"You know my match is next. I have to leave" said Garen. "This can't go on anymore..you know that". '"They'll never know" complained Ashe. "Noone even suspects it". "If only that was true, then perhaps this wouldn't be such a problem". "Garen Crownguard" A voice announced on the PA system heard throughout the Demacian square alerting everyone that a Demacian was to fight in the Fields of Justice today. For the short time the League has existed, it has become a spectacle, a gladiator arena for the masses and the Demacian people love it. They loved it more when a champion hailed from their city state, such as the likes of Lux, Fiora, Their crowned prince Jarvan and of course, Garen. "The Might of Demacia" they call him, A paragon of his city state's military and moral code. He walks into the fields with burden clearly portrayed through his expressions. His sword heavy in his hands, he charges a dazed opponent when out of nowhere a Missile of Ice knocks him down, cold and frozen stiff, he lays down in pure shock. As an arrow nearly goes through him again, he is wise enough to dodge and retreat into the bushes. Knowing the arrow came from no other than Ashe's Bow. He feels a strong pull of energy calling him back to the spawning pool. Garen was being recalled.