Sona X Draven Chapter 5

Alright, I liked writing this chapter a lot, but if anyone has problems with it, let me know. Like background and facts sort of problems. I did what digging I could, but I don't believe I stepped on any lore's toes. Enjoy and please comment on how to improve/what was good!

V Sona’s fate was being decided in front of her while she was tied to a tree. The odd spectacle included all five Noxians arguing as loud as possible while Draven and Darius multitasked by fighting at the same time. Draven was currently suspended midair by his larger opponent, but Darius was receiving multiple kicks to the chest. On any other occasion, this would have been very entertaining, but all Sona could feel was the crushing weight of despair. When the fighting calmed down to one at a time talking and the brothers unlocked themselves from the other, a more organized conversation took place. Darius spat a bit of blood off to one side, “I vote we leave her here, tied up. Make her swear to not tell who did this. She’s an Ionian who grew up in Demacia, both have honor and would uphold a promise.” Draven chimed in, “I agree with him. I’m not on board with kidnapping.” Talon interjected “She saw us, we cannot risk being held accountable for acts of terrorism caused by our local genius,” he shot a look at Draven, “Noxus will be attacked by Demacia and may even get support from other nations. You can’t burn down the palace when no war was declared.” Katarina nodded and Urgot made a series of excited clicks. “I will, cuuuurgh interrogate!” Draven defended himself “I only had to torch the hallway to get Kat out! She was spotted daydreaming about Garen! How should I have known the Demacians couldn’t put out the fire and it spread! Besides, no one would know it was us if Darius and captain asshole hadn’t murdered a bunch of guards right in front of her, then shown their faces! We may have screwed up bigger, but you actually got caught.” “Captain asshole?” Talon growled. Darius ignored him, instead taking a step towards his brother trying not to punch him. “No matter whose fault this mess is, we cannot just kidnap a champion of the league! People will look for her, and we are likely targets to blame. They will come, and there is no where we can hide her effectively. Someone will see us bring her in, and loyalty isn’t something Noxus is known for. This will only escalate if we bring her. I say rely on her strong sense of honor!” “And besides, critical thinking skills here kiddies, when does committing a crime actually successfully cover up other ones?” Draven added in a mocking tone, “Arson? Murder? Well a kidnapping will fix everything right up!” He slid his hands to get imaginary dust off of them. “You’re outvoted boys, we take her to Swain, let him decide.” Katarina mused. Darius’ face lightened a bit at the mention of the higher ups making the call. “That I can agree with I suppose.” Talon rose “Then we camp here for the night and head out with the sunset. Demacians will be scanning the roads for anyone suspicious for the next couple of hours anyway.” With the argument concluded preparations for the next day were made swiftly and then watch shifts were assigned, Urgot going first since he hadn’t had to sprint around the city all night. The four Noxians welcomed sleep’s warm embrace eagerly, all but one.

Draven awoke with a start. His heavy breathing shook his entire body, each gust of air passing his lips sent tremors down his spine. He could still hear the screaming in his head. He needed air! Stumbling outside, he shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun. The great red disc was slowly finishing its daily journey to embrace the call to sleep while the moon stood sigil in its stead. Darius sharpened his axe with a flat stone and talked to Sona in low tones. She didn’t seem overly interested. As he drew near he heard the end of a sentence, “… anyway I am truly sorry. I will do what I can.”
Darius met Draven’s gaze, “Final shift eh? I was about to come get you. Why up early?”
Draven deflected the small talk. “Nothing, go to sleep.”
His brother’s face was still hard set, clearly bitter about the events in the city. “Fine asshole, I’ll see you in three hours.” As Darius stood and lumbered past Draven, he noticed the familiar look of fear and anguish hidden behind Draven’s mask of defiance. His grim visage softened as he laid a hand on Draven’s padded shoulder. “The dream again?”
“No…. yea… who cares?” Draven brushed off the hand and leaned on a nearby tree staring out onto the plains.
“You can’t help how they died Draven. Don’t let it haunt you so much. I know it was rough, but that was years ago!”
“Goodnight Darius.”
Darius sighed, there was no reasoning with him. “Alright, I’ll see you in a few.”
Draven waited in silence for nearly twenty minutes.
Sona stared at him, assessing him. Trying to figure out the puzzle of such a seemingly simple man.
Draven caught her staring and asked irritably, “What?”
She tried to move her hands to sign, but couldn’t. They were bound.
Draven rolled his eyes and loosened her bonds then retied it around her mid-section so she could move her hands. She signed thank you then asked why he tried to let her go. Why didn’t he want to kidnap her?
He stayed quiet for a while. Stared out into nothing for a very long time. “I know what people think of me girl, I do. But I am no monster. I kill the evil, the corrupt. Vile worthless creatures that are just as human as the cockroaches that fester in our basements. I am the executioner. Sure once and a while I get a political prisoner or a POW who has served his purpose, but those people are combatants. They knew the stakes and they played the game anyway. Fighting for power or home respectively. The soldiers can die with honor knowing they did what was right. They are the strong.”
Once again the vocal carry of Noxus fell silent. Then in almost a whisper, “I do not like torture, but it has uses. I do not like torturing the innocent, or noncombatants. I do not kill the innocent, it provides no sport or joy. I do not feel bad for killing, but that doesn’t make me a bad person as long as I know they had a shot, they fought, they failed. One man can slay five Noxians for his king, then meet a dire end for it. But you? You got bumped into by a stranger and now you will suffer. I can’t condone that action nor uphold it under order. No one should…. No one should suffer that way.” Draven was having a hard time clearly with this subject. He bit his lower lip hard and his gaze feel to his boots. When he looked up again his eyes were squeezed shut in pain and he bared his teeth. A low groan grew in his throat turning into a roar as he lashed out, punting a rock into the abyss.
A soft hand grasped his arm. Sona signed how did they die?
“Who.” He said, but it wasn’t a question. He knew she pieced it together. When did he get so weak?
Your parents, the hands signed.
The nightmares still haunted him. They had since that night. “There was a fire in Noxus. Black smoke billowed from an arms factory in the lower districts. Darius and I weren’t home, we were out exploring as we used to. We came home to find the fire down the street from our house. Our parents stood coughing among others as the army corralled them to a hospital. We followed as they were put in a separate wing. When I was young I didn’t realize that there were no doctors in this section. No nurses. No medications.” Draven’s hands shook with anger and sadness that had fermented and brewed all these years. “They were sent there to die out of site. The arms factory made our poisoned arrows!” He spat the words like venom.
Sona couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, all thoughts of her situation melted away with the sad tale she was hearing. He continued, “Do you know what it is like to watch your family, your world suffer and wheeze? The life simply draining from them like sap from a tree? Slowly, it fades, but fade it does. My father asked Darius to kill him, but of course he couldn’t! He asked his own son to kill him, the pain was that extreme! He passed in the first day, mother lost strength with his passing. Alone she faded, screams turning to moans, eventually they were more of sighs. She passed that night. Darius and I didn’t move, we sat and stared until morning. Soldiers doing their rounds saw our parents had passed and they shipped us to an orphanage.” Draven sighed, looking actually relieved. “No one should die like that.”
Sona signed she knew it was hard for him.
He sighed again, “Yea, but just telling anyone is relieving. Darius knows about the dream, but we don’t talk about it. I don’t talk to anyone about it. Not a very touchy feely guy.”
Sona signed why me?
“Because, you are a captive audience, and I don’t think what’s happening to you is right, and you caught me at a moment of weakness.” He threw his hands up “To hell with it, while I’m pouring out my soul to a witness and a prisoner, might as well do something else stupid!”
Sona signed what as he stood and approached her.
“Trust my brother to be right: Sona, do you swear on your honor not to tell anyone what I have told you and that whole fire and murder business?”
Sona was shocked, but signed that she would keep his secret if she would be released unharmed. 
“Fine, get out of here.” 
The ropes went slack and she gathered her things quickly before he changed his mind.
“Hey girl.”
She looked back at him, but he wouldn’t meet her gaze at first. Draven looked to the west where the sun was setting. A light breeze wafted him hair and moustache revealing the toothy smile that was famous the world over. “Save some tickets to the next concert tickets to the next concert for your number one fan…”
She smiled slightly and signed slowly, thank you Draven.
“Yea whatever.” He looked away and didn’t look back at her.
Sona left, ducking into the trees on her way back to Demacia. She thought about Draven, how he had saved her and why. She also realized she might never see him again when they learned what he had done…