❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 ❜ ━━ (arcane)

𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

                 ╰┈➤ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞: aviva

❝𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃!❞

A glass sailed past Greyson's, shattering against the wall behind her. She observed with a mixture of pity and detachment as the young woman before him unraveled, trembling fingers clawing desperately at her own rich, ebony skin until crimson trails began to mar its surface. Tears streaked her face, her sobs raw and unrestrained, filling the air with a haunting, desperate melody that Greyson listened to in silence. "I want my Aviva back. I want her back Greyson and I want their heads on a spick! Make an example of them!" She cried.

This was a situation the Council had never faced before. It wasn't that they lacked compassion for the Kamis' —they did, truly. The Kamis' were, after all, one of their own. One of the wealthiest clans in Piltover. But the wrong move could place Aviva Kami in grave peril, a risk the Council could not afford to take. Caution wove through their every thought, for they understood that only the utmost care could shield Aviva from harm.

After all, as much as the people of the Undercity despised Piltover, none had ever dared to go so far as to kidnap the daughter of a noble. Sage Kami let out a piercing scream, clutching at her white locks, pulling as if to tear them free. Her husband placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, his eyes deep and shadowed, bearing the weight of sleepless nights and unspoken fears. "Greyson." He started, his voice strained. "You of anyone know we can't just let this pass. If the barbarians who stole her keep her too long they'll believe that they have something over us. We must retrieve her and dispose of them. Please." He casted a wary eye over his wife, her sobs as heavy as her chest. "She's our only daughter."

Greyson watched the couple in pity. She nodded her head. "Draco. Sage. I can assure you, we will send as many enforcers as we can to retrieve Aviva. We don't know what they want with her but we will make sure they don't achieve whatever it is. They will not make a fool of Piltover or your family."

"That is a promise I can make you."

❝𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇?❞

Conan asked his partner, sprawled atop his desk. "Is there really such a thing as too much for these people? Three million, at the very least." 

"Three million?" Johynthan replied, deadpan. "Are you sure this brat's worth that much?" Conan sat up abruptly, his gaze shifting to the toddler who lay asleep on the bed, and leveled his gun in her direction. 

"This isn't just any Piltover kid," Johynthan reminded him, leaning forward with a slight smirk. "Her parents are council members. If they care about her half as much as they care about their status, they'll have enforcers tearing up neighborhoods to find her." 

"Fine," Conan said, clearing his throat as he read from the note he was drafting. "How's this: If you want to see .... again, bring three million gold pieces to the tavern." He looked up, brows raised. 

Johynthan just shook his head, unimpressed. "A great plan, Conan. Except—how are we gonna hold her for ransom when we don't even know her name?" 

"We could ask her?" Johynthan rolled his eyes. "The thing looks maybe two years old, at best. I doubt she even knows her own name." He sighed, pushing himself up from his chair and crossing the room toward the bed where the child lay. He reached out a hand, moving slowly.

"Wait!" Conan hissed. Johynthan stopped mid-step, exasperation clear in his voice. "What is it now?"
"Just... don't wake her. It took forever to get her to sleep. She wouldn't stop crying after we left the sewers." Johynthan's face twisted in annoyance. "Then tell me, how exactly do you suggest we do this?"
Conan glanced at the baby, her cheeks as plush as her soft, mauve lips, her silky white hair spilling onto the pillow in stark contrast to her deep, dark skin. This kid would make them rich.  "Check her necklace. I thought about taking it from her earlier, but she bit me. Pretty sure I saw an engraving on it."

Johynthan let out an exasperated sigh, reaching carefully toward the sleeping child. His thumb brushed over the brilliant gemstone on her pendant before he flipped it, revealing the delicate engraving on the back of the gold plate. "Aviva," he muttered under his breath.

If you want to see Aviva again, bring three million gold to the alleyway of the tavern.  Come Alone.

LOVE SPEAKS!

while I wouldn't put it above them, I know they don't typically publically execute Zaun citizens but I just got finished reading my Hunger Games book, Arcade, so that I could continue it and that's definitely something the Capitol would do. Aviva's "backstory" I suppose is longer than I can put into a prologue so there will be an introduction chapter that will be much longer wrapping it up. And possibly the first official chapter as well but I promise the second one will be during the current timeline.

Vote and comment I love to hear from you guys. (Also I finally got the app and saw how odd my format is for none computer users but I won't be going back to fix any of my old books sorry.)