and dived into the fray. She then positioned herself for a dive. Her head pointed towards the earth below her while the huge wings folded without hesitation, which caused her to fall back into the fray with an unparalleled speed.
Using all the force brought by gravity, the Judicator deflected the barbaric sword with a clang, sending a numbing vibration through the hulk of a man's sword arm. No one anticipated a support champion rushing head first into battle like this. Focusing once more, she whispered a short prayer and gazed upon her sister. A blinding light enclosed the pale angel, protecting her from any sorts of harm.
Kayle saw the confused face of her sister's: glowing eyes softened by hidden emotions that welled up; mouth mildly agape in astonishment…
The dark angel's summoner took this opportunity and cast a spell on her champion. With a flash, Morgana was sent next to a towering structure of an ally turret and into safety. She did not look back.
She closed her cyan eyes to embrace her end as the other champions closed in for the kills.