Could? Cold. It was cold, encased in an icy tomb, she struggled.
Lines and lies, she tried to think, but the thoughts were slipping like spirits dancing under the moon. She remembered she had hands but they clenched slow and cumbersome, like they were hers only in memory. She was a ghost searching for a reflection; hers, or perhaps that glimpse of dazzling silver.
“–malized, lifelines stable–”
Something clicked, then many things clicked and she was breathing. In, out, methodical and unusual, she controlled neither pace nor strength and she was alive; lost, but alive.
“PROJECT: Leona is a-go, sir.”
Colors and visuals flickered to life, her eyelashes lifting from her cheeks as a sharp inhale echoed where a gust of air hit the ventilation, the sounds distorted and undeniable. She blinked, her eyes were dry and hooded; her vision was awash with oranges and reds, like the sun had touched everything and made it their own.
“Leona, can you understand me?”
“Yes.” Her mouth was dry and so were her words. She could not look past what was in front of her, the tinted images burning into her mind. Words flickered past her like birds, the language of her people an aviary set free. Numbers and letters flipped like envelopes and summoners flitted and fluttered, fussing and fawning. There were others like her, but they were not present, she could hear it by the way they moved their lips silently in the corner.
“Excellent. Here, take a look at this.”
Too soon, but there was no time. No time to ponder on the picture that sprang to life in front of her. A woman in battle, hair like starlight streaming out as a weapon sliced forward. There was something oddly familiar, something Leona could not place. She reached up a hand and placed it on the visor, her armored fingers acting only as a backdrop to the woman shrouded in her eyes.
“Someone who hurt you dearly.” The woman cleared her throat and snuck her own hands over the keypad in front of her. “Fear not, there will be ample time to avenge yourself.” A sharp sigh of air released her from bonds she did not know existed and Leona shrugged her arms free of the tubes holding her at bay. Her armor was smooth, hissing only when she bent her legs to take a single step forward. “Take your weapon.”
Something heavy and unfamiliar was offered and she took it without hesitation, hefting the clunky item in her right hand clumsily at first. It felt wrong, but she had no time to protest, no time to ask for another as her left hand was given another unfamiliar object to heft into the air – a shield of similar material with a glowing core centered where her fingers were folded behind it.
The object hummed and from the core embedded in the hilt shimmered forth a yellow blade, and the recognizable shape of a shield forming too from her other hand. Her weapons… but no, they were not hers. Leona frowned, or at least she felt she did, and she turned to protest as she should have done the first time, but there was no time. The air around curled as the images around her disappeared, and she brought high into open air. She instinctively held her weapons closer to her. A voice buzzed into existence by her ear.
“Welcome to Summoner’s Rift.”
Dusk was approaching and yet the moon knight found herself uneasy. Something was amiss. However, she had no inkling clue as to what it was. Silvery blue eyes would stare up at the darkened sky, warm soothing shades painting the canvass before her. Nothing was different yet she could feel something...
No matter. The Chosen of the Moon stood proudly as she waited for the battle to commence, a hand gripping her weapon firmly while another rested on her hip. Two people were going to enter the field and only one would come out a victor. It might not be a genuine conquest but it would surely send the message she would need throughout Valoran.
And then a familiar light surrounded her, embracing her figure before she would open her eyes to hear the booming echo of a feminine voice.
"Welcome to Summoner's Rift."
Diana wasted no time. She quickly made her way to her designated lane. Here she was to battle with the Chosen of the Sun--alone. She was told by Summoners that they wanted to test out something but their reason did not matter much for the Lunari as the chance to battle with the Radiant dawn was all she needed.
Finally, the moon knight could sense her rival and yet... and yet there was something amiss. What it was, she would unfortunately have to be patient to find out as she waited for her opponent to show herself.
