Chapter One:

A Second Chance

Above Valoran inside the Demacian Border, down from the sky comes what appears to be a small meteorite with an amazingly powerful white glow. As it fell, a black plume of smoke followed behind as it entered the atmosphere. It tumbled toward the ground below, gaining speed as it passed through the clouds, sending a shockwave out as it did so.

It crashed into the dirt, sending out an explosive sound wave before bouncing back up and crushing a few trees as it rolled down a small hill, just stopping before it touched the waters of a clear lake. A few fires had started in the small crater that had been made by the final impact the white rock had on the dirt ground surrounding it. The rock let out a loud crack as it almost split in two, only for it to completely shatter moments later, shards dropping all over the crater it had made.

A man was suspended in mid-air where the centre of the meteorite had once been, floating there for a few moments before falling back onto the ground with a loud thud. Later during the day, a small squadron of men and women in white, blue and Golden armor approach the crash site, led by a large man with a massive sword held with one hand and a blue scarf around his neck. His oversized plate armor clinked with his movements, his short brown hair moving in the soft breeze. Beside him was a Blonde girl, no older than 18. She was much shorter than the man beside her, with bright blue eyes and a small smile across her face. She a blue body suit with much smaller and lighter armor over her chest, forearms, around her waist and lower legs. She also held a small baton in her hands, small spheres of light were rotating around each end of it. Stood at the edge of the crater while the other soldiers secured the area surrounding them. The man whispered something to the girl next to him and pointed at the unconscious man in the crater.

The girl pointed her baton at him, slowly raising him out of the crater and into a shallow part of the river. His clothes were all torn and ragged and his body was covered in dirt. He looked like he had been to hell and back. The girl said something back to the man next to her. He nodded and walked over to pick up the man out of the water. Before he even laid a finger on the man, a spark of electricity jolted his hands back. There was a bright light from behind them as all the white rocks transformed into a white mist-like haze began to rise out of the crater and flow into the unconscious man's body, healing him of a few cuts and bruises on his back. His ragged clothing seemingly disintegrated but his pants and boots were restored to better quality. As the last of the Haze disappeared into his body, he stirred in his sleep for a moment but did not wake.

Three days later

He found himself floating in darkness. His mind was blank and there was nothing around him. He felt a pressure begin to rise in the back of his head, the very feeling of it was alien to him. His body began to heat up as the pressure continued to rise. He could hear a quiet hissing sound as he continued to heat up, he was beginning to sweat from the heat now. The pressure finally began to lessen, the hissing abruptly stopped and light filled his eyes. He could hear a voice, the voice of a woman.

"Hey, are you alright? .. Helloooo? Can you hear me? Open your eyes!" She sounded concerned and friendly. He didn't want to open his eyes, they always bore the same actions from everyone that saw them. He then felt a extremely cold water splash against his face, shooting his eyes open and his body up into a sitting up position.

"Gah! That's cold!" He shivered slight at how cold the water was against the heat of his body. He looked over at the surprised woman, her jaw slightly dropped when they locked eyes. He knew it would be any second now, the insults and disgusting words that he had been called for years now.

"Uhh Hi. Sorry t-to wake you up like that. I-I'm Luxanna Crownguard. What's your name, Sir..?" Her voice raised slightly as she said sir as she had no way to know his name. She felt the heat in her cheeks at her embarrassing way of waking the man up. He looked as if he were having a nightmare and she couldn't help stop herself without waking him.

He gave her a confused look at her question and her name. He hadn't heard a familiar name and seen a familiar face like hers since he last played his favorite computer game. He tried his best to remove the look from his face and put on a more neutral look before he spoke.

"My name is.. Keith. I don't have a surname so you'll have to forgive me on that account." He into her eyes, for a moment before breaking the gaze and looking around the room. It was a small bedroom made of marble and adorned with paintings and banners all bearing the same colors. White, blue and gold. They were all over the room, might as well have been a wallpaper with how it looked with marble in between each one. Even the window Curtains were White with Blue patterns and golden outlining. The far wall had a large mirror which Keith could seem himself in. His odd colored eyes glared back at him. They were Red around his pupil. The color of his eyes always drove people away from where he lived. No one could stand looking into the eyes of 'The demon on Earth'. If it wasn't the eyes that drove people away, it would be his silver shoulder length hair. He kept it that length for years and never let it flow over his forehead. He kept it combed backwards and eventually it stayed that way. He had a small patch of scruff on his chin, the same silvery color of his hair. He must've grown it while he was passed out. He looked toward the door to see a small pouch and a pair of black leather boots. They Looked to be newly made and were his size.

His eyes turned back to the girl next to him. 'She can't be older than 18. The Lux I think I know is like 20 or 21.' He thought to himself. He could swear he felt a small amount of pressure build up in the back of his head again, but his body didn't heat up like it did before. Rather the back of his neck felt irritated like someone was behind him. He was tempted to look but he kept looking at the girl in front of him.

Coming back to her senses she blinked a few times before looking to the wall about the door way. There was a small clock above it and the time read 12:42. She almost had a small panic attack as she remembered where they were supposed to be.

"AH WE HAVE TO GO. NOW! Get up, get up, get up, get up! You are being trialed by the Prince to find out who you are and why the meteorite fell on you!" Her sudden explosion of energy hit Keith like a brick wall, which was nothing compared to why he was being tried for simply existing. 'Wait.. meteorite? what? If I was hit by a meteorite then how the hell..?' His thought process was broken by the pair of boots landing on his chest. Lux must've thrown them at him.

"Hurry up! We have to be at the courthouse in-" She glanced back at the clock, 12:44. "16 minutes! GET UP Keith..? I've never heard of that name before. Never mind, LET'S GO." She ran back over to Keith and pulled him out of the bed on to a chair and put his boots on for him, even tying them in some elaborate way before dragging him out of the small room through several hallways, all of which had several Butlers and maids giving the two running down the hallways odd looks of confusion.

They reached the main door to the outside world, a massively oversized golden double door adorned with a Massive crest Keith could only have a glance at before they dashed through the doors and he was thrown into a carriage with Lux dashing in after him and sitting across from him. The door to the carriage shut and started rolling with the pull from two large horses covered in White armor. 'What the hell is going on?'

Lux was staring at Keith with new found interest, her head was held up but her hands with her elbows resting on her knees as she leaned forward. He smiled widened as Keith looked at her, she didn't seem to mind the red coloring of his eyes.

"Where are you from Keith? You don't seem like you're from Demacia and you had the look of a traveler judging by how your clothes were all ragged and torn when we found you." She was spilling curiosity blatantly. There was no dodging questions with this girl.

"I'm uh, I'm from the.. Frel..jord? Yeah the Freljord. I've been traveling for a bit.. to see the world for what it is rather than freezing in the north all my life." He was lying and she seemed to not notice how obvious he was being. Keith couldn't tell if that was an act or if she was onto him which was more than likely.

Lux Kept her eyes on his, resisting looking at the rest of him. He was only wearing a pair of Brown Trousers and black leather boots. She Didn't think to grab him a simple shirt or anything of the sort to cover him. 'He is nicely toned though.. Maybe just the occasional peep wouldn't hurt..' She looked over his body, his lightly tanned skin brought out his muscle and really gave it kick. She looked back to his face and turned slightly red as he had a small smirk across his face.

"Enjoying yourself there? You said I was on trial just to find out who I am, and by the Prince of all people. Why would.. Jarvan the Fourth want to know me? Because I was involved in some thing to do with a Meteorite falling from the sky? I don't remember anything like that and I sure as hell don't remember getting hit by anything. I do remember falling however, that is one thing." He began to wonder if he fall on the meteorite. But that was crazy, that couldn't happen.. Could it?

His thoughts were broken by the carriage hit a small bump in the Cobblestone road beneath them. Keith didn't once glanced out the windows. His eyes for fixated on Lux purely for the anticipation to see if this was reality, or a dream. He also wanted to see some magic, that was something he was very much interested in at this point.

"Are you able to use magic? I've heard of people using magic to call things down from the sky, but it's usually lightning or rain. Nothing like Meteorites. There is a first for everything and if you are capable of doing such a thing, you could be considered a threat to a lot of people." She seemed genuinely concerned for Keith. He could feel it in her voice but he had played this game before. She was digging for information about him to be used against him in his trial. He had to strengthen his alibi he already made with saying he was from the Freljord. He knew of the civil war between 3 factions in the freljord from the lore he read about the place, he needed to choose a side and play the act well. Avarosa was probably the easiest and least threatening to Demacia.

"I can't use magic, as far as I am aware. If it can I haven't been able throughout my life until now I suppose. I never really tried." He had to play better, he knew he was rusty but he had to play with what he was dealt. Lux's eyes widened as they entered a small tunnel, a few seconds of darkness and shuffling and they were back into the light of day, with a new passenger.

Keith's eyes shot to his right as he eyed what looked to be a wrist mounted crossbow. It had a small contraption on it which acted as an auto-loader. There was a small rack which contained what looked to be pure silver bolts. He raised his eyes to the one wielding it and met red sunglasses. He knew who she was. Vayne, the Nighthunter. Why she had an interest in joining Keith and Lux in their little carriage ride to this 'Courthouse' was beyond Keith. He had no darkness about him, aside from maybe his odd eye color. This wasn't going to be fun.

"Hi v- miss..?" He almost said her name. He had to act dumb, even with the temptation of being a complete smartarse and knowing everyone that was a champion.

She snarled back at him with a look that could break steel. He smirked back at her, tempting her to just shoot. He knew she wouldn't if he was to be tried by Jarvan. Whatever was going on, he felt as though he should just enjoy in.

"Vayne please, Lower your weapon. He is to be tried in-" There was another small clock above Keith and Vayne, it read 12:57. "3 minutes. OH WHAT!" The sudden shouting from Lux frightened the Driver of the Carriage who speed up the Carriage to a much faster pace. They were either going to be late, or they would get there any second.

They all glanced back at the clock simultaneously and sighed as it read 12:59. The carriage came to a halt and Vayne kicked open the door to her left whilst also grabbing Keith by his silver hair. She tugged on him to get him out of the carriage, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. He fell to the ground gripping his hair with his hands as Vayne tugged. 'She is by no means gentle. Shit, she probably doesn't know the definition of Gentle'

"Get up. You need to be in that courtroom now." Vayne's voice was deep for a woman, demanding and Intimidating. Keith got to his feet and dusted off his trousers. Lux grabbed him by the armor, eyeing Vayne as she did so. She was almost acting protective as she did so. She dragged him to a large double door and shoved him toward the doors which caused them to open and Keith to stumble onto the ground again. He mentally chuckled to himself. He was getting pushed around by Lux, the tiny light mage of Demacia. He had a small smile on his face has he got back to his feet again, only for it to disappear as he met the stares of a the large courtroom. All around him was what he presumed to be Nobles and their personal guards from all around Demacia. He met the eyes of Jarvan IV, the one and only.

"About time you arrived. What is your name?" He spoke with loudly with power and authority behind every word. He was staring back at Keith, his face devoid of emotion. Next him was an odd looking woman covered in red and golden armor. She was Dark purple skin and slightly darker hair. Her eyes looked as if they were fire itself before they snapped away from Keith toward Jarvan. Shyvana the Half-dragon was a lot more intriguing that any of the other people he had met so far. He was surprised to have met Her before Garen. He returned his eyes to Jarvan and walked toward the one empty seat in the room, one to the left of the Judge himself.

"Keith. You're Jarvan The fourth? I figured you'd be taller." Keith smirked at the statement. Jarvan was by no means short, just slightly shorter than Keith. Keith was 6 foot 5, the Prince only just shorter than that. Keith didn't look at the snarl the Prince gave him. The other people in the room gave quiet gasps and murmured to each other at the comment.

"You realize you can be executed for mocking the Crowned Prince and Exemplar of Demacia? I'd do it myself but you don't seem worth my time boy." He retorted with venom dripping from the last word. Keith was trying to resist snapping back at him, but the temptation got the better of him.

"Well you're here, and from I've heard, you are the one that called this trial into play. Good job me, I'm worth time for the Prince himself." He gave a toothy grin at Jarvan. He didn't seem to care. It was Shyvana instead who returned the glare to Keith. Noticing this, he felt as though he hit a nerve on the both of them. He wondered if he was over the edge by now, or just lingering a step from it.

A minute passed by of complete silence, everyone had taken their seats and the Judge began to speak. "We have gathered here on this day in a public act of Interrogation. This boy here, Keith so he calls his self, claims to be from the Freljord. Which part of the Freljord remains to be known. He has also claimed to be a traveler of sorts. He has also presented no Surname, something common in the Freljord as it is believed to be caused by the death of his parents, leaving him orphaned. Can you confirm you are an orphan?" The judge was an old man. He read the statements slowly and clearly, no one made a sound as he spoke with his strained tone.

"I can confirm, yes. I'm an orphan who ran away before getting thrown into any random house to be taken care of by people I don't know. I've been on the road for years." He glanced over at Shyvana. She was still glaring at him but she had a small smile on her face. 'Did she catch me out on the lie? Hopefully not.'

His eyes searched over the room for something else to look at. He got a good look of the room at doing so. There were side doors that were all guarded by Soldiers in massive plate armor. They reminded Keith of Garen, just with a helmet to cover their heads and no Blue scarf around their necks.

"Can you present proof of your citizenship as part of the Freljord?" Keith was confused by the question. How the hell did they expect a sign of proof the he was from somewhere?

"How do you expect me to do that?" He didn't make eye contact with the Judge at all. He kept looking around the room. That walls were blank, made of chiseled stone. They seemed as if they were a slight yellow-grey in the sunlight that poured in through the few windows higher up in the Courtroom.

"Every Citizen of The Freljord has a blue tattoo marking which bloodline they represent. As we see no such thing on your upper torso or arms, would you kindly remove your pants. The women in the room gave off sounds of laughter which sounded more like a turkey's cry for help. All the men glanced around the room at the sudden noise, even Shyvana let out a small noise during it which received an odd glance from Jarvan. Keith couldn't pull this off now, not without something to fit. As he thought to his possibilities, he figured saying he was brought up by barbarians that didn't care about bloodline tattoos could work.

"I was raised by Barbarians. We didn't get our Bloodline Tattoos when we were young." He thought back on his story so far. He messed up. Going from saying he was a traveler to saying he was raised by barbarians didn't fit at all.

"Interesting statement you have there. You're a Traveler yet you say you were raised by barbarians. Any more lies you wish to present us with in this court, Keith?" Jarvan caught on. He wasn't stupid, but Many of the Nobles in the room obviously were. It took them a minute to put it together and notice the blatantly obvious lie.

"You refuse to tell us the truth. Let's start back at the beginning, what is your name?" Keith sighed, he wouldn't lie about his name. He didn't have a surname and he didn't want one. He had been caught out on his attempt at lying and he wasn't getting out of it now.

"I didn't lie about my name or that I am an orphan. Those are true." He finally found Lux and Vayne down toward the back of the courtroom. He could see the look on their faces. Vayne was disgusted while Lux look almost disappointed. Why this affected him so much was bothering him.

"Your honor, If I may. Keith seems to be a bit distracted. So I propose a new approach to this." Jarvan was Smiling as he spoke, his voice unchanging and still holding the power it did before. The judge shifted his head in the Princes' Direction with a quizzical expression. "Proceed."

Jarvan IV stood from his seat and approached Keith in a slow stride. He was going to enjoy this. "I propose that we let ones skill determine who is truthful and who is a liar. I propose.. a Trial by combat." People let out loud noises of complaint and agreement. The room seemed half and half on this proposal. It was then Keith heard a chinging noise of a small pouch being handed to the judge from a guard behind him. 'He's being bribed?! Oh fuck off.' The judge then raised up a small hammer and slammed it down on his desk.

"Order Order! There will be order in this court!" The room immediately died down into silence. The judge held the power in this room. Keith couldn't believe this was going how it was. Bribing a judge? This was no Judge at all, this was a setup. The same pressure from before was rising in the back of Keith's mind again, the heat was pouring down the back of his neck. He took a glance behind him and saw no one. It felt as though someone was standing right there behind him. Jarvan and Shyvana stood, the judge eyeing them as they did so. The Prince cleared his throat, gaining the full attention of the room.

"We will continue this at the Coliseum, but first we must select who is to fight for Demacia against the accused." His attention was now fixated on to Keith. "You have a magical presence surrounding you. You are undoubtedly capable of using magic. It would be unfair to fight in a One-on-one if your opponent cannot use magic themselves. No, your opponent.." The prince fell into a state of contemplation on who would be the one to dual with him for this new trial. He had the perfect person in mind, someone that has yet to prove their strengths to Demacia. "Your opponent shall be Luxanna Crownguard. Luxanna, please step forth."

Keith's heart sank down ever so slightly. The girl that had cared for him and brought him here was to be the one he would fight. Keith wouldn't deny he felt some sort of magic around him, if that is what the heat rising now in his chest was. He watched as Lux slowly walked forward into the middle of the courtroom for everybody to see. She had a small smile plastered across her face. She looked like she was about to faint as she approached the judge.

"Do you accept these terms, Miss Crownguard?" The judge spoke with pain in his voice. He knew she couldn't say no without dishonoring her family name, the most well know family in all of Demacia, next to the royal family. She took in a long breath as she met eyes with the judge, her smile wavering ever so slightly as the words escaped her lips.

"I d-do." Keith nearly felt the heat inside his chest erupt, it was mixed with anger and disgust at the situation. He didn't realize how much effort he was putting in to just staying quiet. The rest of the room was on the edge of their seats. Shyvana was still staring at Keith, adding on to staying where he was in silence.

"That settles it then. Everyone, to the Coliseum! We shall have this trial ended by dinner!" The judge shouted out to the room, earning a few odd looks at the mentioning of dinner. He wasn't exactly in shape like many of the nobles walking out the door. Vayne approached Keith and yanked him by the hair tossing him to the wall with Vayne pressing against him. The few soldiers around them had cuffs and with them. Lux was watching from where she stood, still in the centre of the room. Her smile was long gone by now.

Keith was cuffed and thrown to the ground, again by Vayne, and was half dragged out of the room. He stole a glanced at Lux who was still standing in the same place looking at Keith with a small smile on her face. The heat was spreading throughout Keith's body at this point, but the look on Lux's face seemingly caused it to die down for the moment. He left the room and lost vision of Lux, still being half dragged by Vayne as they re-entered the same Carriage they arrived in. He was thrown onto the same seat he was in on the way to the courthouse, his eyes now fixed on Vayne's red lens.

"I'm enjoying this about as much as you are. No one has yet to see Luxanna fight in a dual outside of training yet. Why the Prince pinned her against you is beyond me." Vayne's voice was different from before 'Did Lux say something to her back in the courtroom?' His thought echoed for a second in his mind, before the brunt of the situation finally hit him.

"Fucking asshole of a Prince!"

'Fucking asshole of a Prince'

Keith shouted out verbally hoping as many people could hear him from where he was. Lux mentally shouted it out, her expression changing as she did into what must have been an angry glare at nothing in particular.