Part 1: Revelations
A cool breeze swept across the Summoner's Rift. The trees swayed calmly, the leaves glistening in the morning sun. The slight hum of concentrated magical energy permeated the otherwise serene picture.
Suddenly the calm was pierced by an unearthly scream. Birds darted out of the trees as a deafening crash resounded from within the Rift. Before one of the towers that dotted the cleared expanses of this arena, known as lanes, lay a crumpled mass of flesh and bone. Luxanna Crownguard floated back down, magical energy dancing around her staff as the energy discharge she had just unleashed died down.
"An excellent display Lux", came the reply from her panting teammate. "You do your family proud."
He turned to her, extending her arm and helping to his feet.
"Your presence was quite timely my prince", she said. Jarvan grasped his lance and shook the dirt from his armor from when the enemy had thrown him to the ground. "That should teach that Cho'Gath about overextending alone. He practically handed himself to us on a silver platter." He ran out of lane into the river.
"I'll go see if your brother needs help against that Noxian assassin," he called before disappearing into the brush.
Lux shook some dust from her skirt before blasting the purple minions coming to her with a bolt of light. She thought about how her brother might be doing in his lane. The enemy summoners had picked Katarina against him, an enemy she herself had battled against. She was certain his skill would be enough to defeat her.
A few minutes past and Lux extended her lead against her opponent. The void monster roared in frustration as she zoned him from her own minions. As she continued to slowly poke down at her opponents tower, she heard a rustle in the brush beside her. The ward she had placed had just died out. She warily readied a binding spell.
"Jarvan?"
In response a flash of steel came flying out of the brush. Lux stifled a cry as the knife dug deep into her shoulder and she threw the binding into the brush blindly. Suddenly in blur she was knocked to the ground by a knee to her face.
"Well, well", the mocking figure over her drew her blades slowly, her red hair waving in the breeze. "Looks I caught you unawares Demacian."
Katarina smirked as she entered a perfect combat stance. Lux grasped her wand and threw a ball of light at her opponent. The Noxian master assassin deftly dodged to the side and let loose a flurry of daggers at the downed sorceress. Throwing a shield around herself, Lux jumped up and ran towards her tower, Katarina in hot pursuit. Throwing another binding behind her she sprinted across the lane.
Then with a cry she saw an armored figure race out of the brush at her pursuer. Garen raised his blade and somersaulted at the surprised assassin, his sword cleaving through her outstretched blades. Seeing her chance, Lux gathered her energy and threw another ball of light at the wounded Noxian. Staggered, Katarina attempted to escape, but Garen slammed his sword into the ground, and summoning his strength called down a mighty blade from the heavens, killing the assassin where she stood.
Sighing, Lux collapsed onto the ground.
"Are you alright sister?" Garen asked rushing to her side.
"I'm still alive if that's what you are asking brother", she replied smiling. "Nothing some time at the fountain won't fix."
He helped her up, and as Jarvan and their bottom lane appeared they made short work of the enemy's tower.
After the match, a decisive for their side, she met up with her brother in the summoning chamber.
"A great match brother", she said. She poked his armor with her wand, "Though you could do with some fewer of Morgana's pastries, this suit is really starting to fill out." Garen blushed furiously, his love for the sultry angel's cooking was well known among the other champions.
"Maybe next time we won't be so rudely interrupted Luxanna", a sultry voice came from the open door of the summoning chamber. Katarina stood in the doorway, her hands crossed around her chest. She smirked at Lux, her eyes boring into the young sorceress like cold daggers.
"We Demacians stand together Du Couteau, maybe next time you will do well to remember that", her brothers arm clasped around her shoulder, his sword clanging as he thrust it against the marble floor. The Noxian noble shrugged and turned away from them, her hips swaying seductively as she left.
"Do not let that Noxian's words cut too deep sister", Garen's rough voice broke the silence.
Lux glanced down to avoid his gaze. She hated being treated like a child, hated having to be protected all the time. She packed up her things and left for her chambers.
Lux stared at the spinning ball she had created, hovering lazily above her. The dazzling light it shone out cast intricate patterns on the gilded walls of the vast bedroom. With a pop she extinguished it, slowly stretching her aching limbs. She sprang up from the bed, and, after taking a quick check in the mirror to make sure her appearance was acceptable, she exited her chambers for a nightly stroll.
Moving through the now empty corridors of the champions chambers, Lux slowly made her way to the League's vast gardens. A pungent aroma filled the air, the smell of flowers of all shapes and sizes washed over her as she walked. This was one of the few times Lux could feel truly at peace. Life at the League was not what she had expected. Political discussions, appearances she had to make at summits, balls, concerts... Lux shook her head, focusing on the sounds of the night, the soft feel of the wind on her skin.
Lux suddenly heard a voice coming over the cool air. It was barely audible, although she could swear it was woman. Lux slowly made her way towards it. A second voice soon joined it, a man's this time, coming from some bushes not too far ahead. Lux had always been the curious sort, so crouching down she quietly approached the thicket.
"I never took myself for the peeping tom", Lux whispered to herself, carefully parting bush in front of her, "but a little peek never hurt..."
The leaves parted to reveal a small fountain sitting idly between a pair of stone benches, water flowing over engraved rocks of great battles the League had participated in. A pair was languishing on one of benches, their arms enveloped around each other, both in a state of blissful ignorance to the young girl watching them. As they caressed each other with kisses, Lux felt something familiar about them. Then, as the man raised his head from the prone woman beneath him she saw it.
Lux stifled a shocked gasp as she recognized her brothers face, and below him the face of Katarina Du Couteau. In horror, she watched as her brother slowly unfastened the clasps holding Katarina's bountiful bosom, burying his face into her chest. A soft moan escaped her lips, her eyes gleaming with lust as the Demacian fondled her breasts. Lux tried to look away, but she was transfixed by what she was seeing. Her eyes widened as Garen moved his hand beneath the assassin's tight pants, her hips raising in response to his touch. The two kissed passionately, tongue's intertwining as they stripped each other of their concealing garments.
"My my, what do we have here?" Katarina broke their embrace as her hands wrapped around Garen's exposed member.
"Were you that happy to see me today on the battlefield loverboy?" Garen moaned as her deft hands worked on his rock hard manhood, his face contorting in ecstasy. Lux's eyes were inexorably drawn to her brothers massive erection, and she gasped audibly as he ripped open Katarina's pants and tore at the silken undergarments beneath. The master assassin, so cold and precise on the field, let out a loud moan as he sunk into her, nails biting into his muscular back. Their bodies undulated upon the hot stone bench, the sound of their love-making carrying over the night air.
Lux felt tears well up in her eyes, and she sprang up from her position at the bush and bolted back to the lodge. She reached the door, her chest heaving and tears running down her cheeks. Throwing the door open she ran to her chamber and buried herself into the bed's soft sheets. Finally alone again, she tried to think about what she had just seen. Her mind reeled at the memory of it, and she found herself pleading it to have been a bad dream of some sort. Her own brother, the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard of Demacia, together with the daughter of one the most dangerous and powerful Noxian noble families. It was unthinkable.
She had to leave, she had to get away somewhere. Lux knew there was no way she could face her brother in the morning, no way she could look him in the eye after what had just happened. Packing her wand and some clothes into a bag, she left the chambers and made her way to Ministry's gates.