His tattoo was on his chest. It appeared at the age of five, and ever since, it has grown into an complicated tapestry of all sorts things on it. One of the more remarkable things were the symbol of Noxus. Another one was the extreme amount of blades & references to Ionian culture. Garen's best friend, Prince Jarven Lightshield The Fourth, has been teasing him about his tattoo for ages.
"Then what if your Soul Mate is Katerina?" J4 asked slyly, curious on Garen's reaction to the suggestion. They started to have the conversation about their tattoos again while on the training grounds for troops of Demacia, out of earshot of everyone training.
Garen gasped slightly at his suggestion as he picked up his claymore with little difficulties, he swung the claymore around as the captain attempted to warm up for the rigorous training he has prepared for the rest of the Dauntless Vanguard. He mused on that thought mildly while nearly taking off the Prince's nose if Jarven wasn't paying attention. 'Could it be though? The Sinister Blade?' The two have only met on a few occasions outside of the Fields of Justice. And even then, they were vying to see who can kill each other faster, but the battles often times resulted in an stalemate, with neither side gaining an edge without external help.
He shook his head slightly, tousling his already messy brown hair into an bigger mess. "No. It can't be. She's an Noxian, and they are vile and disgusting cheating vermin!" Garen scowled fiercly after thinking about his opinion on Noxians.
Jarven frowned slightly "Have you seen her on the Rift? All of her skills are related to blades, except for that shungpo one. And especially her ultimate, The Death Lotus. It does seem to match up, doesn't it?" He reasoned quickly, feeling rather concerned for his best friend.
But the captain of the Dauntless Vanguard wouldn't hear nothing about it. Jarven shrugged at his answer "If you say so Garen. I'm just honestly worried for you, as your friend, you deserve to find true love after serving your country so finely. We won't mention a single word about this to anyone else. Agreed?" Jarven stated calmly. Garen nodded in reply as the Prince went to call for the Demacian Elite. As Garen was walking away to tend to the Vanguard, he spotted Quinn, the newest member of the Elite flying towards the Prince as her flamboyant, rude, blue eagle carried her with little effort. Her bird let her down as soon as Quinn was in front of the Prince. The girl patted her bird affectionately and allowed him to perch on her thickly gloved arm. The Elite member greeted Jarven in an semi formal manner before handing him a few scrolls of parchment paper. Presumably an scouting report. Demacia's wings nodded respectfully at Jarven's response before Garen gave her a final look, calling out for the members of the Dauntless Vanguard.
After his training regimen, Garen dismissed the Vanguard, telling them to get some rest. While the members of the Vanguard rushed towards the shower in hopes of getting cleaned up, Garen made his way to the forest edge. His tattoo troubled him greatly, what if the Prince was right? What if the Great Weaver did intend for his soul mate to be Katerina. As Garen mumbled to himself about these things, he took a deep breath of the fresh forest air. Making his way deeper into the forest, he had discovered a small stream that isn't very far from the training grounds. The stream's water was clear and seems to be tinted slightly blue due to the sky. The water wasn't very deep either and smelt very fresh. Garen treaded towards the stream quietly as he could in bulky armor, deciding to ignore his troubling thoughts first, the Vanguard captain leaned forward and cupped his hands so the water may be filled. Garen drank the fresh stream water that was surprisingly cold, even in summer. The water cleared his head as Garen went to drink more. Once the man has drank his fill, Garen felt that he knew the answer to his dilemma. "Very well... I suppose that I shall contact Miss Katerina Du Couteau at the Institute of War and request an meeting? At least, it would answer my questions about this dumb tattoo..." He mumbled quietly, standing up quickly and making his way out of the quiet, but beautiful forest. The stream, unbeknownst to him, was the stream of answers. It flowed to every single city & state of Valoran. The purpose? That... Is not determined yet...
He sat at his desk in his room at the well established Crownguard Estate. Garen overheard his chirpy sister call out to their parents cheerfully as he heard her footsteps head towards the kitchen. In Garen's rough, calloused hands was a fine blue fountain pen, with gold engravings of the Demacian Crest on it. It was a Snowdown gift from Prince Jarven from a few years back. It was a well crafted piece of writing utility. On his mahogany desk were several sheets of papers related to previous battles & future missions, Garen gave them not even a second look as he pulled out an new sheaf of parchment paper from his drawer.
"How am I suppose to word this thing?" He grumbled to himself with a mild annoyed tone. Garen attempted to draft several versions of a polite meeting letter, but each one sounded off.
An new voice perked into Garen's earshot. "Hiya brother! Whatcha doing?" Lux chirped happily at Garen, peeking in her head in to his study and waving at him.
"Oh- N-nothing!" Garen stammered as he shoved his failed letters into his drawer with haste, nearly breaking his fine desk with the brute strength. Lux's eyes narrowed as she gave her brother a small glare before playfully giggling.
"Oh yeah! Suree its nothingggg- Are you seeing someone?" Lux asked her brother, her expression thoughtful and quiet curious in Garen's eyes. "Don't worry- I won't tell our parents who it is" His sister added on with a second thought, in a much softer tone than before. Garen gave his sister the smallest of shakes, she didn't disappoint him.
"Oh- Alright... I suppose you'll want some alone time..." The Lady Of Luminosity mumbled rather dejectedly, quietly exiting the room at a swift speed, but not before shooting her brother a final, concerned glance.
AN:
Hi there! This is my First fanfiction :3c reviews and ratings are appreciated! You may request me! But please write a decent review first, then a prompt + pair would do for me! Although its not guaranteed that i'll choose your request for the next chapter. Also! I'm going to be seeking for a beta reader/proof reader/editor! PM me if interested! Til next time~
-Vanessa