It was an early winter morning in Ionia, the sun was peaking over the horizon through the dark clouds that tried to keep the sun hidden, a light mist covering the earth below. Syndra was up in her fortress like any other day when she suddenly felt the urge to travel down below and take a morning walk. Being an outcast of her own country, this was the only time she could do such a thing peacefully, or so she thought at the time. After she finished eating her small breakfast, the Dark Sovereign grabbed her warm black and purple coat and walked out of her living quarters and into the open area of her lonely floating piece of land. Making her way towards the edge of her home, she slipped on her coat and floated into the open air, her feet leaving the cold concrete. She began her descent to the ground below her, the light mist swallowing her pale slender body as she made it to earth, levitating just above the dirt path. She took a slow deep breath, taking in the scent of the morning dew and newly bloomed flowers, admiring its beauty and the grandeur of the trees around her.
During her walk, her nose picked up on the scent of blood, her eyes spotting the trail it belonged to not too long afterward. Syndra raised a brow at the sight, her interest slightly peaked, and decided to follow it out of curiosity. With a dark sphere in hand for safety measures, the Sovereign followed the trail, the scent only getting stronger as she neared a clearing. Her lavender eyes followed the remainder of the tail and her lips slowly curled up into a smile as she quickly recognized the woman's red hair and small stature. "Well what do we have here?" She asked with a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "Is this little assassin in need of help?" The mage asked aloud as she moved closer to the woman. Katarina made no sound or movement, she laid there lifelessly, her body bloodied and covered in deep, fresh wounds. A frown formed on the Sovereign's face at the Noxian's lack of acknowledgment and moved closer to the redhead trying to determine if she was even still alive. With a wave of her hand, the smaller woman's body was turned onto it's back, revealing more injuries along her stomach and chest. Syndra's expression softened slightly as she crouched down and pressed her slender fingertips to the side of the others neck so she could check her pulse. It was faint and strained. The Ionian knew she needed help right away. A soft smile formed on her lips as she waved her hand again, using her magic to gently lift the sinister blades body off the ground. "Your luck I found you...any other Ionian would of left you for dead...or better, finish the job themselves." She whispered softly as she used her magic to get rid of the trail of blood before ascending them into the air and making her way back to her castle in the sky.
As soon as they reached the lone floating island the Dark Sovereign resided in all alone, she took Katarina to her bedroom and lied her on the bed carefully. She commanded each of her three spheres, one went and brought her the first aid kit, another brought her some towels, and the third brought her some water. "Thank you." She said with a slight smile before looking at the woman before her. With a sigh Syndra started to work, she wasn't a nurse or a doctor, but she knew she had no other choice. The mage grabbed the scissors out of the first air kit and began cutting the remaining scraps of clothing off of her. For a few moments she stood there looking at the redheads scared, yet beautiful body. It was in the very moment something inside the usually cold-hearted woman sympathized with Katarina, it pained Syndra to see such a beautiful woman's body sullied, just trying to think about the things the other had experienced and endured all these years, made her heart ache. Without realizing it, tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. "Katarina...what on earth has happened to you...?" She asked the unconscious assassin, knowing fully well that there would be no reply.
Syndra bit her lip and shook her head, she didn't have time to think about this right now, or else she'd never get to know the story behind the others scars. With that, the mage went back to work, learning the blood off of the others body. After she got a better idea of what she was dealing with, she moved onto disinfecting every wound, big or small and bandaging them, leaving only the wounds that needed to be stitched. She grabbed a needle and thread and began to stitch up Katarina's sides as best as she could. Finally, after a gruesome hour of hard work, Syndra was done and exhausted. The mage washed her hands in the bucket of water and dried them off before pulling a blanket over the others naked body.
Just as she let out a sigh and let her mind wander, tears started to roll down her cheeks again. The Sovereign's mind kept bringing back images of the others scars that covered the Noxian's body and how it made her heart ache every time. She didn't quite understand what was happening to her. She was always alone. She never cried or felt like she did now. She had never felt the need to help another either. Why was this time so different?
The confused woman stood up slowly and made sure the other was warm and resting well before leaving the room and turning off the light. Quietly, she closed the bedroom door and sank to the floor as she stepped out onto the deck. She stared off into the distance while the tears continued to fall. "Why...am I crying..?" She thought to herself as she brought her hands to her face and wiped the tears from her eyes, yet they continued to fall. "Why...would I...feel like this for another...especially a...Noxian..?" That thought lingered in her thoughts for hours on end, before she knew it the sun had set and the moon was slowly rising.
She sat in the dark silently, dark circles had started to form under her eyes due to the crying and exhaustion. Hours had passed by while she was sitting there in the dark, during that time Katarina still had no woken up and Syndra realized something.Without her realizing it, there had been countless times where she found herself watching the redhead when she spotted her at the institute, only to shrug it off like it was nothing. Even now she still didn't understand, but she was too tried to even begin to try to understand it. Syndra forced herself to stand up and move back inside, walking over to the bed where the assassin was still sound asleep and slumping over on the floor, resting her head on top of the bed and her body leaning up against it.She closed her eyes and tried to rest, but something inside her wouldn't allow the mage to sleep until she knew the other woman was going to wake up. Syndra simply stayed like that, never leaving the others side except to change the others bandages and towel that she kept on her forehead, as well as to get something to eat so she wouldn't pass out. Things continued like this for another day and a half.
