Here is my entry. My first time trying to write a fan fiction. This story is about Riven from League of Legends.
This is a fictional story about a female warrior named Riven. Riven was born in the warrior nation known as Noxus. Noxus is an interesting place where race, gender, and blood ties matter little in comparison to strength. Citizens that excel on the battlefield rise to power in this nation. Riven lived with her grandmother, who was also her only living relative. Her father was a soldier who was killed in glorious battle when Riven was still a baby, and her mother died during childbirth. Her only mementos of her father were tales of his heroics, which her grandmother told her, and his great sword. Riven forced herself to master the weight of the great sword in order to wield it, despite it being taller than her. Eventually she became strong enough to swing the sword around without losing too much balance. She felt at ease with the sword in her hands and decided at an early age that she wanted to become a strong warrior like her father. On Riven’s tenth birthday her grandmother suddenly passed away due to an illness. Afterwards Riven was forced to live on the streets with no food or shelter. She felt stealing was against the warrior code and instead chose to hunt and fish for her food. Sadly this is wishful thinking for a child with no prior hunting experience, and inevitably the hunger overpowered her. Despite being on the verge of death she held firm to her convictions and accepted her fate. As she blacked out, her only regret was that she would not have a chance to become the strong warrior she had envisioned for herself.
Riven woke up to the delicious aroma of food when she came to. The gods had decided it was not her time to leave the world just yet. A retired Noxus soldier happened to find her and brought her home to nurse her back to health. Even though Riven was not his child, the soldier decided to take her into his home as if she was one of his own. The soldier lived with his son Valdis who was the same age as Riven. Valdis immediately took a liking to Riven. She was a shiny new toy he could tease and pester. As a result Riven often called Valdis an annoying brat and chased him around. Despite this Riven was pleased that this small family had accepted her so easily. Once Riven regained her strength the first thing she did was to sneak out of the house in order to find her father’s great sword. She found it in the last place she remembered passing out, and quickly returned to the house. Before going inside however she did a few practice swings. She felt more unsteady than usual, which was natural since she had just recovered from imminent death. Little did she know that Valdis was observing. He was impressed that she could wield such a large sword, but her form was bad. Valdis also wished to become a soldier and trained under the guidance of his father. He offered to help show Riven what he knew, and starting from that day the two began training together.
When Valdis and Riven became of age they enlisted to join the Noxus army together. This was the moment Riven had been waiting for all her life. Her vision to become a strong noble warrior like her father was finally coming to fruition. She showed remarkable potential as a soldier right from the start. Her peers were impressed by her ability wield such a huge great sword with such grace—a feat that would be difficult for even the strongest male soldiers. She entered battles without any trace of doubt in her movements. She lacked the hesitation and fear of death that most new soldiers exhibit. After a several battles Riven soon became revered among her peers and became a poster child for the Noxian spirit. Eventually the high command noticed the heroics of this prodigy and recognized her with a present. They gifted her a black stone rune sword forged and enchanted with sorcery. The weapon was impractically large and heavy, and it was both thicker and larger than a kite shield—perfectly suited for Riven. During this time Valdis was also a stand up soldier who was exemplary on the battlefield, but he was out shadowed by Riven. Despite this he was genuinely happy for Riven and cheered on her success.
Some years later both Riven and Valdis were deployed to Ionia as part of a Noxian invasion force. What started out as a war quickly became extermination. The Noxian soldiers were instructed to trail behind new Zaunite war machines, which mowed down the enemy forces. The soldiers were there merely to finish off enemies who were already half dead from the Zaunite wall of death. Riven was at her wits end because this was not a job for a warrior but rather a pig slaughterer. However, her fellow peers and superiors were counting on her to be a ruthless killing machine. So she continued to terminate the remnants of already fractured and beaten enemies with extreme prejudice. As the war raged on Ionia showed that they were not helpless. They too had weapons capable of widespread destruction. However, instead of using war machines, the Ionians chose to use chemical warfare. Thick plumes of poisonous green gas seeped across the battlefield. It did not affect the war machines but the Noxian soldiers dropped like flies. On both sides the amount of death was massive and could only be described as an unspeakably gruesome fate for all of the soldiers involved. Riven, and all the soldiers who remained from her unit, desperately ran from the poison clouds in order to escape. Just then she realized she had lost track of Valdis. Frantically she stopped to look through the clouds, when suddenly a familiar poke jabbed her in the side. It was Valdis who had teased her for slowing them down. Relieved, the two quickly escaped the poison clouds with the others.
Riven, Valdis, and the remainder of their unit ran to higher ground to seek refuge from the poison. They found themselves in a small run down and empty Ionian town. Some of the unit members quickly searched through the town for a water supply since many of the Noxian soldiers were coughing. Others went to go search for food. The homes around them were nearly in ruins so Valdis decided to salvage some nearby wooden scraps to start a fire as night as quickly approaching. Valdis teased Riven for being unable to think about the other necessities in life apart from fighting, but reassured her that he would take care of her. Over the campfire Valdis then asked Riven what she wanted to do after this battle was over. This was not a war but a mass extermination. It had shaken Valdis to the core and he was no longer sure if he still wanted to be a soldier. He joked that being a shoemaker wouldn’t be so bad. Riven only sat in quiet contemplation since being a warrior was everything for her and she wasn’t ready for dream to be shattered just yet. Just then screams are heard in the distance. They quickly find themselves surrounded by a thick purple poison. It was Singed. A high-ranking Ionian soldier, who had a huge poison dispenser contraption strapped to his back. The purple poison cloud moved quicker than the green one from the battlefield. Riven and her unit found themselves overwhelmed.
Miraculously Riven was able to escape the chemical bombardment of Singed. Thanks to her large rune sword she was able to shield herself until she made it safety. However, she was the only one to be so fortunate. Valdis was not as lucky and when he fell, his dying moment was to yell at Riven for hesitating to stop for him. Noxus believed that nobody from that unit survived the terror of Singed that unfortunate evening. Riven was counted amongst the dead. Instead of returning to Noxus she saw it as an opportunity to start anew. The terror she had saw that night, and the way Valdis died, was not how war was supposed to be. This was not the Noxian vision that She, her father, and Valdis believed in. She shattered her sword, severing her ties with the past, and wandered in self-imposed exile. Her quest was to seek atonement and a way to save the pure Noxian vision that was still ingrained into her heart.