Outcasts (Akali x Female Reader)

Alive

(This chapter is a little short because I'm lazy)

Maybe the gods had favoured you because you had somehow managed to rack up enough strength to haul yourself up (with the help of a tree) and limp your way out of the path of Noxian forces.

Your wobbly, wounded legs carried you to a nearby stream.

Of course, anyone would think the logical decision would be to travel the extra half mile back to the Kinkou order but no. Your masters would probably think you had died with honour on that battlefield but fuck honour. If they didn't think twice about the value of your life why go limping back to them.

They were too strict for your liking anyway...

You thought as you stripped yourself of your kimono and cleaned yourself off in the cool water of the stream. Once all the blood was cleared away you couldn't help but notice the cuts and gashes that littered your body. The most prominent one travelled diagonally from under your chest, all the way to your hip bone. Fantastic, absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.

You reached over to the shore, taking hold of a rock and pulling yourself out of the water with a grunt. Within the span of a few moments, you shuffled back into your kimono and tied the waist ribbon tight to put pressure on the wound underneath.

With a sigh, you were on your way...