"Garen, please take me into your loving arms! I can't live without you! I would love to join you in Demacia."
Everything was silent.
"What, is that what I'm supposed to say to him? Cassiopeia! It's not that simple. I don't even want a romantic interaction with him! It will only spell out trouble."
Cassiopeia laughed, amused by her sister's slightly-blushing face and completely-obvious annoyance.
"I've already asked Her. She touched your feelings from those days you spent together," Cassiopeia winked at her older sister, a flirty look passing through her eyes.
Katarina only responded with a quiet grunt of annoyance.
She was always right. But, Katarina wasn't content. "I will see her myself. I can't believe you went to see Her without me."
"She won't be too excited to see you, sister." Cassiopeia spoke, slithering aside the red-haired mercenary-now-soon-to-be-exile who was her siste, "You know She'll believe it's bad luck."
Katarina didn't quite care - she wanted to see their secret prophesier one last time before being exiled for five years.
The young elite made their way to the secret jail-hold of Noxus, the night sky transitioning into a dark sea. Their short stroll ended once the assassin's feet stopped pointedly infront of a large door.
The two had walked in the dark, pitifully alone, for much of the trek, yet on each side of this door there sat not only large, brightly lit torches, but three guards on each side of the door. As the two approached, one guard of the six began hitting his fellows upon their armor, the clanking and action itself waking them instantly.
As the royal sisters waited patiently for the guards to appoint themselves, the watcher of the six stood readily, staring straight ahead at the sisters, yet past them entirely to not disrespect them.
Katarina let a little smirk slip onto her lips as the rest followed his lead, their armor clanking and chests suddenly stuck out in their efforts to look stronger.
"We'd like to see a prisoner," Katarina started, "Our favorite prisoner," Cassiopeia ended.
One guard spoke strongly, his voice loud enough to echo, if there was anything for it to echo off of, "It is our pleasure to serve the royalty that is the DuCoteau family."
Katarina felt her eyebrow twitch with annoyance. He was wasting their time with his "thankfulness".
"Open the door." Katarina demanded, causing the guards to start and open the door frantically, as fast as they could.
The sisters ignored the efforts of the guards and walked through into the secluded jail.
The door closed with muted sounds behind them, leaving the two in a dimly-lit room, barely two yards across and two yards wide. Though the room appeared to have nothing but cobwebs and torches, Cassiopeia strolled across it and tapped her clawed-finger swiftly upon one of the bricks which made up the wall, causing a slight rumble of the room and then the sudden appearance of a trap door in the middle, beckoning curiously to be explored.
Katarina began down the trapdoor, a ladder reaching through the ground into absolute darkness. Confidently, the older sister of the DuCoteaus jumped, landing expertly at the foot of the ladder, nearly 100 feet down. She called to her sister, forgetting her new form, "I'll see you there!"
An irritated grunt responded and the assassin began her walk towards the single cell, through an alleyway which reached into a dim light.
The only sounds around the assassin being her footsteps and those of wild rats, the alleyway had a very eerie feel to it. However, Katarina was used to it. She'd found the place, with her sister, at a very young age. The two explored the secluded jail to their hearts content, and were even more intrigued when they found what waited for them, at the far end of the hallway and the small cell, always waiting there, with only a single chair in the middle, fallen to it's side.
Katarina approached confidently and her eyes glanced around the cell, looking into it for a trace of her oldest ally. "You're safe, Prophetus."
A figure emerged from its shroud in the shadows. It stood a good two feet under Katarina as it made its way closer, with bright but waxed eyes which stared past everything. The figure didn't seem unaware, however. It's clawed fingerts wrapped themselves around bars of the cell and a child-like face stared curiously into that of the assassin.
Katarina smiled kindly, though the child wouldn't be able to see her. Prophetus wore only a sweater, out of the thickest and blackest fur of a single bear. Her skin was nearly as black - reaching a close tone, but not completely.
The young girl was nearly naked when Katarina and her sister had first come across her. She wore only enough cloth to cover what need be covered. The girls all appeared the same age when they met. Katarina and Cassiopeia, excited to have a friend that wasn't completely boring, would do anything for her. Their first mission, prompted by Cassiopeia, was to find the girl some clothes. And they did. The two killed a bear, skinned it, and made the girl the warmest sweater they could imagine. As they continued to visit, it was what she continued to wear. Anyone who tried to question why the prisoner had such appearance, rather than rags, was immediately shushed, by the rumor the Noxian sisters had made it for the girl and it would be extremely rude to take it off the child. They may even be killed themselves for such an offense.
Though the sisters grew, the prisoner did not. Katarina grew up with those waxed blue eyes staring through her and her sister, yet answering any and all questions they had.
"Sister," the blue-eyed child started, "you are to be exiled tomorrow. This is a regrettable path..."
Katarina nodded and sat down on her side of the cell, crossing her legs as she looked slightly up at the child. Though she was blind, her head followed the assassin downward. "Why do you visit me, sister?"
Though it took a while, Katarina responded, "I wanted to hear for myself, what you told my sister."
Prophetus tilted her head, curiously. "Your feelings of Garen Crownguard."
"Yes."
"You wish to be reunited with him, but not under our conditions. A part of you... wishes for some clarity. Is it just the way of a Demacian, or was he being a biased level of kind to you?"
Katarina listened, feeling free to show the confusion and upset on her face. As Prophetus told her her own feelings, Katarina only became more accepting of them.
"What is the answer to that, Prophetus?"
"I have never touched this man, Sister. I can't tell you what he thinks or feels."
"You're from Demacia, Prophetus..."
"And I have been here since before even he was born, Katarina. I cannot answer your questions to people I have not touched."
Katarina sighed. Though any other person would have made her angry with such use of her name and the lash back at her, Prophetus got by. There stood a long silence between the two.
"What do I feel, Prophetus?"
Prophetus smiled lightly, as if happy that she asked.
"You were more than kind to Garen Crownguard..."
Katarina sighed. She had been a bit lenient with him, but more than kind?
"Prophetus, that's not-"
"You love Garen Crownguard. You always will."
