The Dragon's Descent
Chapter 1 of ?
"Jarvan, how long has it been? How long until you return? Return to your kingdom, where you belong, Jarvan…" Garen was awake in his bed, staring into the ceiling. In a way, it was comforting. A morbid comfort. Garen didn't know the exact time, though the moonlight through his window brightly lit up his otherwise dark room. Lately the thoughts of Jarvan have been pondering throughout his head. Jarvan had left at least 2 years ago with a fleet of Demacia's finest soldiers. Most of the citizens were confused once hearing that the prince was supposedly leaving for no exact reason, but Garen understood what was going on. One sometimes needed to prove strength within themselves to find enlightenment. Garen didn't doubt that Jarvan was dead; In fact he knew he wasn't. As someone of his strength and courage, it would be absurd. But he still felt lonesome and worried nonetheless. They had been through so much together. Garen felt closer to Jarvan than anyone he'd ever met. The prized city of Demacia would patiently wait for his return…
Garen awoke around noon. He didn't usually wake up this late, though he usually didn't have trouble sleeping either. The sun was as bright as ever through his window, and he could faintly hear the voices of Lux and their parents throughout the halls of the house. After sluggishly getting on more appropriate clothing, he walks down stairs to see what all of this talking was about.
"Oh, Garen dear! You'll never believe it..." His mother calls out to him the second she sees him, interrupting whatever Lux was talking about.
"Yes, Ma'am?" He calls out to her, trying to be as formal as he could. The Crownguard family was always distant with their family relationships; It was like a king to a peasant more than a mother to a son.
"The prince himself-" Just hearing the word prince made Garen perk his head up, "He's returned!" She exclaims, a hint of excitement coming out of her tone of voice. Who could blame her? After all this time, the kingdom itself should be giving off a hint of it.
"What? When, and where is he?" Garen stumbles out, already wanting to bullet out of the room.
"We got the news from Lux just a few minutes ago. Lux, could you be a deary and show Garen wherever he is? We'll catch up with you two soon enough," She calls out to Lux, giving a forced smile towards the daughter. Lux smiles brightly towards Garen, signaling him towards the front door she opens.
"No need to be so hasty!" She says in the bubbly tone she always speaks in. Garen doesn't even stop for questions; He simply bolts out the door behind Lux, who's hypocritically running fairly fast herself.
They run throughout the streets of Demacia, seeing all sorts of different faces and salesmen on the edges of the streets. Garen himself can't stop without thinking positively about this great city. Full of hope and justice; How could one not love it? The evil that did lurk in it was harshly punished. Just stealing from someone could result in death. It sounded harsh to the outside world, but it was what had to be done. This city would need to stay pure and gleaming with justice for years to come. This is why Demacia would always rein supreme. The moral values embedded in it was like a stone and a chisel. After a wealthy amount of walking, Lux finally stops at a tall building, The City Hall of Demacia. Four tall enormous columns of white pearl stand in front of the entrance, gleaming brightly against the sun's rays. If one could try to describe justice itself, it would be something similar to this. Lux is taking deep breaths from the run, though much deeper and more intense than Garen's.
"Well, he should...be somewhere...inside this building…" She manages to get out between the breaths.
Inside of the building, lots of soldiers are running in a hurry to to their various jobs. Garen stops one with his hand against their shoulder.
"The prince, where his he?" Garen says in a quick and short tone. He was growing impatient to see Jarvan.
"I believe he's atop the second floor, sir," The soldier says, trying to seem as formal as possible in front of high ranks such as Lux and Garen. Garen returns the soldier back to his position before quickly dashing to the nearest staircase while Lux skips happily behind him. By just approaching the second floor, Garen could hear an all too familiar voice.
"Shh!" Garen quickly spews out, shushing Lux's humming. Garen walks up to the 3rd door at the right, putting his ear against it. Right as he tried to make out the words they were saying, the door opens, Garen almost falling against the opener.
"Oh, Garen?" Jarvan says in confusion. Lux stands on her toes, barely being able to peek behind Garen's shoulder. "Ah, and Lux." Jarvan says with a playful smile. Lux gives out a soft giggle, letting down onto the heels of her feet.
"Jarvan..." Garen manages to get out in a state of awe. He noticed the age that had grown in Jarvan's face, but it was him nonetheless. Jarvan opens his arms for a hug, which Garen happily accepts. Garen felt like crying with joy, though Jarvan would toy him with insults until the day he died if he ever saw Garen cry. After the hug, Garen wipes his right eye a bit.
"Come in, come in," Jarvan says to Lux and Garen, leading them to a couch as Jarvan's visitor leaves the room respectively. The couch was a bright white, which fit the color of the walls in the room. Decorative things like large golden mirrors and a wonderfully bright chandelier filled the room nicely. Nothing less for the City Hall of Demacia. "I was just about to go out and find you two. I suppose fate wanted to rush that a bit."
"It's fantastic to see you again!" Garen says. "I was just thinking about your safety last night!" He lies, not wanting to admit to feeling lonesome without him.
"Hmp, no need my friend. Although only two of my men returned, not a scratch is on me."
"It seems time did quite a few scratches," Garen says jokingly.
"I suppose it did, though unavoidable." Just as the conversation begins to spark, someone enters the room, stopping the chat cold. Everyone looks behind them to see a halfling standing at the doorway with a bored look on her face. Garen jumps off of the couch, reaching for his sword
"Calm down, damn it!" Jarvan yells in an aggressive tone. "She's an ally!"
"An ally?!" Garen yells back. "The hell is wrong with you, Jarvan? It's a halfling!"
Jarvan puts one of his hands against Garen's wist, putting an end to his offensive stance.
"An enemy of our enemy is a friend, Garen." Garen stops at this thought, contemplating it before releasing the tension in his arms.
"Just what is this halfling's name, Jarvan?" Garen says as he sits back down.
"She can speak for herself," Jarvan says, signaling her to sit with him. As she sits beside Jarvan, she finally speaks up.
"Shyvana," She says as she crosses her legs, laying back against the couch in front of Garen and Lux. "The pleasure is mine," she says in a monotone voice, holding out her hand for Garen and Lux to shake, though only Lux shakes it, giving her a cute smile.
"It's fantastic to meet you as well, Shyvana!" Lux says cheerfully. She'd like a damn Noxian if she didn't know it, Garen thinks to himself.
"Shyvana's father was killed by another dragon," Jarvan says, glancing at Shyvana as if to see if it was okay to go in depth about this subject. Shyvana's face didn't change expression, as if to say 'Go on'. "Justice had to take action. I refused to see me and my men stand idol against this situation."
"I was...surprised at the strength your soldiers showed during the fight…I had assumed the dragon would have torn you to shreds, yet you held your ground fairly well..." Shyvana adds on.
"Indeed the fight was difficult, but we outsmarted the beast." Jarvan continues on. "Shyvana accepted my offer to join Demacia and it's forces. I feel like she seeks for justice as well."
"What do you mean, Jarvan? How could a beast has herself seek justice? Dragons are cruel and evil! Filled with destruction and hate!" Garen interrupts.
"Garen, you don't understand. Justice isn't always the damn knight in shinning armor! Sometimes justice is destructive and fearsome...sometimes justice puts the fear inside the heart of the evil. Are you not tired of it being the other way around?" Jarvan stands up from the couch, Shyvana following his lead. "Damn it Garen, I don't have time to argue with you about this; You just need to trust me." Shyvana walks out of the room, Jarvan closely behind her. Right before Jarvan leaves, he gives a small comment. "Just think of it as a secret weapon against the Noxians." Jarvan shuts the door behind him as the final comment rings around Garen's head. Lux stands up from the chair, feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation and how frustrated Garen seems to be getting.
"Ehh...I'll be catching up with Mother and Father," Lux says in a tone to try and lighten up the situation, attempting not to disturb Garen.