Authors Note: This is my first Fanfic and I would appreciate any criticism that you could give me in order to improve my future writings. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Reoccurring Recollections

The wind tugged at her hair as she sprinted through the field of dandelions. The wind caught a few of the dandelion florets and sent them soaring into the air causing a white cloak to form behind the girl. A few other florets fell into hair, creating an apparent contrast to its raven color. A shout of glee burst from the girl's mouth as she chased her brother, "I shall catch you Noxian scum!" Quinn exclaimed. Her brother stopped running and turned to face his pursuer. Quinn unsheathed her oaken sword from its leather sheath and pointed it at him.

The brother proceeded to do the same as he glared at Quinn. With a grin barely being suppressed the brother said, "You Demacians' always talk too much. I think I shall create one less voice for your repulsive dialect." The earth seemed to stop as the twins raised their practice swords, and took their personalized fighting stances. Quinn stood defensively her right foot sitting behind her left, while her sword arm stood erect in front of her ready to slap aside strikes. Her brother, Caleb, stood offensively his knees bent and back arched looking ready to leap on unsuspecting prey.

Caleb took the first move as he rushed towards his opponent. Dandelion florets danced around him as he readied to throw a vicious swing. Quinn stood in her stance perfectly still, not even a muscle twitched, waiting for him to strike. Caleb's sword savagely tore through the air aimed for her left shoulder, she casually pivoted her right foot and dodged by him gracefully. Her target was now open for a counterattack and thus she struck at his right thigh while he was mid stumble. The hit connected, but seemed to cause no visible damage causing Caleb to taunt her, "You call that a hit sister, I thought father taught you better than that."

Caleb began swinging rapidly at Quinn. His attacks were all easily readable, causing Quinn to easily block or sidestep his vicious attacks. Sweat broke on his brow as he continued attacking his target making sure Quinn had no opportunity for counterattack. Quinn kept her composure as she knew one hit from Caleb would likely mean serious injury. I have the speed on him, I just need to wait for my opening, he must tire soon. As if reading his sisters mind Caleb increased his speed of attack causing Quinn to slowly find herself losing ground. Her arms began to sting as each swing from her brother began connecting with her sword. She knew now that she had to take the aggression, or be forced to lose.

Caleb swung foolishly at her legs which she very easily hopped back from causing him to stumble as he had put all of his weight into the attack. Quinn sidestepped and put her foot out causing him to trip. Within seconds she was on his back with her sword pressed against his throat. She imitated slicing it as she screamed, "No one can beat the knights of Demacia."

Caleb fell limp on the ground grabbing at his neck , and played dead for a few seconds. He then flipped onto his back and asked, "When did father teach you that, I was sure I had you when I swung at your legs."

"Father has always said that the swords master never uses strength as his greatest weapon, but rather speed and wit. Do you even listen to his lessons?" Quinn questioned her brother as she put out her hand to help pull him up.

"Of course I do sister," He said accepting her help, "I just get caught up in the stories of the brave knights and how they overcome invincible odds with simple strength. Like Ser Garen, and how he fought through half a Noxian army,".

"If you recall the story correctly brother, Garen wouldn't have made it out without divine intervention, and a lot of-,". The wind stopped as Quinn noticed what stood only a few hundred yards from their position. In the treeline three Noxian hounds stood heads close to the ground ready for a meal. Caleb noticed her distraught and looked behind him.

Upon noticing the hounds he immediately grabbed Quinn by the arm and forced her to sprint with him. The hounds licked their teeth as they gave their prey a head start. A whip cracked as a kennel master shouted, "Go now you stupid mutts, before I give you another slash." With this sound of terror the hounds began the hunt.

The forest seemed like a blur to Quinn as she sprinted through it her brother close to her side. The forest that had once seemed peaceful to Quinn now seemed like a place of terrible dread as she heard the howls of the hounds. We stand no chance against their razor-sharp teeth with our play swords, but they will surely catch us if we simply run. Then the idea struck her, "Brother go get father, do not worry about me," Quinn said running back towards the barking noises.

Caleb began to voice protest, but she was already too set in her ways for her to turn around again. Caleb was forced to accept her idea, even though he only knew his part in it. A whisper barely escaped her lips, "Do what Father taught you and you'll make it out of this Quinn," she unsheathed her play sword.

The dogs saw her before she saw them, with sight of their prey they switched directions, but they heard the crack of the whip again. Two of them continued after the scent of the boy, while one now chased Quinn. No, this can't work out this way, he'll never make it out this way. As the dog began to gain ground on her she quickly scampered up a large oak tree that looked close to falling into pieces. She crouched on a branch as the dog sprinted through the forest and ran up to the tree trying to bite her. The dog began to jump but came to no avail as she was too far up in the tree. The crack of the whip came again, but this time it wasn't for the dog it was for her.

"Do you think you could escape me and my hounds so easily girl? They will soon have your friend, after I'm finished with you," the kennel master said a hood covering his face making it impossible to see anything under it. Worn Noxian battle armor covered the rest of his body. His red cloak also shook in the wind with the breeze, as he caressed the whip in his left hand. "I can think of many exquisite ways to use this on you," the man said chuckling as if he were mad. "Come down here girl, and this will all be over quickly, don't come down and well...I'll have a rather jolly time," he began to cackle uncontrollably with his final words.

Quinn began to shake in fear as she could only imagine what the man was referring to. However, she was given no choice on coming down from the tree as the branch she was crouched on snapped under her weight. A scream tore from her lips as she began to fall rapidly towards the ground. The dog jumped in the air to catch her mid fall. It never made it an inch off the ground as 3 bolts suddenly protruded from its neck.

A familiar figure caught her as she very nearly fell onto the ground, "It's okay baby doll, its me, its daddy," Quinn's father said as tears began to fill her eyes as she put her head against his chest. "Look away now, you don't need to see this,". She followed her father's orders and looked away from the kennel master. The sound of the repeating crossbow, and the sound of bolts stabbing into flesh caused Quinn to shake uncontrollably. Caleb's scream broke through the forest as her father set her down next to the tree. "Stay here I need to get your brother now, I'll be back before you know it,".

Her fathers hunting cloak flapped in the wind as she watched him burst into a run towards the sound the screams had projected from. After she lost sight of her father all she could look at was the man with that 3 bolts sticking out of his cranium, a perfect head shot, but extremely disturbing for Quinn even if the man had just tried to kill her. She stared at the man unable to think of anything but the safety of Caleb until her father returned.

He was hunched over sobbing uncontrollably as something hung limp in his hands. It was Caleb's practice sword covered in blood from the hilt up. Quinn yelled into the air and began smashing her head into the oak tree as she came to the realization of why her father was crying. She quickly blacked out.