Maven of the Strings: a League fanfic

Maven of the Strings

Every League player knows Sona as the Maven of the Strings. Born with the charisma of Aphrodite herself with long blue-and-gold locks, sapphire eyes, and ruby lips, this mute young woman goes out into the world with her etwahl, a harp made out of mystical wood and thread which sends out powerful notes as to how she will use it, either for combat or for impression. Even the great Jericho Swain hath said himself, "Her melody moves the soul; her silence sunders the body."

For such a beautiful young lady, mystery always surrounds her. Who is this woman, really? Why cannot she speak? How did she come to that Ionian adoption house and who were her true parents? Why does she fly around instead of walk? And finally, why do the strings of her etwahl look as if they were never worn out? Months were spent by some champions and local summoners into finding out the nature of this seemingly secretive and reclusive champion, until that fateful day.

Elise, Draven, Jarvan IV, Master Yi and Sona herself were coming back from a glorious victory in the Rift and looking for a celebratory restaurant to eat before their break from the League.

"And remember folks, the kills were all mine!" Draven said.

"Oh, not exactly all yours!" Jarvan replied, "I did kill a few people as well."

"Do not let your pride blind you, Draven," Yi added, "We all did our part."

"I guess you're right!" the Executioner replied, "But totes to Elise! She was on fire out there!"

"Agreed," Jarvan replied, "Totes!"

"It's all in the items, boys!" the Spider Queen replied, "AP items deal really well with my skills!"

"But of course," Yi replied, "Our credit goes to the Maven herself. In fact, she has received tons of honors, even from her opponents!"

"Indeed!" Jarvan replied, "All it takes is a good warding, and Sona clearly has that skill, along with her most invigorating music!"

"With that," Draven concluded, "we let you pick out the place for tonight. Whaddya say?"

It would be my honor, the Maven signed, Perhaps, I could show you something before we leave. Is it alright?

"Be our guest," Elise replied, "It's your night!"

The Maven led them inside her room, more of a double room in fact. It was a clean spacious room with beige marble walls and fine lighting. In front of the four was a glass window, while on its right was a wardrobe cabinet made out of mahogany. Opposite the window was a queen sized bed with fluffy white pillows resting upon the red duvet and the white mattress below it. Finally, opposite the wardrobe was a doorway leading into another wide room with a window and below this window was a table with DJ equipment above it. Opposite this table was a door which led to the T&B.

Sona placed her etwahl on the table, went to grab only a blue shirt from her wardrobe, and raced for the bathroom. Her hand stuck out, signing for Draven to close the main door, which he did.

...

While the Maven was changing, Elise looked up at the glowing chandelier on the ceiling and saw something thin and transparent glistening above their heads.

"Guys, look up!" she said, and all of them saw the glistening lines.

"These things look familiar," Jarvan added, "Must be the same strings that were in her etwahl."

"But who would have possibly made those?" Draven asked.

"And who would reach way up there just to place it there with such intricacy?" Yi added.