Author's Note and Disclaimer: I do not own League of Legends, nor am I related to Riot Games Inc. in any way other than that of a loyal fan and customer. I am writing to do something semi-productive over the summer. The story follows the relationships of various members of the League and an OC, Eniah. I will do my best to remain accurate to the Journal of Justice publications and the champion lore.
Chapter 1
Demacia has always been a city of white marble and shinning glass that reflected the supposed moral purity of its denizens, but even Eniah could see that today of all days was special. The hushed silence of disbelief and admiration from those just inside of its walls that rapidly turned to widespread fanfare welcomed him to his new home. As they walked further inside, the crowds made way for their party, the news of that man's return after two long years rushing before them like wildfire. A giant of a man clad in the blue and gold armor of Demacia's Dauntless Vanguard met them at the palace gates. Drawing his claymore, he swung it forward and instantly silenced the crowds with the most dominating pressure Eniah had ever sensed in a human. Shyvana released a low growl and Eniah's hands instinctively went for his twin kris only to be stilled by one of the three others of their group.
After a moment, the Vanguard plunged his sword into the earth and knelt, revealing a blonde girl of about seventeen, Eniah's age, who was undoubtedly standing behind her brother. He looked over at the hybrid and saw the same look of shock: neither of them, despite instinct and training that would shame the greatest hunters in Valoran, had sensed her presence. She was clad in white and gold, twirling a shimmering baton that seemed to somehow dance with the sunlight playing between her fingers, hiding a different type of danger than the piercing thrust of a sword. Different, but not any better, he thought. Committing her essence to memory, he gave her another once-over and could not deny her charm. Caught in her eyes, he missed the first bit of conversation.
"... come back now? After two years? Where..."
"The story can wait, my friend, for private ears." Raising his voice so all could hear, the returning prince said, "Hear me, Demacia. I've been gone for a mere two years, but even that is two years too long for your prince to desert his nation. For that, I have no words to excuse myself. Many of you know of my capture during the last major battle against Noxus. I nearly died at the hands of Urgot and my friend, Garen, saved me. I realized then, the true danger to justice is not the sword of another, it is the cowardice of the self. Your prince was afraid. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of death, afraid of leaving this state without an heir. I was not good enough. I had neither the wisdom nor strength nor experience to lead. Before I could right the wrongs of this land, I had to right the wrongs within myself. I've seen many things in my travels. I've fought the greatest beasts Valoran has to offer. Of the twelve who left with me, only two stand before you, but I have made great allies as well. I introduce to you Shyvana and Eniah. Their natures will be made clear in time, but welcome them as my honored guests for as long as they desire. Finally, I am back. I have returned a better man and I pledge now to uphold the justice and virtues of our great city for as long as I live."
Silence. Then a roar that dwarfed the earlier cheers as his proclamation finally sank in. Amidst the uproar, Eniah could see the Garen, for it was undoubtedly he who welcomed them, stand and hug his childhood friend and prince with a barely audiable, "Welcome back, my prince."
A/N: This is the first chapter of my first fanfic. Whoooo! :D Please feel free to ask questions or give me any feedback and suggestions. Criticisms are always welcome as well. I decided to begin my story with the end of Jarvan IV's lore and I hope you'll find all details as accurate as possible.