Earlier in the morning Riven woke up suddenly out of breath. The snowy haired women gasped as she sat up quickly in her bed. For the first time in months she had nightmares. Her second year in the league and it had been nearly as long since she had a nightmare. Before she joined her past always haunted her, she dreaded going to sleep because of the fear that her past would creep up on her once more. "Riven The Butcher" was her name during the Ionian war. At the time she had accepted the name, welcomed it even. She believed what she was doing back then was something completely normal: the strong taking out the weak. This was Noxian way after all, right? She had been raised on that belief, but the very people who instilled that belief in her were the one's who broke it. Her final battle for Noxus was the very one that was sent to wipe out an entire village. The mission was going well until she came across an old women and another in what was probably her younger twenties, both trying to limp their way out of the village. Riven naturally killed the older women on the spot. The younger one on the other hand showed more resistance after seeing the other die. Instead of accepting her death she stared her in the face and threatened her for hear death in Ionian, of course this did not phase Riven, she had a job to do. But instead of striking her down she let her men take care of her. It turned out that the women escaped after killing all of them, she would also find out that the women turned out to be Irelia. This would be one of the first nightmares she would have that night.
The second one was earlier in her career as the Butcher. It was when she was invading another village that held an Ionian elder, she was assigned to kill him. While her army pushed the front lines she found a way through without confrontation to the temple of the elder. Upon meeting him he seemed to be...calm, even when he was approached by the women that would kill her. "I expected you to come here." His voice echoed throughout the room. Riven pulled her hefty sword from it's sheath and held it in an offensive stance. "If you truly did, then it wouldn't just be you here to face me." The fight lasted longer then most, the old man proved to be a worthy adversary, even in his old age. One thing always bothered her, why was it only him there? Why not have at least one guard protecting him in case for such an attack? For years the first dream haunted her, but the second one was something new. She barely even remembered that day, she only remembered the fight and the strength behind the old man. Why would that haunt her now? Was this a sign?
As Riven gained her breath that was lost in her sleep she held the sheet up to her chest. She hated this feeling that she would always get after a night like this. Her day already felt gloomy, and it was only he beginning. As she got up from her bed she stretched freely without and clothing to hinder her. Even though she had nightmares haunting her sleep, she still felt like she had a full night's rest. Sh scanned her room like she did every morning to make sure everything was in place. While it was rather bare it did contain the basics, she wasnt much for materialistic items. She did have a wall dedicated to newspaper articles about her, whether it was vanity or curiosity that made her gather all of those articles she was not sure. For some reason she was proud of that wall, mostly because it was filled with rather positive ones. "Riven no longer the soldier she was!" "Riven - an exile to be proud of." Titles like these put a smile on her face, and she couldn't help but want to collect these things. After getting cleaned Riven pulled on her typical clothing which included her gauntlet and shoulder pad. For a while people wondered why she wouldn't get a new set of armor, the simple answer was "I don't feel worthy yet." She felt like she had to prove something before she could treat herself to something like that. In other words - she had to redeem herself.
After she was dressed Riven grabbed her broken blade and sheathed in in her custom made sheath. This was the only thing she really allowed herself to have, and it was purely because Lux bought it for her. Even with her past the two were decent friends, and it was one of the few times that she felt like she could truly let her hair down, even if it resulted in the blonde always making her try on dresses and stuff. As she made her way down the hallways she noticed how almost nobody was around, not even summoners were bustling about which was odd. For a little while she made her way towards the trade district of the institute. Once she was there she instantly made her way into the bakery that she had spent a lot of time in. "Sinful Succulence" was the name of the bakery. For some reason Morgana enjoyed her company, which was rare because she hated pretty much everyone. "Well it's about time you got here!" The fallen angel exclaimed as Riven walked through the door. "It's been a week since you have been here, I was going to have to track you down if you didn't come by for another week!" The rather brash comment made her grin, which was rare for the gloomy women. "And here I thought you wouldn't miss me." she was instantly given a smack in the forehead from Morgana. "Don't be stupid! You're one of the few people I openly welcome in here."
For the next hour the two caught up with each other. For the most part it was the Angel who talked about the customers that walked in and how much she hated them. Riven on the other hand just listened as her friend went off. After a while Morgana did run out of things to say. "So what else is new?" Riven shrugged deciding to stay quiet but for a brief moment she thought about her nightmares, this was more then enough time for the angel to read her mind and smack her in the forehead again. "You're some kind of stupid you know that!?" Riven looked up to her for a moment and gave her a puzzled look for a mere moment before realizing that angels were able to do that. "You need to stop that shit! It's been a year since you have had nightmares, why would you start now!" The little pep talk made Riven nod, but once again she didn't say anything about it. After some more silence Riven decided to ask about the lack of champions around. "Where is everyone?" She asked genuinely curious. "Some championship in the Twisted Treeline, most of them are watching since nobody really ever pays attention to that area, so it's kind of a treat." Riven raised her eye brows, that was a rarity indeed.
After the two spoke for some more time Riven decided that it was time to leave, she wanted to see this match after all. As she made her way out of the bakery she was burdened with having to accept a basket of some sort of goods that Morgana made for her, normally she wouldnt accept it, but it was normal for the angel to do this for her at least once every couple weeks. Now with a basket in her hands she made her way towards the indoors area of the institute to get to the arena.
((kind of a long start, I know...it wont normally be like this :P)