Hello Everyone! First story is a go! I don't know if you read my info but I am going to be doing almost exclusively League of Legends FanFiction. I am going to try to stick to lore, but I also give myself some creative license. I am SUPER excited for feedback and let me know if there are any specific stories/ people you want me to write about. I am going to start with a Garen/Kat because Katarina holds a special place in my heart as my first main and I was SLIGHTLY obsesed with their story. ONLY SLIGHTLY, I SWEAR! I also am human, and I will make spelling and grammar mistakes, I do apologize. I try to proof read these a lot before I post. I REALLY hope you guys like this. Keep it Classy!
Battle bored Katarina.
She found stealth and wits far more entertaining then brute strength and tactics. She found it much harder to enjoy the thrill that a kill gives you when you have to fight for your life at the same time. Plus, it was dirty.
She sat in the commanders tent with her legs over the arm of her chair, tossing a knife like a ball and blowing her crimson bangs out of her face. The sounds of gruff men discussing battle plans was almost enough to put her to sleep.
"They have the high ground! We need to pull our troops back to the river! There is more coverage there and we stand a fairer chance!" A younger looking man with slick black hair insisted, pointing at the map that was laid out before them.
"And leave our men pinned? I do not agree Colonel Ragnark. We must try to flank them and crush them with our superior numbers," Said the Lieutenant, a slightly older man with salt and pepper hair and a thick mustache.
"When have our numbers made a difference?! With the Might of Demacia and his sister out there, we stand no chance!" Yelled another colonel, Callahaun, Katarina thought, as he slammed his fist on the table. The mention of the infamous Demacians peeked her interest. That and the drone of the men made her mind beg to be anywhere else.
The knife she was using to entertain herself implanted itself into the map with a flick of her wrist. "I will deal with the Crownguard brats, move your men to that position, and we will deal with the Royal Vanguard when they follow," she said.
The General, General Kovacz, looked at her with level eyes. "You cannot kill another member of the League, Du Couteau. You know this."
She scoffed, "It's in ruins and many of the champions have already left in protest. The 'League'-" she quoted and said mockingly "-has no power." She said and crossed her arms.
The General weighed her words. "Be that as it may, I do not need the heat from Jericho. You may attack the Crownguards but you are not to kill either of them."
"You love making my life harder."
"And you love wasting time." He replied, "Now go, we don't have the extra men to lose while we squabble."
"As you wish, sir," She replied bitterly before picking up her knife and launching herself out of the tent. Her muscles coursed with adrenaline and before her lay a battlefield ripe for her picking.
Yes, battle did bore Katarina, but killing almost made it worth it.
"PRESS FORWARD! THEY ARE RETREATING!" Garen roared over the sound of death and clashing metal. His men pushed forward with newfound strength, invigorated by their commanders words. Arrows destined to meet their marks were suddenly stopped by an almost invisible wall. They collected there until they fell harmlessly to the ground.
Garen turned and saw Luxanna, her face strained and streaked with sweat smiling triumphantly. The four young mages behind her looked at her in awe.
"Lux, you need rest. Your magic is appreciated, but not at your own sacrifice."
His words made her stand taller and her chin rose defiantly, "I will rest when we are done, these Noxians will leave this territory and I will make sure of it."
He turned away, there was no point in arguing with her. He watched the ebb and flow of battle beneath him and his body ached to join them. He raised his sword Justice and hurled himself into battle.
With every Noxian he cut down, it felt like two sprung up in their place. His presence caused some to run which was satisfying to his ego. The ones who were not smart enough to run would soon meet their fate at his hands. His body moved almost effortlessly as battle was the closest thing to dancing he would he be seen doing. He was born to do it, and he did it well.
The sound of his sisters scream was the only thing that brought him out of his head. The back line where the mages stood had been infiltrated!
Garen thrust his sword through the Noxian he had crossed paths with and stormed his way through his own men. When he finally broke through he saw one of the younger mages, laying in a pool of her own blood. Her face was blank and her eyes were empty, there was nothing he could do for her. But where was Lux?
He looked desperately for her bright blond hair in the chaos. He was finally able to pick her out and he called to her, but to no avail. He ran to her side, but no enemy was in sight. "Lux! What happened?!" He yelled and his sisters blue eyes burned with hate as he looked into them.
"She killed Mauve! And Pippen. And Cassandra and Aura, I couldn't save them Garen! I tried, but it wasn't enough!"
"Who did Lux?"
She opened her mouth to answer his question but her eyes looked past him as she pushed him aside. A solid bubble of light surrounded her as three diamond shaped blades sunk into it's surface inches from where her arms covered her face. She released her magic and the knives fell before her. She let out an anguished scream and her staff burned in her hands. She launched a prism so bright and hot, Garen couldn't look at it and when it exploded, he was left seeing stars. He felt an impact square in the chest that knocked him onto his back. Lux dove to the side, narrowly missing a steel toed boot to her temple. Garen scrambled to his feet, pulling Justice up to his front. As his vision cleared, he saw his opponent.
Katarina Du Couteau. She was breathtaking. Her long hair was an almost unnatural shade of red, and her eyes were a green that rivaled that of any emerald he had ever seen. A scar ran over her left eye, but it didn't diminish at all from her beauty. Her black armor gave away her allegiances but it fit her nicely, it was custom and expensive as far as he could tell. She would have been attractive, had she not been Noxian. Behind her stood Lux, crouching with a furious look on her face. The assassin was facing him, a playful smirk on her face and a knife in her hand. Their eyes locked and his muscles trembled in anticipation.
Lux made the first move and hurled a containment spell at Katarina. She launched herself backwards, over the spell and landing behind Lux. She brought one of the small knives down and Lux was barley able to deflect with her wand. Garen charged and soon the pair had the assassin backing away. Katarina sheathed her knives and pulled out two long daggers, jagged and cruel-looking and incredibly dangerous in the hand of their owner. Garen eyed them cautiously.
With a bark that Garen could only assume was a laugh, she disappeared and reappeared behind Lux, ramming her with her shoulder plate into Lux's head, sending Lux toppling to the ground. Garen charged at Katarina before she could follow up, but his blade was met with nothing but air. She was impossibly quick and this only frustrated him more. Keep her away from Lux! He thought and swung his blade in a downward motion. Her two daggers caught his sword and she dug her heels in to take the brunt of the impact.
"Ahhhh, that's adorable. Big bwother has to swave baby sister." Kat mocked and pouted.
"You Noxians know nothing about loyalty," Garen snarled in her face.
"Is that right?" She snickered. She pushed upwards and sent Garen staggering, and he brought his blade up in just enough time to deflect her next attack. Soon he was on the defensive, focusing on nothing but deflecting the blades inches from his face. Once, he wasn't quick enough and a scarlet line soon rose from his cheekbone. Then another on his hand, and another on his side. His arms were growing tired and his sword seemed to increase in weight with every blow. She brought down her blades in one more swift blow and it took all the strength he had left to raise his sword and brace for the impact. The weight of it brought him to his knees.
She looked at him with a cruel sneer and he noticed that she wasn't exactly unscathed. The light gray tattoos that coiled up her sides were marred by the occasional wound. Her arms shook from exhaustion and her breathing was as labored as his. Her eyes were bright and alive and he could almost see himself in them. She leaned closer until her face was inches from her own. She smelled of honeysuckle and blood.
"The only reason I haven't killed you is because I have my orders. But if they change, oh Might of Demacia, I will kill you, and I will enjoy it." She said and lept into the air, lodging two more of her knives into his breastplate, before disappearing into the trees above. He slumped in exhaustion and focused on slowing his breathing. When he rose, his knees gave a small shake, but he would survive. Never had a match worn on him so. She was skilled, he would give her that. And he used that as an excuse as to why his heart skip when he thought about her.
When he emerged from the forest he had somehow ended up in and returned to the battlefield, he saw his men collecting wounded and found Lux kneeling on the ground next to a healer.
"Sir!" His Captain called and jogged his way to him.
"What happened? Why are their so many wounded? Why are we retreating?" He demanded.
His Captain stood at attention. "It was a woman sir! She appeared out of nowhere and decimated our ranks! We followed the enemy into the woods, and she killed a dozen of us before we even knew! We started losing more of our men and you were nowhere to be found, and eventually Lieutenant Holts called for a retreat. We were lucky to make it out alive!"
Garen cursed under his breath, "See to the wounded, let's get these men home." The Captain nodded and hurried off.
He knelt next to his sister and his concern for her washed away all of his thoughts about the Noxian assassin. "How are you Lux?" He asked tenderly, and pushed her hair behind her ear so he could see her bandage,
"I have a headache and my heart hurts Garen," She replied, "My four best students, within days of graduating and now they're gone." Her voice cracked and her eyes began to shine with unshed tears. "Does this get any easier?" she asked pleadingly.
He looked at her sympathetically, "No, it doesn't." She collapsed into his chest in a sob and it was all he could do not to storm after the wretched woman himself. She deserved her fate, but his sister needed him more.
She looked at him with hardened eyes. "I will never bring another student into battle, until I know they are ready." she said determinedly and stormed off. That night when they burned the dead, Lux stayed until the coals and the hatred in her heart were the only things still burning.