[Disclaimer: This is a fan based fanfiction. I OWN NOTHING. These characters and places are owned by Riot]

I was pretty dissatisfied with my two previous works. They were decent, but I felt like I didn't quite hit the pitch I wanted. Out of respect for the readers who liked them, I won't be rewriting them but instead be writing a sequel, where I'll try exploring another style of writing. Reviews are welcome as always.

Chapter 1: Glacial Prison

The prisons of Demacia were definitely one of the most brutal and harshest of Valoran. The Demacians were known to be extremely cruel in their punishments, and their prisons were apparently a testament to that. The prison cell was barely able to confine the large prisoner that sat inside it. The prison was full of dirt and smelled of rat piss, but the prisoner paid no mind to any of that. Nor did she mind the numerous injuries she had sustained throughout the past few days. Nay, the powerfully built, blizzard-white haired woman had gone through a lot worse than that during her time trying to survive in Freljord, a cold, unforgiving land where the weak would perish without a second thought. Freljord was lost, however, and now the rightful Queen of the Freljord could not do anything to save it. Not from within this tiny cell.

The prison doors opened, letting some light shine onto the poorly lit prison. It was said that being in darkness made people feel powerless. Demacians seemed to believe in that logic. Whether it worked or not was subject to speculation. A young woman stepped through the doors, carrying with her a tray of food. It was not much, merely rice and beans that hardly filled up the small bowl they were in, along with a little cup of water. The woman was rosy skinned, wore lightweight armour and sported magenta-coloured hair. She took a few steps further inside before closing the doors behind her.

" The food's here. " the magenta-haired woman informed.

" Leave it here and be gone. " the Freljordian ordered.

The young woman gingerly placed the plate into the small cell, careful not to spill any of the contents. Instead of leaving, however, the woman turned to look at the prisoner.

" Sejuani… "

" I have nothing to say to you, Quinn. Now leave. "

The two women knew each other. They had been friends until recently. More than friends, in fact, though that time was short-lived and felt like a lifetime ago. One could say it never happened. So much had changed in the short time they had been apart, and it seemed that only one of them was interested in patching things up, though that seemed unlikely given their current state. One woman was a stuck in a Demacian prison while the other was a Demacian official, presumably responsible for the former's predicament.

" I know you're frustrated, but- "

" Losing my country, my people, and my trust in you has me more than frustrated, Quinn. Now leave before I tear your flesh and shatter your bones. " Sejuani threatened. She was not in the mood to talk. Not now. Not to Quinn. A few weeks ago, she would have leapt at a chance like this, but not this time. Nay, she merely wanted to hurt someone. Badly.

Quinn bit her lip. The Sejuani she had come to know was no longer there. What once was a proud, smart, strong and caring woman was now full of hate and spite. Not without reason, of course. Losing a country and its people would do no less to a person. Quinn had no idea how that would feel, though. She had the luxury of avoiding such heavy burdens on her shoulders. Perhaps that was why she did it to others, as she was oblivious to the consequences.

" I just need you to know that Demacia has the fairest judicial system of Valoran. No matter what happened in the past, Demacia still holds true to those values. " Quinn assured. She believed in her country's ideals. It was pure of evil in any form. Demacians took it upon themselves to right the wrongs of the world. They were the knights of justice.

" You're smarter than that, Quinn. " Sejuani spat. " But I think we both have been stupid for a while. I was foolish enough to have trusted you. And you are foolish if you continue to believe in your country despite all this. "

Sejuani was baffled by how Quinn blindly followed Demacia. She had thought that a woman who understood her philosophy of strength and hardships would have seen past the lies Demacia told its people. The holy justice Demacia claimed to strive for? It was no more than a lie. When Quinn had first read to Sejuani of the Measured Tread's instructions to destroy evil no matter where it lay, Sejuani had thought that it was a mere cover for snatching up power from wherever they claimed to have 'injustice'. But Sejuani had believed in Quinn. The falconer was as dead set in her beliefs as Sejuani did. She wanted to trust Quinn, but as it appears, she had made the wrong choice. And now Freljord had suffered from it.

Quinn didn't reply. What happened back at Freljord was a complete shock to her, as well. But she knew what Demacia was. What it stood for. They were not a kingdom that would do such things for no reason. There had to be reason. Or perhaps a misunderstanding. Anything that would explain why the King ordered what he did. Whatever that reason may be, she knew it was not for an evil of any kind. Soon, it will all be clear, and Sejuani would know that she was right in trusting Demacia. In Demacia's Wings.

Sejuani could tell what the other woman was thinking. " Justify it however you wish. But there is only one truth. Freljord has fallen once more. And Demacia has once again delivered their lies of justice to us all. "

Quinn's blood boiled.

" Demacia has never fallen. Never had a rebellion. Never a dispute of power. " Quinn remarked. "Quite a nice change from Freljord, I'd say. "

Quinn knew what she was saying was horrible, but Sejuani was insulting her country, and in turn, her honour as a knight. She could not deny that she was offended. She would defend her country with her life, and she would not accept any insults made towards it. Not even from Sejuani. Sejuani may be wise, but the loss of her country has most likely made her think irrationally. In time, she would understand.

Sejuani said nothing. At this point, any insult she made towards Demacia would only make Quinn defend it more vehemently. It would drive Quinn to further justify it rather than open her eyes. Instead of Demacia, she directed the anger towards herself.

" That day when you left…..I should have killed you. " she said bitterly.

Quinn gulped. She could feel the malice in her words piercing her heart. That day, they had shared a kiss. Quinn had never felt anything of the sort. She was ecstatic that it happened, but now Sejuani regretted it. She regretted it deeply. She wished that she had killed instead of kissed. That was painful. Compared to the blow to her honour as a Demacian knight, this was much more painful. Quinn couldn't think of anything as a reply. Instead she retreated.

" The Council will conduct your trial tomorrow. "

" I know what they're going to do to me, Quinn. "

" Then eat." Quinn said as she made for the door. " You'll need it. "

A/N: So that's the first chapter. I know it feels pretty dark and short, but I like I said, I'm trying out a new angle. I hope it seems interesting and hopefully not too unpleasant. I'd write the next chapter right now, but I wanted some thoughts on this first, if there is any. I'll give it a few days, I suppose. Until then, thanks for taking the time to read.