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INTRO:

Have you ever had that sort of day when you have that awful feeling of being alone? When you feel like your heart has been torn out of your chest? That the only thing that made your pathetic existence worthwhile has left you? Everyone around you makes you remember every single detail of your horrible past and you realize that there is no way out. The world is against you. There's no point anymore. You have lost.

This was my day.

The day my wife died

1 YEAR EARLIER

"Demacians from all over Valoran are not admitting defeat. But we are tired of war. Why must this hurt go on any longer? Why must our children suffer for our pasts? We must end this selfishness and think of them." Jarvan Lightshield the fourth announced to ears all over the country. "My father raised me to hate people that are different from us. But through all my years of fighting and hurting each other, I realized, that we aren't so different. Many of us that fight only seek revenge. It's time to put that hatred behind us. Only fight in defense, never anger nor vengeance."

He finished as the Demacian crowd cheered and raised glasses. Even a few Noxians and Zaunites joined the crowd. Those all who believed in the union of all the great regions of Valoran. They all listened in awe as their new and young king spoke in hopes to change hearts. Much different from his father and grandfather before him who only wanted to rid of the Dark Magic dwellers in the central Eastern part of Valoran. This new notion of peace was like a priest, opening newcomers eyes to a glorious heaven. It was indeed, glorious.

Jarvan IV and his new wife, Riven, the Exiled warrior from Noxus, worked together to join these regions. Riven admitted she too, like Jarvan, has killed for revenge. Though her hatred for Singed is still there, she is willing to lay down her sword if it means that no more Noxians perish in pain. Both the king and queen have begun the peace by stopping the recruitment of League of Legends. It is a playing field where you face your worst enemy and when you die, they revive you and let you kill each other over and over. Both Jarvan and Riven were in these fields for many years, but once their love blossomed, they could not face each other in another fight.

Janna, a sorcerer of Zaun, was in the crowd. A few of her old friends from her hometown convinced her to come to this event even though she was extremely exhausted after a defeat in the Fields of Justice. She has faced Jarvan before in the Rift. It's almost like he is a completely different person. "Bunch of crazies", She mutters. She quietly floats off without her hyped up friends noticing and begins to take the trip back to Zaun. She yawns loudly and stretches her arms up. The crowd was thinning out and she was almost able to breathe fresh air again. She uses her thin but tough arms to sweep the air around her as she sucked up a bit of breeze she created. She sighs all the remaining air out of her lungs. "That's better". Her body was tired but she let the wind carry her away. She nearly fell asleep when BAM! "Ouuch!" "Hey! Can't you watch where you're-" Janna looks at the tall figure she ran into. It's the Piltover "Hammer Man" as she called him. Jayce. "Oh it's you", she laughs at his facial expression. "Sorry about that". He began rubbing his head as if it ached. His hammer lay on the ground by her fallen tiara. "What is that thing made out of?" He practically yells as he points at the bejeweled piece in the dirt. "Only the most refined iron and the brightest gems", she bragged. "Packs a wallop", he complained, and continued to rub his now swollen forehead.

Janna floated down and picked up her tiara and his giant hammer. Propping the shiny piece on her head and placing the weapon in his one free arm. "Sorry again", she squeaked out. He looked up and caught her eye. His eyes were an intriguing grey colour and they were really defined with his bright red outfit. They were also filled with anger in them and Janna wasn't sure if it was because she bruised his head, or because of the long rivalry between their kinds. The Zauns and the Piltovers. "You're in the League right?" He conversed before she floated off. She shook out of the trance she got caught in his eyes. "Oh! Yes, I am", "Yeah I think I've seen you a few times. You really blew me away!" He laughs heartily at the joke she has heard many times from many different men. "You're so original", she jokes with him. Her blue eyes glistened in the light of his glowing weapon.