I've been working on my Panth/Ahri/Leona Story "I'm A fool" because this one hasn't been review..one review didn't seem like it was worth updating. Depends on how the response is after the dialogue has been made easier to read and broken up into chapters. If not…I just may let this story die. Thanks for all those who read it when I posted it at the start of August and Sorry for those who enjoy it but didn't review…would be the main reason why I would of stopped updating. Due to lack of community response. This was my first story and I hate….hate…re-proof reading my own work especially 13k+ words…Chapter 7+ will be where Unwanted left off from.
Only person to have reviewed this so far thank you.
Krakenson chapter 1 . Aug 8
Quite a good story, might even evolve into something really good. I'm btw GarenxKat fan and every fiction with these two is automaticaly in my favorite category, if it's not a total garbage ofc and this is really not the case. Anyway good job and I'm waiting for next chapter, cya bruh.
Keeping the Faith
Hello, everyone this is my first story ever. I will try to not be so canon reliant because I'd like to just let the creativity flow without hindering it by lore.
Garen, sat at the edge of his cot, thinking and slowly getting dressed. His shoulders were sore and slightly red and purple, leaning his head back and closing his eyes slowly trying to think the pain away. The last few weeks had been though since, the war at Kalamandra. Noxus and Demacian forces had found any reason to start skirmishes. Looking for any reason to reclaim "strategic" land marks. The constant skirmishes had started to take a toll on Garen's body, although never visibly wounded it had taken a strain on his body. He never let it show for he saw how the men of The Duantless Vanguard looked at him. If he even showed a sign of fear or waver, it would be reflected in his man 10 fold. With his body at what seemed like a breaking point he sighed silently to himself "Katarina". It had been weeks since he last saw her at Kalamandra, their blades locked neither giving each other an inch. Still etched in his mind were those emerald green eyes looking into his own, then the League intervened, putting both armies in stasis and the area was pacified.
He did miss their banter and her mean playfulness that seemed to warm his heart whenever he saw her. He hated that he missed her, he knew it was wrong especially as the Commander of The Dauntless Guard, The Might of Demacia and Prince Jarvan's close friend. He felt as if all titles and honor given to him had become some sort of barrier that removed him from normal human interaction. He could never really enjoy a truthful conversation, enjoy flirting with girls he found attractive. Everyone wanted Garen, his friendship or companionship but he was never really sure if they wanted him or the honor he commanded. He took a deep breath and breathed out slowly, whispering to himself "it's my duty for Demacia…everything else comes second" as he spoke memories of Katarina sitting next to him at the Hasty Hammer Tavern; her eyes, and smile directed towards him whenever he had mustered up the courage to speak to her and make some corny jokes and general banter. Even though he knew he shouldn't have had attempted any verbal contact with her, he loved the way she would brush away her scarlet red hair from her eyes, before making some sort of snarky remark at his expense. He remember looking at her scar on her right eye running from almost her fore head to upper cheek. She had caught him looking and gave him a playful smile as he quickly found some obscure object to quickly focus his gaze on. Before he could reminisce any longer he quickly interrupted himself "Don't be stupid Garen…even if you could, she could do better". With that said Garen go up and walked out of the cabin that was his make shift HQ. He had been nothing but reluctant to sleep in a cabin while his man slept in tents, but his troops begged him, they admired him. Garen raised his right hand in front of his face as he exited the cabin, shielding his eyes from the bright morning sun. Ones his vision adjusted he straighten his back and walked meaningfully towards his troops to greet them and give words of encouragement.
"Knock, Knock" A man's voice was heard from the other side of the think wooden door
"Please enter". Katarina, pushed the door and casually walked in, scanning around one of Swain's trusted advisors awaited her.
"Miss Du Couteau, I'll keep this short and sweet" his vulture like features eying her body up and down, "General Swain, would like to be better informed on recent Demacian troop movements. Word has it, that Garen Crown Guard is leading a small number of troops and scouts. I'm sure it's just Demacian show of strength, but High Command, would like you to shadow them gather any intel. Use your own discretion whether to engage and kill their commander. You have no back up, be prudent".
He smiled at her revealing brown and decaying teeth, "you may go". Katarina, casually walked away she could feel his eyes burning on her until she closed the door behind her. Finally she gave herself a smile and thought to herself "Garen Crownguard…. this will be fun". Always traveling light and always armed she made her way to were the Demacian camp was marked on the map.