League of Legends Prompt

I didn't have a short story to upload today, so I went rummaging through my Big Box of Ideas. That's "Internet," for short. As I was seeking advice from Gay Sage, he presented me with a genius idea that only his untapped homosexual super-powers could reveal.

I asked the Gay Sage, "I find myself unable to publish for lack of new content: What doth thou advise?"
The Gay Sage, drawing upon the magicks of the gay agenda, divined this answer.
"Create new content."

He is truly the GabeN (Peace be upon his name) of Gay.

So I decided to turn Monday into a prompt day. I will take prompts for League of Legends and turn them into short stories. The first prompt I got, from Gay Sage himself, was two names.

Divine Intervention

She had never mis-stepped until now. Perhaps it was chance, or a clouded mind. Perhaps it was an act of the gods. She felt her shoulder collide with another champion, and immediately set to work apologizing. She had only just arrived, and already her reputation would be sullied.

“I- I- forgive me. I did not mean to...”

She hadn't seen at first who she had hit. He had seemed to be a wall until she felt him move. And now she was thinking again that he must be. He stood well over her.

Forgetting herself, she made a quick observation.

“Are you also a mage?”

The other champion did not react. He was lost in thought or shock.

"I only ask..." 

Her boldness overshadowed what was appropriate, but she couldn't stop now.

"... because I never thought I would meet someone..."

His nose had already turned down to her, so he barely moved when he filled in, "someone like me?"

His voice boomed as if from a mountain, so the remark did not sound spiteful. It held intelligence and understanding.

"Somone like me," she answered.

"You?"

She nodded, "yes," and extended her hand.

"Soraka. My name is Soraka."

She smiled, beaming starlight into friendship. But the other champion only stared at her hand in response.

"I am Nasus," he finally boomed.
"Forgive me. I do not know your customs."

He watched as she retracted her hand and bent at the waist.

"Well," she admitted, "bowing is a more formal method of introduction."

Nasus nodded, and himself bowed.

"Then I am pleased to formally meet you, Soraka. And yes, I am a mage. Although I do not see how a mage would be lonely here."

"Here" was the Institute of War, now home to the League of Legends. Soraka had barely settled in, and already she was seeing and meeting people from every land. The thought spurred her memory, and she realized that Nasus could very well be an enemy. She corrected her smile.

"That was not what I meant," she hinted. Soraka let her head sway slightly and shifted her feet, emphasizing the spiraled horn jutting from her forehead, and the hooves that had replaced her feet.

Nasus only stared, deep into her eyes, as if searching a book for its meaning.

"What did you mean?"

His voice seemed as deep as his interest in the conversation, and Soraka realized she would not be reaching her room and settling in as quickly as she had hoped.

"I meant that... I was not born... this way..."

Her hooves shuffled uncomfortably. Her arms folded. Nasus only stared.
"Which form do you prefer?"
He had cut to a point she never considered. But Soraka's head shook.
"I had no choice in the matter," she retorted.
Nasus' brow arched as he smiled.
"Who chooses the circumstances of their birth? Who controls the cycle of their life, or the forms they must take?"

Again, Soraka shuffled her hooves, and was ready to defend herself. But the same mentality had cost her humanity once before. She stopped her motions, calmed her mind, and focused on what she knew. He was right.

"I could have controlled this," she pushed. "I just... made a mistake."
"And you learned from it?"
Soraka's chest heaved under something too bitter to be a laugh.
"Yes," she hissed.
"Then the cycle may yet end on your terms," Nasus smiled.

His hand extended to her like that of a god's statue. She blinked at it, then checked his face.
"And I shall be glad to see you through it as a friend," Nasus finished.
Soraka smiled, flattered and glad. But she corrected herself, remembering that she did not yet know his country of origin.

"Where are you from? Noxus? Zaun?"
"I cannot control the circumstances of my birth. Will I be judged by them?"
"Do they influence your allegiances?"
Soraka had finally own a point. She could see it in his eyes. Nasus' hand was still extended while he thought.
"I am not of this world," he finally conceded. "My enemies are any who impose or prevent thought. My allies are Truth and its pursuers."

Soraka considered him. The anubite carried a warrior's muscles and a master's patience, but tempered it all with the discipline of a scholar. Soraka nodded to him, replacing her hooves as she squared her shoulders to his.
"Then our allegiance is as true as your words."
Her hand extended a smile.
He nodded.
"Let it be done."