Tybresa's Story Thread

100 Theme Challenge Writing - 2. Complicated

Year 18 CLE, shortly after Tybresa arrived at the Institute of War after a prolonged absence for business in Noxus …

The hallways would be filled with the familiar, rhythmic clicking of heels against its stone floors once again as purple cloth folds would trail after her, the summoner walking at a brisk, purposeful pace towards the Great Library. Even though it was early in the morning, the sun barely lifting its head from its cradle, that fact did not stop the most diligent of the summoners at the Institute of War to begin their day already with their usual work routine. They would bid each other good mornings and well wishes, to which Tybresa responded with a warm, friendly smile and a polite nod of acknowledgement, but she did not allow herself to be slowed down by social calls.

Finally, she pushed open the great double doors of the Library before she continued her stride towards the Filing Room, where she would hope the Scribe would be awake and ready for work … fortunately for her, he was. A man well past the bloom of his age, he hummed a cheery tune underneath his breath as he pulled at various cabinets and dropped folders and files within in what seemed to be a careless attitude - but one would know better than to say that, for the Scribe had managed to keep the Filing Room of the Institute of War in utmost order and organization since the League’s beginnings. In whatever way he managed to do this with such lightness of heart, it was a mystery - but a welcome one, nevertheless, for the Filing Room was a treasury of information.

The Scribe perked up from his folders at the sound of the fair-haired summoner’s approach and promptly stood up, bowing deeply before her in a comical display.

"Well then - good day to you, Steward. I see you have arrived back, well and unharmed, though I am surprised to see you at such an early hour - shouldn’t you be resting?"

Tybresa chuckled softly and returned his bow with a ladylike curtsy before she replied in a warm, polite voice.

"Good day to you, Scribe. Indeed, it is good to be back here … I admit, I may have missed the rustle of paperwork being moved here and there and the frantic scribbling of the pens. Thank you for your concern, but I assure you, I am well rested. Though, I come with other bearings in mind. I wish to ask for a favor."

The Scribe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he leaned backward, seeming taken aback by her words. “Ohoo, and how may this old man be of service to you, Madame? I feel I do owe you a few plenty favors, after the help you have given me in the past times."

Tybresa nodded her head once as her expression changed to that of thoughtfulness for a moment before she answered. “I was only happy to help, but I do believe you are the only one who can aid me - to be true, I wish to add a change to my own personal record."

She hadn’t even finished her words well, for the Scribe held out a large, brown folder, stuffed with all kinds of papers. He grinned, revealing several gaps the passage of time has left him. “You know who to ask when it comes to localizing folders, Steward." In a swift motion, he flipped it open and began riffling through. “Well then, what is it you wish to change? Usually I’d be a lot more suspicious about these things, but I trust you have a good reason for this, aye?"

She nodded once and stared back at him, her expression serious. “I wish to change my name, Scribe."

The man had since long taken out a quill out of nowhere and flicked its tip over his tongue as he held it aloft the paper. “Eh? I don’t see why you would change it - Tybresa is a lovely name, ain’t it?"

Her answer was a polite chuckle before she elaborated. “I do not mean to change the name I was born with, Scribe - that was given to me by my mother, and I wouldn't change it for nothing in the world. Rather, I mean my family name. Instead of simply Farrister … I want to be known as “Farrister-Cassalantar" instead."

The Scribe blinked his eyes once, twice, thrice … as he stared blankly at Tybresa, the wheels and cogs turning in his mind before he exhaled in revelation. “Aaaaaah, I see - in that case, congratulations. Figures a girl like you would have found a man for herself already." He winked. “I never knew you preferred the noxian types … they all seem like sleazes to me, but eh …" he shrugged. “Each to their own."

Tybresa’s eyes widened in surprise as her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, raising her hands to wave them frantically before her in denial. “Oh, no no no! Not in that sense, Scribe! I did not get married! That would be highly inappropriate, too …"

The man quirked an eyebrow as he clicked his tongue. “Tssk. So how did you come across this second name, then?" To his inquiry, Tybresa cast her gaze downwards, her eyebrows furrowed ever-so-slightly in thought before she answered softly.

"It is … complicated, Scribe. One never expects to find family in such unlikely places."

The Muse of Death

22th September, 9 CLE

Tybresa lightly chewed on her lower lip as she carefully stroked the paint-soaked brush across the canvas, filling out the black outline of what seemed to be another landscape. Gradually, it would be filled out with the color that would dominate the entire painting - a golden hue, one she had spent an hour prior to mix and match until she finally found the one that would satisfy her artistic desire. This time, the theme she tried to fulfill was fall - but not the depressing, static one, where nature would sing its lament with the frush of dead leaves being blown away by the wind. No, this would be a fall of glory, a time of fortune and wealth, where gold would grow on trees with their ever-dimming emerald cousins and ruby-red offspring, the shapes of apples noticeable among that of the leaves.

One stroke, however, went past the outline as Tybresa flinched startled.
Footsteps, heavy, urgent ones were headed towards the Solarium, where she was currently. Whatever state of mind of intense focus and concentration she had would suddenly dissipate as her blue eyes stared expectantly at the door, waiting for it to open with each rapid, anxious heartbeat.

Indeed, it swung open to reveal the Farrister steward, Otis, intently searching for something within the workshop until he spotted her, concealed amongst the various painting tools, color jars and half-finished canvases of forgotten ideas.

"Tybresa." he called out urgently, forsaking whatever formalities he would be expected to say - a sign that the situation was far graver than one expected.

"You have to come."

Without a single moment lost, Tybresa carelessly cast aside her brush, sprang from her seat and sprinted past Otis and out of the Solarium, the folds of her white dress trailing wildly after her as she ran, like the wind was nipping at her heels, with not a single glance thrown back.

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Frantically turning the door knob, Tybresa pushed the door open and stepped within her parent’s bedroom - her Father was already there, sitting at her bedside as he always had for the past months, dignifying Tybresa’s presence with a single nod.

Her mother, however, was laying on her side of the bed, her raven hair chaotically strewn around her like a halo of darkness. With her eyes closed shut and her chest rising and falling peacefully with each breath taken, it looked like she was blissfully asleep, the perfect picture of serenity and tranquility - nobody could ever dare imagine the illness that was eating her from the inside, ever-advancing, ever-consuming … A silent killer.

Tybresa was panting lightly, feeling her heart almost jump out of her chest - she never recalled a time when she ran so swiftly, not did she know she could. With stumbling steps, she knelt at the left side of the bed and reached out to take her mother’s hand and cradle it protectively in hers. She pursed her lips together and ran her tongue across to moisten them before she spoke out meekly, almost afraid of breaking the silence.

"Mother…?"

Her steel-grey eyes fluttered open as she turned her head towards the source that beckoned her so, taking in the sight of the girl at the bedside - and smiled softly, sending a wave of warmth through Tybresa’s body. She lifted her hand from her daughter’s grasp to gently cup her cheek.

"Aah … and here is my lovely golden canary. Happy birthday, darling. Did you get anything nice yet?"

Tybresa chuckled softly and smiled as she pressed her cheek against her mother’s palm, nuzzling herself against it. Despite the harmless question and tender gestures, she was unable to hold back a tear that now slowly slid across her cheek,

"Heh. Not yet, Mother. That is a matter for another time. How … how are you feeling?"

"Why … as healthy as a spring chicken. I’ll be up in no time …"

The blatant lie was like adding salt to the wound, for Tybresa winced and gritted her teeth in pain before she spoke out bitterly.

"I am fifteen years old now, Mother - at the very brink of my womanhood.. How long are you going to treat me as a child? Why must you lie to me, still?"

"Tybresa!" her father called out authoritatively.

"Down, Bryce." her mother intervened as her eyes darted across Tybresa’s features, inspecting her expression. “She is right. Our Bree always had an eye for detail and a spark of genius - it did not take her long to figure out this puzzle long before any of us did."

"Aren’t you a little bit dramatic now, Marcelaine?" Bryce spoke out tenderly as he reached out to take her hand. “Surely there is something - …"

"I’m dying, Bryce." she cut him off wryly as she turned to face him. “That is a fact neither you, a dragon or the blasted doctors can deny." She would scoff in disdain and turned to look back at Tybresa.

"Did you get your College letter yet?"

"Yes Mother."

"Did you get accepted?"

"… yes."

"Good - whatever happens, study hard and get stronger. Don’t let anyone hold you back … not even your father. Your life is your own now - make the best of it, Bree. I know you’ll make me proud, whatever it is you chose to do - just remember to stay true to yourself, no matter what …" She sighed. “Lying is a sin - lying to yourself is basically tying a blindfold around your eyes and walking headlong into the storm. It is weakness, concealed in prettied-up words to … what? Sweeten the situation? Make it last longer…? No, Tybresa. I know you - you are like me. Absolution is what you seek among adversity - make it easier for yourself by seeking the truth. It’s … easier to move on as soon as that sinks in."

She looked at Bryce, a sharp message sent towards him - he only bowed his head and patted her hand softly. She let out a long, out-drawn sigh as she let her head rest back on the pillow, holding out her hands to tightly squeeze that of her husband and daughter one last time.

"Good … I know you two will be fine. You are warriors, after all." She closed her eyes, her voice faltering to a whisper. “For once … just this once … all I want is peace … and quiet."

Silence fell on the family, seconds turning to minutes and minutes to hours, regulated by the slow, labored breathing of the mother. Tybresa buried her face among the bedsheets as she cradled her mother’s hand between hers once again, quiet tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

The room … felt emptier as Marcelaine’s chest ceased to rise, a blissful expression on her face giving off the impression that she was asleep and dreaming. The first to break the silence, however, was Tybresa, letting out a heart-wrenching sob as she tightly clutched at her mother’s now-cold hand.

100 Theme Challenge Writing - 4. Rivalry

Sometime during Tybresa’s apprenticeship in the League, year 14 CLE…

Girlish laughter and gasps of awe suddenly emerged from somewhere in the Outer Grounds of the Institute of War as a conjured hummingbird took to the skies at an incredible speed, leaving a blue trail as it went. It would do somersaults and draw all kinds of shapes in the air, from simple flowers and animals to the more complicated ones, like the intricate symbol of the League of Legends. A row of applause was heard from below - a group of four young women were seated comfortably on the grassy ground while a fifth one was standing several steps away - indubitably, the conjurer.

She was holding her hands before her as her lithe form swayed while manipulating the creature, her fingers gracefully arching like those of a skillful harp player. A pleased smile was playing across her lips as her blue eyes were fixated on the sky above as she too, would watch the little creature’s show with delight. Each laughter and applaud she drew from her small audience made her smile widen, obviously pleased of the attention they were getting.

Eventually, she held her right hand up for the hummingbird to hover in her palm before she enclosed her fist around it, keeping it out of sight. With a dramatic flair, she gestured at her fist like a magician would present her newest, upcoming trick before she blew in her hand, creating a shower of blue, glittery sparks and flowers to cascade over her audience. They gasped in awe and reached out to catch them, only for the little flakes to melt at the merest touch. Tybresa bowed humbly before her crowd as they applauded before she seated herself further away, where her books were strewn around in a neat circle, their pages having been turned about by the playful gusts of wind.

It was a welcome break from studying, she thought - not to mention it was a … flattering thought, to have had her company sought out. Not that she was an antisocial being, nor did she purposefully avoid anyone within the Institute of War - simply put, she prioritized her arcane training over socializing. This self-imposed solitude did not bother her as much as it would anyone else - after all, it had been her choice, then she had been used to it since childhood … and, if anything, she was never truly alone. Her companions, a pair of living hummingbirds were more than happy to titter away at her ears and sing their melodies of the day’s beauties and life’s joys. Her reverie was broken momentarily when one of the girls addressed her.

"That was amazing - where did you learn that?"

"The College of Magic, in Demacia." she answered simply, her voice calm but betraying a small trace of pride in her words. “I have been training there for almost four years before I … left. To join the League."

A small gasp of awe emerged from another. “Four years? You must be quite skilled! Did you specialize in anything?"

"Conjuration … though, I’ve learned a bit of each, I suppose …"

"And summoning?" the one in the middle that seemed to be the leader spoke out. She would have been considered the very model of feminine beauty, had it not been for the spark of cruelty ever-present in her emerald eyes and the sly, crooked smile on her lips. The question startled Tybresa a bit, which absentmindedly made her close her books and gather them close …

"N-not much … we have been told the basics, explained the meta magical history and its provenience, but they are not allowed thorough teachings of summoning. Only the League can do that."

"Hmm." the leader paused as she raised her chin to seemingly look down upon her - the disdain towards her was tangible, making her feel uncomfortable and unwelcome. She picked up her books and seemed on the verge to leave, when the girl continued.

"So what makes the tutors fawn over you so? You are far ahead than any of us should be. Who do you bribe … or, perhaps, what is it you give?" She flashed a cruel grin as her eyes darted all over Tybresa’s body, implying a most shameless act. The others deliberately avoided looking at her, staring sheepishly at the ground instead - they did not want to take part, but nor did they have the courage to do anything against it. Tybresa rolled her eyes and replied calmly, her demeanor unyielding under the sharp gaze.

"Nothing. I have studied hard and worked diligently to arrive as far as where I am now. Everything I have achieved, it was on my own merits."

A mocking guffaw was the answer she received. “Ha! Some good that does you if you don’t have the magic flowing through your veins." The rival raised her hand, the sleeve of her robes sliding down to bare her wrist as she stared at it wistfully. “Some of us are born with greatness - we do not have to work for it."

The blatant show of arrogance annoyed Tybresa, making her rise and walk towards the Institute’s gates. She could not stand in such vile presence anymore. Despite herself, however, she was unable to hold back a venomous remark as she turned her back to walk away.

"Some greatness that is, getting demoted to a novice every five months."

An electric shock hit Tybresa in between her shoulder blades and painfully ran down her spine, making her cry out and stumble forward. The leaders’ boisterous guffaw drowned out the gasps of concern and surprise of the others.

"Some good your precious books and ‘diligent’ work will do you now."

She grimaced, her muscles aching in pain - before her, the books she was carrying were thrown about on the grass, the smell of singed paper emanating from them. Tybresa took in a deep breath, telling herself to calm down, to dim out the pain and just … walk away.

No. No walking away. That is a coward’s way. What would your mother say at such a display of weakness, turning your tail to run away from a challenge?

Take it. Use it. And make her regret her decision.

Tybresa gritted her teeth together as she rose back up slowly, turning to face the group and stare at her rival through the locks of hair that fell disheveled over her eyes. Her enemy smiled tauntingly.

"Ooh, now this is going to be gold … what are you going to do now? Put a hummingbird on my head?"

Tybresa raised her hand as her eyes flared up with the strong influx of magic she was channeling, answering the taunt with a vicious cry - her rival’s smile vanished only to be replaced with an expression of disbelief and horror, her minions skipping away startled. Encased in a blue sphere of magic, her rival was helpless and at her whim…

With a low groan, Tybresa whipped her hand forcefully towards the nearby pond, the ball fluidly following her movements and rapidly descended. In the very last moment before it would collide with the pond’s surface, she dispelled the sphere, her rival unceremoniously splashing within.

Where there once was laughter of delight, there were now cries of distress. As she was panting from the exertion, Tybresa felt a small pang of guilt pierce through, her conscience ordering her to see whether she would be alright. But this time, she disregarded it - after gathering her books, she walked away, albeit limping a bit, without throwing back a single glance. Despite the pain shooting through her body with each step taken and the possible repercussions for assaulting a colleague with magic, a pleased smile was plastered on her face.

You did good, she could hear her mother’s voice echo at the back of her head. A display of strength worthy of any Noxian.

100 Theme Challenge Writing - 6. Obsession

Early spring within Demacia, 12 CLE

The sun was warm and pleasant in its sky-blue kingdom as its golden subjects pierced down below on the Golden City of Demacia, rightfully proving its name. Its streets were bustling with activity, the citizens of all kinds and ages walking at their own paces, whether aimlessly or towards their own purpose while enjoying the lovely spring weather.

Within the marketplace, however, there seemed to be a little bit of commotion as people gathered around to greet and stare in awe as General Farrister and his daughter strolled at a casual pace amongst the merchant’s stalls. He was a man in the age of his bloom, tall and well-built as befit someone his station, his presence bolstering those around him to straighten their backs, hold their heads up high and be proud of being demacian. He had a friendly smile plastered on his features as he would raise his hand in greeting to the crowd around, but did not seem to stop to personally acknowledge any of them.

At his side, tightly clinging to his arm was a petite, young girl that shared the same appearance as the General; with smooth, creamy skin, fair hair that shone like gold in the sunlight and sky-blue eyes - there was no doubt of her identity, for she could be none other than the General’s daughter and one of Demacia’s shining gems, Tybresa Farrister. Born as a lady, she would beam happily at the people that gathered around and spoke out well wishes to all of them, no matter who they were or what position they had, oblivious to where her father would be leading her.

The pair drew away from the market and headed towards a complex, the various signs marking it as a successful tailoring shop - through the clear viewing glass, one could see lavish textiles showcased amongst the multitudes of clothes in countless color variants and models. Stopping before the door, Tybresa let out a gasp of surprise and looked at her father incredulously.

"Father, you told me we were going to attend a military congress meeting!"

He smiled knowingly at her and nudged her lightly with his shoulder. “I know you well enough, you didn’t believe that one bit the moment I told you, Bree." With that said, he lead her within, for she was too stunned at the course of events. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she found herself within, surrounded by the marvel of exquisite craftsmanship combined with the elegance and grace of woven cloth. But before she let herself be overwhelmed by the excitement, she turned to gaze at her father with a mysterious look, her voice barely a whisper.

"May I …?"

Bryce laughed wholeheartedly and clapped the hand that was wrapped around his arm affectionately before he slid it out from her grasp. “Permission granted - you may frolic at will, my dear."

Tybresa promptly jumped in his arms to give him a tight hug before she ran forward, losing herself amongst the aisles as she laughed in delight, running her fingers across the neatly-arranged line of blouses, only to quickly dart from one row to another, awing and marveling at the pretty dresses and colorful gowns. All definitions of ladylike be damned - she felt like a child that discovered the wonder of Snowdown Showdown, and with it, the workshop of Father Winter.

Close to the check-in desk, Bryce chuckled to himself as he held his arms behind him in a military posture, watching as his daughter lost herself in her own little world. The clerk scurried to his side and bowed respectfully as he addressed him.

"Good day, General. It is good to see you, as always - though, if I may be so bold, I would express a bit of concern towards your daughter … her love for fine tailoring seems a bit obsessive."

He clicked his tongue and turned to smile at the clerk while gesturing at her. “She certainly seems to enjoy herself there, does she not?" He chuckled. “No need to ruin that - let her enjoy it, I say …" His smile seemed to vanish as he frowned instead, his blue eyes turning to stare sadly in the distance. “While she still can."

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11 years later …

Standing before the same complex on the same street close to the demacian market was now an aged general, accompanied by his daughter, now a proud woman and member of the League of Legends. With her arm wrapped around his, she looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, not seeming overly impressed by her father’s shenanigan.

"Father, you told me we were going to attend an ambassadorial meeting between Demacia and Piltover."

He waggled his bushy eyebrows at her as he gave her a toothy grin amongst his beard. “I figured you’d learn by now."

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, reluctantly letting herself be lead within. “Honestly, Father, it has been years - I have long since changed. I am a grown up woman now, childish behavior would be most inappropriate now … not to mention I don’t get the chance to dress up as often as I want. The summoner robes are mandatory."

Having passed the doorstep and standing before the aisles of clothes, the General shrugged lightly. “And how does that stop you?"

Tybresa glowered momentarily at him before something had caught her attention from the corner of her eye - she hesitated for a moment before she spoke out softly. “Well … a small look won’t hurt." With light steps, she walked deeper into the shop, losing herself amongst the sea of colors and fine, soft textures.

The clerk, older and a little bit hunch-backed, stepped next to where the General was standing and nodded curtly at him. “It has been a while, but it seems things have remained the same …"

Bryce grinned as he ran his gaze around the surroundings. “Yep. Let me tell you something, old chap - time is not a good cure for obsessions … and neither is an overly-indulgent father."

*Disclaimer*

• None of the champions are mine. I took on a bit of artistic liberty and tried my best to gauge their personalities and actions as best as possible, according to both Riot lore and their current RP'ers, to whichever applies.
  
• This is non-canon. It is something I had written a long while ago before I started RP'ing and revived it to celebrate hitting the 100-page milestone on my thread on the OF. It is intended as a 'Thank You' for the Official Forums community.
  
• For the die-hard lore fans out there: I am aware Vilemaw is not supposed to leave the Shadow Isles. I had found out he was, in fact, the Spider God Elise worships, and not a simple pet of hers, but it was far too late and I was not in the mood to retcon everything. The boss fight was a must, in my opinion. So just take it with a grain of salt.
  
• This is a long read - 17 pages in a word doc, 9,433 words. You have been warned ...
  

A Harrowing Night
After continuous insistence from fellow summoners and champions, Senior Steward Tybresa finally decided to write the events that led to the admittance of the Spider Queen within the League of Legends. According to her memory, it was on the night of 24th October, on the very day the Council of Equity decided to celebrate the Harrowing season throughout the Institute of War.

I could never forget that night. Heavens, how could I? It was the only night something harrowing actually happened during … well. Harrowing.

It was … a little before midnight. I was doing my nightly rounds with refreshments for the champions forced to stay awake for the dedicated summoners that insist on training day and night for high-tier matches and tournaments and what not. I felt quite bad for them, you see – the champions. Not the summoners, they can be such egotistical hypocrites sometimes, that I decided I would patrol the halls of the Institute every second night with tea and treats. It sounds like a thankless job, considering how moody some champions can get without their beauty sleep – but really, I’m happy to help, and not because I’m a steward and all. It really makes the sleepless nights worthwhile just by seeing their gratitude flash on their faces – even if for a brief moment.

Since this was during Harrowing season, I ordered special treats from the Sinful Succulence bakery itself – and heavens, Morgana really outdid herself. Pumpkin-shaped pastries with all kinds of scary expressions coated on, soul-flavored (it’s mint, actually) green gumballs, little bat and skull cookies, chocolate witch-sticks and … really, I’ll spare you the juicy details – I was quite tempted to take a bite myself. Next to those sinfully succulent delights was the standard jasmine tea to revitalize even the most exhausted body and mind. I felt quite bad there was no way to make it more festive, so I took out one of my most prized tea sets – demacian porcelain with little, colorful hummingbirds painted on the white surface.

I had already met up with Luxanna on the hallway leading towards the War Quarter. While the tea had no visible effect on her – rather, her bubbly attitude had an effect on me – the sweets did get a most delightful reception. She told me that there were only a handful of champions for an upcoming practice match – though she couldn’t tell me who specifically. Nevertheless, after a little bit of chit-chatting, I bid her good luck and continued my rounds.

I admit, I had a bad feeling – not the usual paranoid feeling I keep reserved for this event. Last year, Wukong figured it would be funny to rig the halls with little phantasmal tricks he must have procured from some two-coin illusionist … While the idea itself kept the spirit of the season high, I was neither prepared nor amused by a swarm of little Nocturne-ghosts appearing out of nowhere. Needless to say, the Monkey King has been … discouraged to help decorating the Institute (I may have influenced that decision) and I have been on the edge during Harrowing Season ever since. But this time ... this time was different. There was something nagging me at the back of my head, though I couldn’t put my finger on it. It sent airy shivers down my spine, as if thousands of insects were skittering down my back – and no matter how much I tried, I could not shake it off.

I snapped out of my current state of mind as I had spotted a lone figure standing in the War Quarters. It was Darius, the Hand of Noxus – he stood straight, despite the heavy armor, holding his axe by the hilt with both his hands, the sharp edge resting on the stone floor. He had his usual expression on his face – a cold, jaded expression that could turn into a wilting scowl any moment. It was easy to tell he was tired, though – you don’t need to be a summoner to see it from his eyes that the day had taken its toll on the General.

As I approached him, the clicking of my heels on the floor had announced my presence, making him turn his attention on me – he looked at me with quite the disdainful look, though it seemed to soften up as he recognized who I was, and that I was coming in peace. I wasn’t sure how to engage in a conversation with him – I deemed it was quite the unwise thing to do to point out that he looked tired. One of the things Darius doesn’t tolerate is weakness – a noxian general has to be ready and prepared at any given time to spill the blood of the enemy. Even though, technically, we are all allies here – thanks to the League’s peace treaties, it wasn’t a good idea to mention that either. I settled for the usual ice-breaker as I finally came close to him to maintain a conversation, curtsying politely. “Good evening, Darius. By all means, help yourself from the tray – would you like me to pour you some tea?”

He let out a grunt and took a pumpkin-pastry from the tray before taking a huge bite out of it – meanwhile, I was struggling to balance the tray on my left palm as I poured a cup of jasmine tea for him. “Has today left a good impression on you, champion? The Council of Equity has introduced quite a spooky flair to the wards for this year’s Harrowing.”

He shrugged. “I’m not impressed by these silly festivals of yours, summoner. I thought the Council would have better things to do than turn wards into dead trees.” Ah, yes – quite the dedicated warrior, that Darius. His focus is always unwavering on the things that matter. I cannot help but feel impressed by his discipline – nevertheless, I kept my tone polite as I smiled. “I can see your point, champion, but it is a tradition that cannot be ignored. Besides, I am quite confident there is also an advantage to this feature. It will make summoners ward more often, no? Less wandering through the darkness and fog of war …”

He scoffed at my remark while accepting the cup of tea I handed him after he finished eating. “Bah. Dangle something new and shiny in front of them and suddenly all summoners realize that wards exist, despite their prolonged existence. Shows how weak-minded some people are.” He continued to scowl as he sipped from his tea.

I chuckled softly – despite the cutting remark, I couldn’t help but agree with him. “While it is true, I for one hope that behind the new trend, summoners will also learn of their usefulness. An educational treat, I believe.”

He nodded curtly as he continued to drink his tea in silence. I averted my gaze, for it seemed quite rude to stare at someone while they are drinking … only to suddenly realize the lights of the room were growing dimmer. The feeling that had been nagging me earlier returned, making me shiver as cold chills ran down my spine. I must have shown signs that I was distressed, for the little tea cup had somehow disappeared from Darius’ hand (he didn’t put it back on the tray), holding his axe with both hands instead.

“Is something wrong, summoner?”

I placed the tray on the floor and slowly walked towards the hallway where not moments ago I came from. “I … don’t know. I can’t exactly place it …”

I took in a sharp intake of breath as I brought my hands to my mouth – on the walls there were thousands of small, black spiders forming a flowing river of bodies as they skittered down the hall and towards the conjuncture that connected the Institute’s different sections. Where they were coming from, I could not tell – it was as if a black hole had somehow opened in the wall and the spiders were continuously pouring out …

Darius stepped alongside me, glowering at the macabre display in front of us. “Another trick of yours?”

I shook my head vehemently. “I doubt it. I would’ve been told otherwise. But this isn’t normal either. And … look at their backs.”

My remark didn’t have an effect on Darius – I guess he wasn’t really interested in learning to tell the differences between species of spiders. After all, for a warrior, a spider is just another type of insect you crush under your boot – why bother knowing how many types of spiders there are?

“It’s a black widow. A bite and a dose of her poison will paralyze her prey, leaving them defenseless after a short time. In a larger dose, it may have fatal effects on a full-grown man. There’s no telling how many there are here, but more than likely enough for the both of us …”

I took a step back, gently tugging at Darius’ cloak as to urge him to do the same. “Something is at work here … something foul. We have to find the rest, then gather at the Heart of the Institute.”

Just when I finished speaking, the lights died out – I conjured a ball of light in my right palm and held it before me, illuminating the corridor before us as we would make our way through. While my main mission was to find everyone and get them to safety, my main concern was Lux – I know she dislikes spiders with a passion and while I am confident enough in her skills to handle whatever it is out there, I can’t help but worry.

Darius walked alongside me, a stern look in his eyes as he held his axe ready in his right hand. His presence emboldened me, though I hope he realized this wasn’t on the Fields of Justice – friendly fire can happen and in my case, it may prove to be quite fatal.

The skittering spiders accompanied us throughout the hall, as if guiding us towards our destination as they weaved themselves above our heads until we reached the chamber where I met Lux. I found myself surprised to find it covered entirely with a fine layer of spider silk, dangling from the ceiling, on the walls … even the floor had a silvery rug of spider silk – it made walking on heels even more difficult.

“Lux?” I began calling out, trying not to let my distress show. “Luxanna!”

I thought I heard a muffled cry before it was drowned out by a loud hiss coming from the ceiling. I was naive enough to raise my hand with the conjured light towards the source so we may see it better. Darius managed to apprehend me in the nook of his axe before a pair of mandibles would have bitten off my hand. The sudden momentum, as well as the alcove of his axe, albeit blunt, painfully pushed against my ribcage, squeezing out the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping for air.

“Fool. Stay down!” Darius muttered before he pushed me (not as gently as I would’ve liked it) to safety and charged the humongous spider that had landed before us. It was as big as the General – and let’s not forget that Darius is bigger than the average man to begin with – with the same color pattern that characterized it as a black widow. As soon as I caught my breath, I managed to shout a warning. “Whatever you do, don’t let its fangs pierce through!”

He let out a grunt as at the same time, the spider attempted to bite at his gauntlet, though he managed to jerk it back violently. I’ll take it as an acknowledgement of my warning. Unaffected by the heat of battle, I looked around myself, noticing that the smaller specimens were gathering at my feet and began creeping up the folds of my robes. I grimaced and with a jet of magical flame, I incinerated them off before they advanced any further, though singing the purple material as well. No matter – I’ll get that replaced.

I sensed something coming towards me from my right and instinctively ducked – and I was grateful for that, because Darius’ axe flew over my head. He decimated three of the spider’s legs in the process, but I let my anger flare out as I stepped out of his range. “Watch out!”

“Be useful or stay down, weakling!”

Now, I generally don’t lose my cool so easily, but I was quite unnerved by the whole situation at hand and … that remark pushed me over the edge. I used my anger as fuel for my spell and conjured a fireball. I managed to scream at Darius to step back before I fired.

The spider’s frame hissed violently as the flame burned its outer chitin in a matter of seconds, leaving no trace of it but a mound of ash. The sparks of the flame had spread out to the surrounding webbing and burned up instantly, consuming the spider silk like a fuse before it died out, thus clearing out the whole room. This was the unrestrained power of a summoner … and of a woman who had developed a sudden case of arachnophobia.

Darius waved off an ember that had floated towards him before he shot a glare at me - he hasn’t seen me cast spells before. Even though he joined the League for a while now, he simply assumed that the rumors of my magical prowess were simply bravado. This display seemed to have changed his mind. I ignored his glare long enough in order to dust myself off before I walked towards him – I was quite worried for him. “Are you alright?”

My little display of magic seems to have put him on the edge, for he stepped back and waved dismissively at me. “I’m fine.”

For a split second, I couldn’t hide the hurt from my expression. I doubt he feared me – that would be a ridiculous notion. Darius is high on my list of fearless men – though I could tell that whatever opinion he had about me had permanently changed. He was the type that did not trust magic entirely, and might have branded me as a possible threat from now on. Of course, I shrugged the thought away by nodding my head before I smiled. “Thank you for saving me earlier – I owe you a debt of gratitude. But I fear we are not done yet. We have to press on, find the rest and reach the Heart of the Institute.”

He nodded in acknowledgement before he looked around the chamber with a searching gaze. I started calling out again. “Lux? Luxanna! Where are you? Can you hear me?” No reply came back as my voice echoed through. I remembered the muffled sound I heard before the spider attacked. Who could have it been? And where did it come from?

“Tybresa!”

I was surprised to hear Darius call me by my name. He used to call me ‘Summoner’ during our conversations, so I always assumed he either forgot or didn’t bother to remember my name …
I ran towards him and saw him trying to grab a dangling cocoon ganging from the ceiling further down the hall. It was the source of the muffled sounds I initially heard, and my heart began to race as I recognized the voice. The champion managed to cut the cocoon loose from the ceiling and I quickly tried to grab it before it crashed on the floor. “Careful! Luxanna is inside.”

I laid it down as gently as I could and began tearing through the webbing – after what seemed an eternity, I saw Lux’s face through several layers of silk and quickly broke the rest of the remaining strands. She gasped out for air several times before she managed to burn off the rest of the cocoon with help of the Lucent Singularity. I helped her up on her feet and embraced her. “Oh, Lux! I was so worried!”

Luxanna smiled despite her short breaths, pale skin and anxious eyes. She tried her best to mask the fear of her experience as best as she could, especially the Noxian general that was looming over us. She could not look weak in front of him. “I’m so glad you managed to find me – I almost suffocated in there!” Darius cut into the conversation. “What happened?” Lux snapped to attention and told us what happened – how the lights gradually died out and she could hear someone laugh before a swarm of spiders had wrapped her into a cocoon.

Darius and I were thinking the same thing, for we asked in unison. “Wait, how did that happen?” Lux’s cheeks started to flush red. “Well, I … kinda doze off and when I woke up, I was halfway wrapped up. There wasn’t much I could do since they already wrapped my hands rightly …”

Darius scoffed loudly and shot him an angry glare -he could’ve gone through the same fate had I not come by. “Never mind, all that matters now is to find the rest and get rid of this … vermin infestation.“ I underlined my statement by squishing a lone spider under my shoe. As a summoner-steward, I have to keep things under control - despite the peace treaty issued by the Council of Equity, there is still tension between rivaling city-states like Demacia and Noxus. The only way we could manage this is if I took command.

“Luxanna.” I called out sharply. ”Who were the other champions?”

“I know we were supposed to be five for training in the Proving Grounds. I’ve seen Taric but I don’t know who the last two are, or which summoners were supposed to summon us.“ I let out a soft sigh – while it’s not much to go by, it’s far more than what I started with. “Very well. We’ll just hope we will find them before the spiders do… come on!”

I saw Lux shudder and clutch tightly to her wand because of her arachnophobia - though, I was glad to see she didn’t lose that, at least. She would have an easier time keeping our surroundings illuminated – her being a light mage and all. We made our way from the War Quarter towards the Main Hall, encountering several spider-web walls obstructing our path. Luckily, they had no chance against Darius – a well-aimed swing and the silken curtain fell out of our way entirely. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit useless, acting as just the guide. Ah, well. We all played our part in this.

The fact that the Institute was somehow overrun by creepy crawlers – on Harrowing, too – wasn’t the most unnerving part. What was more unnerving was that the Great Hall was unchanged, the doors closed shut, the walls sturdy as ever – not a single trace of a breach anywhere.

I exchanged glances with my companions, wordlessly signaled to split up and search the perimeter – ah, the perks of being a summoner. Darius took the left, lifting his axe with both hands, keeping it ready for any eventuality; Lux, on the other hand, threw a scouting Lucent Singularity to the right before she tread carefully behind the row of columns. My only choice was to go straight forward.

I took a deep breath – for courage, you see – and went towards the entrance, holding my hands in front of me and prepared to cast a spell if I had to. So far, so good, I thought – no signs of trouble. I approached the doors and rested my open palms on their surface, trying to scry the magical Nexus Crystal ley lines coursing through. Oddly enough, all the crystals strewn throughout the Institute of War were dormant… the only one brimming loud enough was the one situated at the Heart of the Institute, the League’s seat of power.

Now that I think of it … those streams of spiders I saw were heading there … I flinched panicked. Not because of the revelation of the terrible danger was about to befell the Institute, rather because a loud clang of weapons crashing was heard somewhere within the Hall. I quickly ran towards the source, only to be greeted by a brilliant radiance that would’ve blinded me had I not shielded my eyes. But in that brief glimpse, I recognized the glimmering blue crystals the figure was wearing. It did not take me long to guess what happened exactly. “Darius, back off! It’s Taric!”

He growled and took a step back, letting his axe scrape against the floor as he furiously rubbed his eyes – before us, I saw the Gem Knight kneeling with his shield raised up as he must have deflected the axe’s blows. But I could tell from the grimace strewn on his face that he was in terrible pain … and more distressingly, the great crystal hammer was nowhere to be seen around him.

“Taric!” I cried out as he staggered down, letting the weight of his shield pull him down and fall forward. I grabbed him by the shoulders and tried my best to lay him on his back instead, resting against the closest stone column. I looked around, making sure we were out of harm’s reach. Darius seemed fine, though he was still squinting his eyes – the effects of the dazzle had yet to wear off of him. Luxanna finally made an appearance, having sprinted towards us with a worried expression. With the light she brought, I finally got a good look at Taric – and I wish I would’ve braced myself for that.

I took in a sharp intake of breath, for his expression was contorted in a grave grimace of pain – there were several dozens of small puncture wounds scattered over his face and neck – and no doubt, all over his body. The spiders must have crept underneath his armor – Heavens know how many bites were out of sight’s reach. He was breathing heavily and clenched one of his fists, most likely trying to combat the poison running through the body – I didn’t have much time.

"Hang on, Taric, just hang on! Please!" I whispered reassuringly, though more to myself than to him, as I placed my hands on his temples. I closed my eyes and began channeling magic between us. I was no healer – there was no way I could expunge so much poison with my basic first aid training in so little time. I was a summoner, though – and Taric’s only hope. What I intended to do was to meld my mind with his, taking advantage of the summoner-champion bond – I may not be a master of healing, but I mastered conjuration and the arts of summoning. I wanted to cleanse the poison out of his system and if I wasn’t too drained, dare to cast summoner-heal.

That was much harder to do than say, you can imagine – I didn’t have a Nexus Crystal nearby to tap into, so I had to maintain the connection by my own mental capacities – and also supposed to cast a high-tier summoner spell, too! Now, I need mention that what I did was very dangerous – it could have been fatal, for no human mind could act as a sole magical tether to keep two living beings linked together. Hence why the League uses the Nexus Crystals to power up the summoning ritual. I felt my body get drained rapidly, my blood running cold and my hands numb as I managed to stabilize the magical bond, taking whatever ounce of power I could still muster to cast a cleansing spell …

…. I must have fainted, for my world went cold and dark. When I opened my eyes, I was laying on my back on the stone floor, facing the ceiling with Luxanna towering over me, a worried expression on her face. When she realized I was waking up, she smiled brightly – unintentionally blinding me with her pristine white smile for a moment – and pulled me up to embrace me. I was too weak to do anything, really, so I just let myself be taken around.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright!” She let go of me and turned to shout out, making me wince – it certainly didn’t help with the raging headache I was experiencing.

“Guys! Guys – she’s awake!” I may have been groggy, but I could tell she didn’t mean just Darius by that – it means I succeeded. Heavens, I was so glad I did – I don’t think I could’ve lived with myself if Taric had …

My train of thought had been disturbed as I heard loud, heavy footsteps stomp against the floor towards us. I remember thinking ‘Maker! What is up with men in heavy armor feeling the need to stop around like a herd of cattle?’ It was forceful enough to make the ground tremor slightly, making my brain shake in my skull and my teeth clatter together. It was enough to make me faint again, and I am certain I did, had not someone caught me from behind, a familiar voice softly echoing in my mind.

“Easy now! You must have gone through quite the ordeal to bring me back … I guess it is only fair I return the favor.”

I felt a hand press against my forehead, sending soothing ripples of energy through my mind, easing off the killer headache I was experiencing as well as the effects of dizziness. I finally managed to open my eyes and actually see clearly – Taric’s kind expression was smiling reassuringly at me as he took his hand from my forehead and helped me stand up on my feet again.

I felt renewed, like after a good night’s rest and ready to take on the summoner ritual all over again – an inappropriate thing to do at that time, of course, but you understand what I mean. I was also surprised to see Taric as strong as ever, his sapphire-blue sparkling lively, as if his body wasn’t subject to a triple dose of paralytic poison. His voice rang through melodiously so.“How are you feeling, summoner?”

I couldn’t help myself from not returning his smile with my own as I raised my hand to rest against my forehead. “I … better. Much better … thank you.” I looked around as I really thought through what had happened. I flinched and switched glances between Luxanna and Taric. “Wait, how long was I out?”

Taric answered for me. “Not for long – ten, if not twenty minutes, if I am to judge? You went out cold the moment I woke up from my lethargy, though you didn’t seem to respond to my healing magic. I wasn’t sure whether it was me or …” He shook his head grimly. “But never mind that – it’s good to have you back among the living. I owe you a debt of gratitude, summoner – you saved my life. “ He smiled in quite the bedazzling manner, which made me squint my eyes painfully, lest I would risk getting blinded. Again. What is up with all the shining smiles all of a sudden? Is it the newest fashion or something?

Moving on; I shook my head and looked around - the Hall was drowned in darkness save for Lux’s wand brightly illuminating the area around us and the soft glowing of Taric’s gems embedded in his armor. Though something wasn’t right … and I let that voice out before I even had the chance to think. “Where’s Darius?”

“Err …” Lux hummed out, taken aback by the question. “He was … here, a moment ago?”

A loud, metallic clank was heard from the opposite side – Heavens, what is up with the ‘Dunk first, think after’-policy? That man needs a new hobby. We rushed towards the sound, finding Darius with his axe over his head only to bring it down hard on a black, twitching creature – my best guess it was a spider. And I was right – also glad he cleaved it in two before it managed to get away.

It wasn’t as large as the first one we encountered, but far bigger than it was natural – big enough to be able to drag Taric’s large gem hammer towards the direction of the Institute’s crossroad. And then it hit me – the Heart was in danger! I blurted out anxiously. “We have to hurry, whatever it is these spiders want, it’s at the center of the Institute!”

Darius stomped heavily on the dead remains of the spider before he nodded grimly. Taric rushed to his hammer and picked it up, the weapon’s gemmed edges glowing energetically in the Knight’s hand. Lux was on the case, for she immediately glared at Taric. “Now hold on – weren’t you here the whole time, Taric? How did the enemy break through? Don’t tell me you let them enter through the front door!”

He shook his head. “It wasn’t a matter of opening the entrance – they are spiders, Lux. They silently slid down the ceiling with their spinnerets. Before I even realized it, they already skittered to me and … “ He shuddered, and so did I – Lux let out a small whimper as a response, clutching even tighter to her wand – the thought was quite unbearable. Taric, however, continued speaking. “By your reaction, I guess I shouldn’t say more. But there was one thing – I saw a woman, I think … she looked … peculiar. I couldn’t see her clearly, but I could swear it was a woman’s laughter I heard. Then I remember your general over there trying to kill me, while I was down! Some honor you have …”

He raised his hammer as he glowered at Darius – in return, he raised his axe. It seemed like they were about to jump at each others throats, but I was having none of that. I screamed out quite … fiercely, for I got their attention almost immediately.

“ENOUGH! Don’t you think we have better things to focus on than petty squabbles?! The Institute is in danger, as is all of Valoran! Keep that in mind.”

I let out a sigh and shook my head at them disapprovingly before I looked at Lux. ”You also heard a laughter – it must be the same person.” She only nodded to confirm my suspicion. “Then it’s settled. Let’s go.” All three champions looked at me and nodded in approval as I went forward. Admittedly, I was worried – I only found three of the fine champions, but no trace of the summoners and to top it off: spider invasion. On Harrowing. I swear I was starting to believe Wukong was up to no good again.

We ran as fast as we could to the Heart of the Institute, with me in the lead; I’m not sure if that was a good or a bad thing … Nevertheless, when we arrived, I was startled to find it as peaceful as ever. The Great Nexus Crystal in the center was brimming with magic, glowing a soft blue hue and making my ears ring unpleasantly.

But for all appearances, I knew better than to take the bait – I raised my open palms in front of me, preparing my spells as I slowly stepped forward. My companions took notice of my caution, having raised their guard as well. Truth be told, I felt quite invincible in that moment, accompanied by three of Valoran’s legends. Lux’s globe of light shone brightly, banishing the nearby shadows and giving me hope. Taric’s presence was assuring and emboldening, making me feel unbreakable … and, well. Even though the enemy has been alerted of our presence a long time ago, what with how Darius stomped around, the assurance of his heavy footsteps behind me made me feel … safe. Protected, even. He would watch my back. Ironic, I know, but we were on the same side there.

And so, we approached the Crystal. The blue, almost electrical glow was mesmerizing. I could’ve stared into its core for hours, losing myself in its depths …

… if it weren’t for the for the black little rivulet made of dozens of spiders creeping up across the smooth, gemmed surface. Now, I never use the word ‘hate’, it is such a strong a word. Yet, in that situation, it wouldn’t have been strong enough to describe what I felt against arachnids.
With a flick of my hand, the spiders burned up from magical embers so fast, not even Ziggs could make a fuse light up like that. Even though nothing blew up violently (as one would expect from the Hexplosive Expert), my spell certainly lit up a fuse to another kind of bomb, which was on the point to escalate pretty violently. An unfamiliar yet mesmerizing voice chimed from somewhere above us. “Oh dear. You shouldn’t have done that.”

When we looked up to see the source, I heard someone gasp – I wasn’t sure who, but it may have been Taric… or maybe Darius. Or both, considering what we saw.

A woman was standing – or rather, she was sitting on a spider-weaved ‘throne’ at the top of the crystal. And she was … breathtaking. I almost felt a pang of jealousy looking at her. But it all turned to horror when I squinted my eyes for a better look, and Luxanna raised her wand for the light to reach – what I mistook for a heavy, gothic ornament were actually spider legs – living, twitching spider legs – jutting from her very back. What was once feminine beauty was, in fact, the deadly allure of a spider-woman. And she looked at me with a wilting frown.

I swallowed dryly, for I did not know how to proceed … though, the one who did it for me was Darius, his voice calling out from behind me, making me wince. “Get down from there.” Ah. Our general can be such a tactful man, don’t you agree?

The woman chuckled wickedly. “Why, don’t you know? Only the spider is safe in her web …”
A rumble was heard shaking the very foundation of the Institute – which was /no/ easy task to do, believe me. The Mechanized Menace tried it… It would require a gargantuan something to cause such a tremor. And I wasn’t disappointed.

You thought a fully-feasted Cho’Gath was big? Well, you’re wrong. Because the spider that SOMEHOW descended from the ceiling (I later learned just how much weight a single thread could hold) and landed between us and the woman. Well, he almost landed ON me, but I can always commend Darius’ quick reaction time. I still have a bruise right under my chest where his axe kept apprehending me … Nevertheless, I would always be grateful for him bothering to save me – it was the second time that night. I owed him twice now.

He pulled me further back, scowling as he muttered ‘Fool’ to me – remind me again, how does he have such a big fanbase? Still, I nodded my thanks and did a quick sweep at the surroundings, making sure the rest of the champions were safe – both Lux and Taric stared with mouths agape in front of them. Of course, I turned to look – and I felt my jaw fall open, as well.

Let’s just say, that from that night on, I have certified arachnophobia. The woman’s voice seemed to echo from behind it – I could /swear/ she was mocking us. “Vilemaw here didn’t appreciate you burning his siblings and cousins like that … there is a saying, in the Shadow Isles, one I’m very fond of… Blood for blood.”

I flinched startled – not because a crazy spider lady jut sicced her pet on us, but because a voice shouted out from behind us. “That’s a noxian saying *wheeze* you harlot!” *wheeze*

I turned to look towards the source and … call me insane, but I was relieved to see the Headsman’s Pride. Really. He looked unharmed, as far as I could tell. His steel legs were covered in dangling threads of spider-silk. I would assume that he, too, met with the spinners and by the looks of it … well. It was hard to tell from his disfigured expression, but his aura was tense and filled with red – rage. He was more than … disgruntled by the situation at hand. And he certainly showed it.

I called out to him, grinning happily. “Urgot! Thank the heavens you’re alright!”

“I did not *wheeze* face death to be made *wheeze* a mockery by some *wheeze* pitiful insects!”

Before I even realized what he was doing, Urgot raised one of his limbs, loaded up a canister filled with glowing green liquid … and launched it at the spider’s ‘face’. It hissed violently as it smashed open, the corrosive acid sizzling on its chitin, though it did no real damage other than making it angrier. And the woman’s voice echoed out like claws dragging slowly across a blackboard, a laugh that tore through my skull and dug deeply in my brain.

Whether she intended to throw me off guard, it did not work – rather, it only made me more determined to get past the damned monstronoid and give her a piece of my mind!

I started to form a plan – we could use the creature’s size against it. I had four of the champions of the League, almost a full team. I shouted out orders, my voice so confident and full of authority, it surprised me. To be honest, I was scared – this wasn’t anything I was prepared for. All I could do is hope my usual tactic would work outside the Fields of Justice, as well.

“Urgot, flank it from the left and launch whatever noxian artillery you have!”

“Taric, keep him alive and smash its legs – try to tip it on its back!”

“Luxanna, keep it distracted – don’t let it bite at our carry and support, and don’t let it catch you either!”

“Darius…!”

I turned to look at him, my lips curved into a knowing smile – we exchanged a glance for a moment, as if a joke had passed between us, one that only we would know of. He gripped his axe tightly in his hand and grinned most battle-thirsty as he seemingly awaited my order.

“Dunk at will, General.”

They all nodded in agreement and without further hesitation, charged at the behemoth, which began to turn its body to glare at the half-undead, half-mechanical crab that just engaged on it. Lux did her job effectively, aiming Lucent Singularity on its face, blinding it momentarily before it imploded violently in a blitz. The spider hissed in frustration and shook its head, to no avail.

Urgot already armed and launched second charge of Noxian Corrosive on the spider’s underside, activating his acid hunter’s missile-lock to repeatedly shoot at its soft spot of the chitin and have the harpoon retract back, thanks to its zaunite magnetic system. It was quite fascinating to see it work outside the Rift.

Darius took the right side, swinging his axe the way I saw him do on the Fields of Justice, trying to hit a crippling strike at the spider’s legs while it attempted to step on him and pin him to the ground. He dodged in a skillful, almost mesmerizing manner – I could almost compare him to a dancer, though I doubt he’d take it as a compliment …

And Taric … it was the most gruesome, horrendous and painful display any of the three champions could throw at the spider. Now, you might think that getting maimed by the General or being repeatedly assaulted by zaun-augmented bolts would be worse, but really, the Gem Knight’s blows were more devastating than the two of them combined. The sickening crunch the chitin made with each swing of the gemmed hammer made me cringe … and the spider - how did the woman call it? – Vilemaw’s hissed and shrieked out in pain, furiously shaking as it tried to catch the champion. But Taric moved swiftly, despite the heavy-looking armor and weapon.

As for me? I stood there, watching with bated breath as the battle unfurled before me – never again would I be able to witness such an … unique event. Call me foolish – while the champions were fighting, more than aware that if they would fall, they wouldn’t have a Summoning Platform to respawn at. And I was standing there were with my mouth agape, with a dumbfound expression on my face, instead of making myself useful …

… and yes, looking back on it now, it –was- foolish. Had Darius not anchored me back, I would have been a dead fool. He shouted out for me to move, before one of Vilemaw’s limbs knocked him aside. For some reason … the beast was staring directly at me and opened its mandibles, preparing to shower me with poison. I froze – I didn’t know what to do, how to react. To run, to hide? To put up a barrier? There was so much I could do, but my body refused to react, no matter how much I screamed internally or pleaded, my eyes widened in panic and fear … I had realized then, in my ‘last’ moments, that –I- was the fifth member of the team. I never managed to find the last champion.

I screamed out as something small and … seemingly fuzzy smashed against my side, feeling a pair of hands wrap around my waist as it pushed me out of the venom spray – I felt several droplets spray on my cheek and it burned painfully. My body came back to me when I remembered to breathe and put up my hands before me to break my fall – I landed unceremoniously on my front, but I was quite grateful for the cold, hard floor – I did not want to be showered in deadly spider poison.

A high-pitched voice called out as a small figure shadowed over me. “Are you okay, Miss?”

I recognized it, of course – I should have been grateful, but really, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of messed-up team composition this would’ve been, with the Swift Scout indubitably on the northernmost lane. I looked at Teemo with a dumbfound expression as his question registered to my brain before I nodded frantically. He then straightened his posture, clicked the heels of his boots together and raised a hand to his forehead.

“Captain Teemo on duty!”

Before I could even say anything, he ran swiftly towards the spider, with blow dart in tow as he lined up to shoot one of his blinding darts. I heard steps shuffling behind me as I staggered to my feet and felt a new wave of relief wash over me as I caught glimpse of the five summoners that were scheduled to train this night.

“Thank the Nexus Crystals” I spoke up, my voice still shaking from the recent ordeal I went through. “Are you alright? Where have you been?”

One of them, a silver-ranked summoner who looked like the leader of the team replied. “Lady Steward – we were trapped in the Peace Quarter by some dark magic. Spiders, spiders came over us and webbed Urgot in place. We managed to fend them off by keeping up a barrier … Urgot managed to break free, but ignored us … and …”

I raised an eyebrow, for his hesitation was unnerving. “And?!”

A bronze ranked summoner, shorter and skinnier than the rest, with patched-up glasses and disheveled red hair squeaked out. “Teemo saved us! He put up several shrooms and the spiders all died from the fumes! Whoosh!”

I couldn’t help myself from chuckling at that – I could tell from the embarrassment showed by the rest that it was a most … odd way to be rescued. I lightly patted the bronzeling on his shoulder, which seemed to encourage him. “I’ll assume it was you who intended to summon the Scout? If so, you have my thanks and my gratitude – you may have indirectly saved my life!”

Another shriek from Vilemaw reminded us that the situation was still out of control. I gritted my teeth and turned to face the great spider, shouting out orders to my fellows.

“Summoners, focus on the creature and conjure a tier four binding spell!”

“But, Steward …” the leader objected. “We can’t cast such a powerful spell by ourselves; we’re just silver and bronze …”

“No matter. I will cast the spell myself, but I need all of you to focus on it. I can’t possibly make it powerful enough to subdue something of such massive size. Now – breathe in … and FOCUS!”

I extended my arms before me as I formed a small blue globe – it grew larger and larger until I managed to stabilize it, making it spacey enough to contain a well-fed Cho’Gath. That is where the other summoners efforts pooled together with mine, the sphere becoming large enough to keep Vilemaw contained – albeit uncomfortably within, but that would have been none of my concern. The beast tried to kill me, after all!

Right on time, too – the champions were starting to fall back as the spider’s fury grew deadlier. Luxanna almost got entangled in some webbing and would have become spider-chow had Taric not dazzled it, giving her time to get out of range. Urgot almost got crushed underneath one of the gigantic legs, but he used his Hyper-Kinetic Position Reverser to switch places with Teemo, getting himself to safety. The Scout was swift enough to place a noxious trap right on the spot before he dodged out as the leg smashed on the ground … and mushroom. The way it reacted to that kind of poison… well, it made me realize just how subdued those traps are on the Fields of Justice.

I saw no glimpse of Darius, however, which made me despair – did he get the chance to rise back to his feet after he got swatted off? I couldn’t help but feel guilty … had he focused on the battlefield instead of me … But, I anchored myself back to the situation at hand – the containment sphere was stable enough to materialize and with a scream – I don’t know why I screamed, but it certainly felt appropriate at that time – launched it towards the spider.

The effect was so comical, I had to hold back the urge to laugh. Very, very unprofessional, I know – but you should have seen it. The bubble just … slipped around the spider, encasing it entirely before it shrunk around it – but the powerful magic allowed its contents to diminish as well, making the spider small enough to fit a child’s hand. We all breathed out in relief at the same time – Taric raised his hammer in the air and cheered; Lux began giggling uncontrollably and almost choked Teemo in a hug … and even though he did not show it, Urgot lifted his mechanical claw in the air – a noxian sign of victory.

Not yet, I thought. One was missing.

“DARIUS!” I screamed out, running the place where I last remembered him to be. There was not a trace of him anywhere … how could such a behemoth of a man vanish, without a trace? I feared for the worst.

“There! In the back!” Lux shouted, launching a Lucent Singularity to banish the shadows at the very back of the room where the Nexus’ glow could not reach. As it passed through, I saw two silhouettes – one who was unmistakably Darius. I saw the edge of his axe shine in the light as he swung down at his opponent, but it deftly dodged the blow. It – or rather, she – let out a vicious hiss. Only then did I realize the grotesquely contorted figure, with those spider legs jutting from her back abnormally … it was the woman, the matron of the spiders.

I felt a wave of repulsion wash over me, making me cringe – with a flick of my hand, I entrapped her into a lesser containment sphere before she had the chance to lunge at Darius -… or before the General’s axe would have connected to her body. The weapon glanced harmlessly against the magical field, rebounding in his hand. He shot me a glare, but I ignored him – I wanted answers, I wanted the, now and … I wasn’t sure I could keep the sphere up for long.

“I am going to give you one chance to answer – no lies and no deceit. Who are you and why did you try to besiege the Institute of War, the head quarters of the League of Legends?”

The woman – who now seemed more like a spider – kept on trying to scurry out of the sphere, to no avail. She eventually ceased to claw at the magical field and stared directly at me, a cruel smile spread on her lips. She would laugh softly, almost alluringly, before she spoke out – her answer left me dumbfounded.

“I am Elise, Priestess of the Spider and his queen. Besiege …? Not at all … I simply wanted to make my entrance memorable. Simply put …”

“I want to join the League.”

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The hummingbirds chirped happily at the window, basking in the morning sun’s warmth while I was seated behind my desk, my hands cradling my head. I could barely keep my eyes open and the dozens of papers strewn around, waiting to be read and sign did not help at all.
I let out a groan and leaned back on the chair as I rubbed my eyes, telling myself I just have to keep awake for just a little bit longer … The whole commotion from last night had to be swiftly tended to. The Council immediately asked – no, demanded- for more thorough information about this Spider Queen and her powers, or how did she manage to skitter past the defensive wards of the Institute of War undetected. Not to mention they seemed to take her request seriously …

Another person who indirectly tried to harm or kill me would become a champion … and as a Steward, I would be duty-bound to serve them. How lovely.

A knock was heard at the door, which made me spring immediately to my feet. I was about to call out for the person to enter, but the door already opened, letting in the champion. My eyes widened in surprise, not expecting to see Darius walk in. All the champions that participated last night and valiantly defended the Institute were given several days off, a courtesy from the Council of Equity. And yet, here he was … clad in his armor, the axe never missing from his hand.

He had a bit of trouble squeezing through the door frame, but when he did he walked over to my desk and let his axe rest on the floor as he looked at me. I could tell he was just as tired as I was by the black circles underneath his eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had them as well, but I blinked my eyes to shake off the thoughts and reminded myself of manners.

“Good morning, Darius.” I said politely as I managed a tired smile. “I am surprised to see you here … I take it you couldn’t rest as well, after all that happened last night…?”

He frowned at my words as I realized what I said, but he did not take it as badly as I expected him to. “No.” he said curtly. “I do not ‘take a break’ when they ask me to. I know my limits and this is not even one.”

He let out a grunt as he raised his free hand to reach out to his shoulder guard and seemed to work his fingers underneath the plate. I tilted my head, watching him with a mix of curiosity and perplexity – and just what was he planning to do?

I let out a surprised gasp, however, when he took back his hand to lower it before me, holding a porcelain cup in his palm – it was the one I gave him before the whole incident! It was also the last remainder of the china set, for I have been told the spiders trampled all over the tray, smashing the tea set and eating the treats … The painted red and blue hummingbirds shone brightly against the white background, making me swear they were dancing around … but it must have been my eyes playing tricks on me, or perhaps I was tired enough to imagine things. But the cup’s pristine condition was undeniable.

I brought my hands to hold them before me – a mannerism of mine whenever I am surprised – as I looked at him. “How did you find it?”

He let out a grunt, seeming quite annoyed by my question. “I didn’t. I stored it in my shoulder guard after I drank the tea.” He raised his hand, offering it to me. I quickly reached out to take it, letting my fingers brush against the surface – I had a hard time believing such a fragile little thing did not break or shatter after all it’s been through … if I take the General’s word, it had just survived some nasty blows from Vilemaw himself. I looked at Darius and smiled fondly. “I … thank you.” I held up slightly as I chuckled softly. “Heh – seems it’s the last survivor of its kind … and a reminder of last night."


I bowed my head slightly – neither of us was sure what to say. I was far too tired to be conversational and Darius did not seem to turn around and leave like he usually would whenever his business was done. Instead, he seemed to stare at me intently – I could feel the weight of his gaze bear me down … and somehow, the bruise around my midsection from all the times he apprehended me with his axe seemed to hurt even more. I couldn’t look back at him, for some reason – I chose to focus on the small tea cup cradled in my hands.

Eventually, he did speak out - harshly. “You and it both, summoner. Count yourself lucky for being alive.”

I expected him to mention that, for I smiled weakly and nodded her head. “Indeed. I have you to thank the most, I believe. “

He waved his hand dismissively and slowly turned to face the door. “Don’t believe – know. And know I don’t tolerate cowards … “

His words certainly pierced through, for a cold shiver went down my spine. He certainly knew how to put someone to respect, including Stewards … I almost wished to bury myself in the earth in embarrassment. I did not, expect, however, his parting words when he opened the door.

“I know well enough you’re not one, Tybresa. Forever strong.” And without a single glance thrown back, he left the room. As for myself, I was … dumbfounded. I blinked my eyes several times and even pinched my cheek lightly to make sure I was awake. The small cup in my hands felt real enough … so I must be.

I let out a sigh and went around the desk to walk to the bedroom instead – staying awake would hurt far more than taking a one-hour nap before resuming work. I was still pleasantly surprised to find out Darius kept the tea cup intact … it seemed like an unusual gesture, from someone like him … or perhaps I am simply judging him too harshly. Soldiers and generals are just as much human as anyone else – I have my own father as proof … Would Darius be any different? I raised the cup before me – he went through the trouble to preserve such a fragile little thing throughout the entire night and deliver it to me the next morning. Despite his rough exterior, he seemed to be caring underneath. The fact her bothered to watch over me was more than enough proof.

Looking at it now, I smiled fondly – indeed, I owed him a great debt of gratitude for saving my life… I would have questioned him about it, but I finally understood what he meant. He gave me a second chance to prove myself … While I wasn’t exactly sure what he expected from me, I would be certain to make the best of the opportunity.

But, first … rest sounds good.

100 Theme Challenge Writing - 9. Death

The soft clicking of heels could be heard through the desolate streets of Demacia as a cloaked figure made its way up the hill, seeming intent on reaching the graveyard with slow yet steady steps. The moon was the only guide present, for the unforgiving cold wind had blown out the flickering flames of the lampposts, now devoid of their initial purpose. The gilded graveyard gate seemed to shudder ominously at the touch, almost refusing to open at such an ungodly hour – but after a more insistent push, they parted slowly, creaking and groaning in their hinges. The figure continued its path undisturbed.

Passing amongst the tombstones, it seemed almost like a shade, clad entirely in black – though several slivers of light-colored hair could be seen falling from underneath the hood, the pallid light of the moon made it treacherous to guess correctly. It would haunt the paths almost aimlessly, making sharp, indecisive turns until it finally spotted a landmark that would guide it to its destination – on the hill, there was an open-air mausoleum, with two statuettes and the respective plaques that would give away the identity of those resting there. The figure warily stepped close enough to be able to read the washed-out carvings – the yearly downpour and neglect of the keepers had left but several letters to be made out. “FA-R-ST-R”

The figure would gaze up at the statues – a man and a woman, once carved out in excellent detail and showing them in a proud warrior stance, only to have been chipped off and dulled out by the weather. There were several strands of vines that crept up the pedestal and draped around their feet, but it was withered and frozen, the chills of the season claiming its life. The figure sighed out loudly, the wind seemingly carrying out the sound throughout the graveyard, spreading the death-like chill that pressed heavily all around the city. The cloaked figure, however, did not seem to mind, for it knelt before the memorials and with a steady hand, pulled down her hood, part of her features shadowed by the darkness, the other prominently lighted by the moon’s silvery rays. Her blue eyes seemed to stand out in the entire portrait, the dying glow within overbearing the filter cast by the night.

The woman sighed again and bowed her head; her voice a barely audible whisper against the wind’s shrilling howls. “It has … been too long. Since I … last been here.” She grimaced as if she were in pain, raising her gaze to meet the stony eyes of the statues of the departed. “I have wandered for so long … sought out what I never had and found what I never needed … “ The corners of her mouth twitched upwardly, a smile managing to fight its way across her features. “But despite everything … I do not regret anything … oh no … let my achievements and failings stand – there is no salvation for me, anymore…” Another heavy sigh escaped her lips as she would lean forward, awkwardly lying down on the cold ground, coiling her arms together only for her head to rest comfortably. The woman closed her eyes, uttering between labored breaths.

“There is … only … redemption…”

The break of dawn…

Creaking bones and huffed curses could be now heard as the keepers made their way to their workplace, a shovel slung over their shoulders as a bag of miscellaneous objects was tied to the shaft, clunking together inharmoniously with each step taken. The rooster’s cry could be heard from the distance as the sun lazily poked its head from its cradle. The head keeper’s husky, monotone voice broke the deathly silence. “Nothin’ like work to get the old bones workin’ and remind’cha alive, eh?”

“Rather be sleepin’ next to my wife …” the second grumbled disgruntled.

“Ye’ll be sleeping soon enough – and don’ worry, there’ll be plenty of space for yer wife to join you, too!” the first laughed, waving one hand around the surroundings. “Ye’ll be joinin’ yer mates soon enough, but first … we have to tend them graves up there. Been a while.” He would then point at the hilltop mausoleum. His helper nodded gruffly and seemed to hurry there, leaving the older man to walk at his own stride … until he heard his voice calling out.

“Oi, Benny! There’s a woman ‘ere!”

Finally arriving, Benny saw a woman seemingly lying face-first on the ground before the two statues, her black clothes blown around wildly by the cold gusts of wind. His helper knelt next to her, one hand feeling at her wrist.

“As cold as my mother-in-law’s heart and no sign of breathin’ – she’s dead, Benny.” He said solemnly as he rose up, taking off his hat before he’d wipe his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. “What’ll we do with her?”

The head keeper planted his shovel in the ground and took off his own hat, bowing his head in a moment of silence before he would lean on the shovel’s hilt. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, pondering, before he spoke. “We do what we always do with people, Jerry – bury ‘er next to her folks … like it seems she wanted us to do.”

Jerry took a step back, looking in disgust. “You think it’s her? The traitor?” He spat on the ground. “She don’ deserve no resting place on good demacian soil. She ought be back to the dogs she chose.”

“Don’ speak ill of the dead, lad – else you’ll find yourself with a banshee haunting these grounds. I heard she used to be some powerful summoner-lady back in the League, before she got hitched with the noxian. Two sons – lost both and then the man in the war…” He spat in the ground. “Blasted fightin' … it keeps me workin’ more than I intended …”

“I say we leave her to rot, Benny. I ain’t buryin’ no traitor, banshee be damned.”

“I say you either do what I tell ya or ya’ll be eating grass together with the cows down the meadow. ‘Sides … don’ matter what she chose in the past – she be back home, where she rightfully belongs.”

Jerry frowned, but he reluctantly nodded her head. “… yer too kind and wise for yer own sake, Benny. Mark my words.”

“Yeh, and I’m a bloody fool for still letting you keep yer job. Now shaddap and get working. We have a lady to bury."