The great barrier…
I looked at the mighty mountain in awe. Maybe this was the place where I can redeem myself.
My name is Jarvan Lightshield the 4th a man born with royal blood, which was stained because of my arrogance. I can still remember the day, the day that changed me forever…
The sounds of clashing blades filled the air as I tore an enemy to pieces with my lance-ripping him in half from his torso-he was a noxian, but he was someone's child, someone's reason for crying to late at night, someone who was another's reason for living. But I didn't think of any of that, none of that passed my mind as I viciously pulled my lance from his stomach. His face was a face of a man truly not wanting to die as with a little bit of strength he tried to pull himself up whilst using my lance as his support his trembling fingers showed a man who didn't want to give up. But soon he was dead, lifeless just like that.
What was his reason for still wanting to fight? Did he want revenge? does he have someone worth fighting for? Or was he just merely a cowardly scum trying to evade death. I did not thought of it further as I went and tore open another one of those noxians and impaled my lance in his stomach, his sword dropped to the ground as he looked at my eyes with fear…I have seen it all before. I'm used to it, I'm a man who no longer feels when he sees someone die, I was even someone who feels nothing even if he was the one causing the death.
"Pardon me, Prince Jarvan but we are ready." One of the loyal soldiers who willingly joined me in my expedition announced. He was a polite young man who was used to war but unlike me he did not want all the bloodshed, instead he was a loyal scout carrying the demacian flag and providing information wherever we may go.
It was strange each one of the soldiers I picked were unique, yet I still couldn't remember any of their names. Did my eyes refuse to recognize their worth? They were soldiers fighting for their country, and I ended the lives of loyal soldiers like them. Though I think of loyal soldiers as priceless beings that could never be bought I ended their lives, every loyal noxian soldier that blocked my path I ended their lives all of them…
I looked at my men, their face were emotionless they were just like me I handpicked them all, all of them who didn't feel anything. But I know they were just like me in more than just a handful of things, I know that just like me their mind was still trying to give them a reason not to think of themselves as killers but instead proud warriors serving their country…but we all know lies can only hide something for so long.
My iron boots which resembled gold clashed with the stony floor as I tried to look beyond the dark cave which was rumored to have a great beast worthy of giving me a challenge. Something from the inside of the cave was different. I couldn't point my finger in it, but it was different feeling. I never waver even when faced with the most influential opponents but looking at the dark cave which seemed to be empty sends shivers down my spine as I almost dropped the lance I was so proud of holding.
"Prince Jarvan, everything is ready shall we start the expedition?" A soldier said amidst the fray of my fear, I couldn't tell what hair color he had what color his eyes were any of it. To me soldiers were priceless…but disposable I really didn't bother in trying to give them any more of my time, unless they deserve it and judging by the squad of soldiers that all looked the same, they did not. They were like me yet they didn't have any value in my eyes, none of them…
I looked at the brown pinched tents and sleeping bags that were made with bear fur we hunt about a few months ago before we journeyed here to the great barrier where a challenge awaits me. We began treading down the cave as what was left of my men all held torches that provide illumination in this cave of darkness. There were only six of my soldiers left. most of the ones I picked when I started my mission succumbed to death in many variations that I am unable to say.
Threading deeper into the cave, my instinct began telling me to turn back as I held another torch identical to the ones they held. My mind kept telling me that my right hand where I held the torch will begin shaking at any moment now. But I could not show fear to any of my men who looked up to me.
About another hour and we were still exploring the cave-it was empty. My men began showing signs of exhaustion and de moralization. As the promise of a great fight were, not met.
"Prince Jarvan, shall we turn back and rest?" one of those soldiers asked as he had his right hand shaped into a fist which he rested on his chest.
"I guess it would be best, let us turn back we can search for other reports that I hope would be…
I dropped the torch that I had in my right hand, stomping on it coldly as I looked at it with no remorse
"True."
There was nothing-no challenge no beast, no-
A bloodcurdling moan echoed from the path were we came as large footsteps began to follow-it sounded like it was fast approaching
"Stand ready, My Men!" I announced as they began to unsheathe their swords and prepared their spears for the battle that was to come.
The steps grew closer, and closer, and closer. It's shadow cast itself revealing something that was the size of a full grown adult man with abnormally average masculine built
It looked at us, it looks like it was confused. It began drooling his teeth visibly shattered and still bleeding mixed with its blood and drool it began to form a very disgusting liquid that smelled unnaturally rancid
It was a man with very brown skin, no hair, and pupil less eyes. What was very unique was his muscles that grew even on his back looking like lumps you would get from a fly if it was enlarged
Veins began showing itself from its body as he pounded a soldier that wielded a sword. Launching him up into the air. He came back dead…
I was the only one left…
It killed all my men their spears were mere sticks and their sword were mere toys to the creature who began looking at me with hunger as it licked its lips with its abnormally large tongue
I held my lance firmly as it began charging at me in a fit of frenzy, waving his arms around like a deranged maniac making the cave shake with each step he made. I prepared my lance to impale his stomach as we stared at each other dead in the eye. He looks like someone who couldn't see yet it seemed like he knew what he had done and what is about to happen.
I strike him in his stomach as he tried to pull my lance out with me still holding it. I gripped it tighter not willing to give up. I bore my lance deeper as the creature began falling down to its knees while still moaning with pain, its face look somewhat happy as he breathed his last breath
"Prince Jarvan…" A voice called out to me from the top of the cave.
"What happened, here…" He looked at the dead bodies in shock as he covered his mouth trying not to let his fear be shown. He wasn't like me…
"Simple, A battle transpired where we lost most of our men. In the morning I will be transporting you back to Demacia as the only survivor of this journey." I said as I left him to mourn his comrades…he should be used to this by now.
I slept that night. My body felt heavy as I tossed and turned in my sleep, What was happening to me? It feels like my body was as heavy as a mountain as I gasped for air opening my tent to receive fresh air from the cold breeze of the night
"Prince Jarvan, is something wrong?" The soldier asked as he tried to help me as I held my chest tighter
I began gasping for air as my heart felt like it was a landing spot for a meteor
And just like that it faded away….
"It's…everything…is ok now…" I said as I tried to carry myself using the soldier's shoulders
Something wet covered my hand as it went through the soldier…
My hand was stained with blood of the now dismembered soldier that was split like a sword on the area where I touched him
His head dropped to the stony floor revealing the soldier's last face
Surprised, his expression was surprised of his sudden death. And so was I…