Authors Notes: So here we are again. This has been nearly a year long project. If you haven't don't this yet; READ SPARKS FIRST! This a squeal to Sparks, meaning that if you haven't read that you may not know who some rather important people are, so please go do that first. Click my sexy name and find it. Chapters will be posted once a week on Saturday nights. Something to know; this fic is already finished and I'm going through editing as I post it. If something is really stupid that I didn't notice ill go fix it.
This DOES have a Lemon, smutty scene whatever you wanna call it later down the line. Until I post that chapter this will remain rated T. I will also have a warning before that scene actually starts so the weird people that read fan fiction but don't like lemons don't have to. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Something to Prove
14.06.24CLE
A brisk wind whipped from the mountain behind her, carrying with it the smell of damp earth and fauna. It rustled through the tall grass as if a sprinting animal and caught in her hair. Her feet kicked in boredom as she sat perched on a branch mid way up a pine that had wandered from its friends, down the mountainside, and into the field at the very southern border of the Freljord. To her north, no-mans land; the frozen glaciers and snowy voids of north Valoran. To the south, listing off to the west, home; though it was far beyond view, more then three days by foot and that's if she ran. It was mid afternoon, the sun sitting to her right at a comfortable three o-clock give or take.
Readjusting her seating she scanned the field relentlessly, brown eyes constantly searching. Without a sound she glanced upward to the sky. A single rebellious cloud sat selfishly in the pristine blue. Flicking her brown hair out of her face she sighed. Whats taking him so long? She internally grumbled, not only was she starving, but now her friend was late aswell. Her hand met her chin, gripping the thin jawline in her gloved fingers. She frowned at the way it sat, slightly uneven as it had been broken before. Her eyes lazily looked downward tracing the leather chest piece covered her front, pausing at the brand above her left breast. The the Icarus's heel, the wing, the symbol of Demacian courage. On her lap sat a heavy traveling bag; packing only the essentials unlike the overladen packs issued to the standing forces. She was a scout and was equipped as such; or so the Military thought. She had taken the liberty of sneaking some extra bolt-racks from the barracks before leaving- or more accurately, her partner had. She was thankful, they had come in handy during the journey she was now returning from. She sighed again, growing more impatient; clasping and unclasping her bag to keep her fingers busy. Her eyes caught the familiar combination of letters that sat in silver on the upper left corner of her journal.
Quinn.
She half scowled, never once had she liked her name. It sounded strange though she couldn't place her finger on why. Perhaps it was the Q, she reasoned. The thin book was pulled from the bag. It fell open in her hand, her eyes boredly danced across the lines of text writen in her swooping but scrawling handwriting.
Southern Freljord
We're finally heading home. It's been a long journey, and I'll be happy to see Demacia again.
I've begun to prepare my report for Jarvan on the state of tensions in Freljord. I believe he'll be surprised with the results. There is much more to Freljod then Demacia assumed, and the threat of a war is very real. Ashe has a Strong vision but not all of Freljord's tribes are willing to unify under her leadership. Some have left to ally with Sejuani, a warrio-
A caw tore her eyes from the paper, a familiar friendly but insistent squawk that echoed into the afternoon. It was loud, mostly just to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped up, scanning the sky. Motion. She smiled, spotting her childhood friend. -Valor. A Demacian eagle, or an azure tailed hawk to be more accurate. He circled, eyes fixated on her. A shorter deeper pitched caw followed. Quinn knew it. Found them. Valor shifted his course, soaring to the east circling again. An abrupt half squawk echoed to her. Get ready.
The book in her hand snapped shut and slide into her bag, which was closed and dropped less then gracefully over the fifteen feet to the ground, landing with a thunk. She thought nothing of it, full of ammunition, water and a book, it would be fine. She hopped down after it, rolling safely to an upright position. Lightly armoured and standing five foot six inches, she was built to run rather then fight. Sporting the white, snow colored Ghilli suit that had saved her life only days earlier over her scouts body armor and navy blue body sock. she dragged the hair out of her eyes and reached for the self loading crossbow hanging from her hip. It was hardly the most advanced weapon, sporting no hextech mana fueled motors or special ammunition. It was a simple, standard issue level loading weapon. More advanced then the Noxian equivalent it sported a bottom loading stacked bolt-rack, that held nine and a folding stock. She raised it, setting her gloved hands on the wooden hand guard and waited for Valor's lead.
He dove from the sky toward the ground and out of sight. She swallowed, pulling the metal slide on the top of the weapon. It fought her, as always, but the weapon clicked into a locked position and was ready to fire. She waited, patently. Movement in front of her, she raised her weapon to her shoulder, adjusting her footing. A rabbit came bounding from the tall grass and less the a split second later, Valor rocketed after it, nearly colliding with her. Quinn ducked as Valor pulled up with a confused squawk and nearly flew right into the tree. He ascended, shooting an aiven glare back down at her as she spun on her heel and took aim. With a thunk the weapon fired; skewering but not killing her small furry pray. She pulled the slide and fired again, made much easier as the target was stuck to the dirt for the second shot. The rabbet stopped moving and she lowered the weapon to her hip and set it.
"Valor!" She yelled at the bird circling the pine tree. She sighed, annoyed; she had nearly shot him. Stupid bird. Valor squawked back at her, causing her to role her eyes. "I nearly shot you!" she scolded, holding her arm out for the bird to sit. He cawed back at her argumentatively. She scowled as Valor killed his speed with a flap of his wings and came to rest on her guarded forearm. Her face shifted from anger to worry as she set the weapon on her hip and raised her hand to stroke the downy feathers on Valor's neck. "Please be more careful." Valor tilted his head questioningly then looked to the dead rabbit. A shallow squawk followed. Quinn smiled. "You did say you'd find us food,Thanks."
The two had finished cooking and eating less then two hours later. With the fire extinguished Quinn decided to see how much ground could be covered before night fall. With an extra few miles knocked off the journey the tent was established, off the path and out of sight. Sleep quickly took the scout and her feathered friend.
- - - 15.06.24CLE
Sunlight scratched against the flap of Quinn's tent like an animal trying to get in, it shown through the heavy fabric and her eyelids. As was usual, Valor was the first to move. The sun barely sat on the horizon by the time the hawk extended his four foot wingspan, reaching as far as the tight space would allow anyways and gave Quinn an insistent jab on the cheek with his beak. She groaned batting at him with the back of her hand and rolling over to embed her face in her backpack. Valor's yellow eyes narrowed slightly.
"OW!" Echoed into the early morning. Quinn shot upright, glaring tiredly at the wide awake hawk in front of her. She sighed, realizing it was morning. "alright feather-head I'm awake." she muttered. Valor held her gaze with narrowed eyes, as if he didn't believe her. Her mind turned to the task at hand as Valor ducked his head and hopped from the tents opening like a penguin before giving his wings a proper stretch. He watched her scoot backwards from the tent and begin to disassemble it as he idly preened the feathers ruffled from sleep with his beak. Quinn made no such attempt, the closest she came was sweeping her hair back lazily before resetting her cowl as she got to her feet.
The rendezvous point was close, less then a days walk to her south. A small Demacian camp at the northern most curve of the Serpentine River. Hardly anything special she knew; as it was where she had embarked from after riding to the river before traveling up it by boat. Reaching the camp was hardly the end of her traveling but it ment food, a cheap military cot and the end of her walking. Her boots though normally enough for weeks and on occasion months of traveling by foot had failed against the cold. Ashe had been nice enough to impart her with a few Freljordion tricks to keep frostbite at bay, tricks in the form of extra padding and a nice pare of thick socks though they did nothing to stop blisters.
The tent was finally tied into a tight roll and she slung it over her back. Taking a sip from her canteen. Her panic-induced gamble seemed to pay off. Cutting across the country side instead of following the river as was planned had eluded any possible persures she may have had, in fact Quinn hadn't seen another human being in nearly a week. Though the plan wasn't without its disadvantages, supplies had become short, the last of her water would likely be gone before she got to the camp though that was hardly life threatening. She shook the canteen with a frown and got to her feet, turning her brown eyes southward. The contents of the canteen were poured into her hand, barely filling her palm. She held it out to Valor. The bird blinked and with a soft chirp began to drink.
"Valor could you keep an eye out for some water?" Valor gave her a caw of reply, earning one of Quinn's tempered smiles. He hopped and with a beat of his wings we was in the air, another and he sored to the south, slowly circling upward. Quinn lowered the canteen to her hip in her slackened hand, briefly wished she could fly before beginning the march.
Her thumbs pinned the insides of the straps for her backpack. On the upside it was much lighter then it had been when she departed upriver, as it had been full of water, ammunition, salted meat and assorted other supplys, most of which were gone now; even her tinderbox was running light on fuel. She walked as she always did, a slight hunch with long stomping strides to avoid rocks, the sun beating at her cheek. Valor had circled silently above for the past two hours. Silence in her case was the safest thing in the world. Valor had always alerted her to threats miles before they saw her, or she saw them even if it was something like a mountain lion.
The sun now sat at the skys peak. She had briefly stopped to check her map and scratch Valor on the head before setting off again in a hikers march southward. The land had begun to incline downward, the air thickening as she kept marching. A smile played itself across her face as she did what she always did when she walked, thought. Quinn had found herself scribbling story's in her journal during nights she couldn't sleep, whole story's she just thought up to keep her brain from chewing on itself. They were always similar to one another. A sheltered farm girl would meet a boy from the city and the relationship would blossom forward as Quinn wrote words across her thoughts, perhaps she was projecting. A smirk sprung up, a rare mischievous expression.
The scene playing out in her thoughts shattered explosively as a caw from Valor shocked her back to reality. Ahead. Quinn raised an eyebrow. What the hell does that mean? She wondered, deciding not to whistle for him and possibly give away her position she maintained her pace. If it was danger Valor would warn her she reasoned. The smile broadened as one of the best signs shot through her head, recognition, the rock formation that stood defentally at the crest of the hill she was now descending struck a cord in her memory, it was visible from the encampment. Quinn shot a look upward at Valor. He had broken his circling to instead lazily glide ahead of her. Quinn reached the rocky structure, her gloved hand landing on its cold surface, she mused briefly in her story, imagining a kiss atop it in the sun set before rounding it and nearly walking into a young man. He yelped in surprise, hand falling to his sword, hers fell to her crossbow in the ritualistic greeting of the startled soldier.
He was on the short side, messy blonde hair said he had been stationed for some time. He blinked grey eyes at her. Before resetting to a less threatened stance. The Demacian battle armor he wore was dirtied and much heavier then what she had, steel sat across his chest and shoulders rather then leather, blue pant dusted softly with dirt. He lacked any badge of rank, meaning he had none; a rookie though he had clearly been here a long time and possibly even seen combat. The camp was in place to keep an eye on bandit raids approaching Demacian lands from the river and as a forward warning post to any action from the Freljord as was evident by the large signal fire that sat unlit in the small fortifications center.
Quinn stole a glance upward before returning her eyes to the soldier. Plesentry was something for later, at the moment she had one thing nagging at her attention. "Do you have some water?" she asked, her voice felt heavy. He shot her a small smile, he was a man helping a woman in need after all and reached for his canteen.
"The sergeant said something about expecting a scout." He began, watching her empty half his canteen. "you're early." Quinn shrugged and handed the container back to him. He had an accent, a country boy from more inland, likely serving his required four years just like how her carrier had begun. She strode past him, spotting the wooden walls of the camp less then a mile away. He marched after her. "Whats your name?"
"Quinn." she replied. Her voice felt smooth, her thirst quenched handily. She nodded a thank you at him as the camp approached. He struggled to keep up, her comfortable pace outmatched his though she could still hear him clunking loudly after her. Her brain sat on the edge of her story scape, unable to slip in with another human being near by. She sighed, suddenly bored and decided she was no longer in danger of revealing her position as the wall of the camp loomed over her. Her fingers found there way to her lips and she whistled, startling the soldiers emerging from the encampment. Her eyes shifted skyward as the soldiers began talking, something she could never bring herself to really enjoy. Perhaps it was because of all the time she spent on her own, she wasn't sure. The talking paused as Valor lazily landed on her outstretched arm, catching men by surprise.
"The commander said he wanted to see you as soon as you arrived." the blonde soldier spoke up, his hand falling to the shoulder not unoccupied by bird. Valor squawked and pecked at the gloved fingers, the hand withdrew with a surprised yelp as Valor protectively sat with his wings half furled. Quinn shook the shoulder he sat on.
"Val..." she half scolded half warded, shooting the hawk a soothing glance. "Calm down." Valor kept his eyes on the man like a gargoyle watching for evil spirits. The soldier escorted her as closely as he could while staying out of the birds reach from then on. She was an odd but hardly surprising sight. Everyone here had seen her before she departed. Quinn strode lazily through the camps center toward the largest of its structures. Logistics had been etched onto the heavy wooden door with some manner of tool, making it very clear she was in a field base not a fortress or even anything permanent. Valor adjusted himself, taloned feet digging into the leather on her shoulder as he centered himself like a feathered headdress. Quinn rolled her shoulder in its socket as the the blonde man in front of her pulled the door open and held it. Valor ducked forward, using his wings to awkwardly balance his way under the doorframe as Quinn paused.
The center of the room held a wooden table with a map, flags on tacs marked what she guessed were other encampments. A oil lantern sat at the tables edge, next to it a gilded helm with a gem sunken into its center, where the forehead would be. The three men leaning over the table looked up, there conversation stilling. To Quinn's left, 'scars' as she had learned to call him, the officer in charge of the encampment, named for the ragged three scars running across his face. A nice if not intimidating man. His eyes showing that he had seen a lot of death in the same ways that Quinn's did. Cool and analytical, constantly turning over the situation. She gave him a smile and turned to the man at her right. Her expression dropped off and she blinked as Jarvan the Forth, the crown prince straightened up in front of her. He shot her a smile, his eyes drooping from fatigue as they always did. Farther to her right stood a man in interesting purple robes that reached his feet, the hood was drawn back, revealing long blonde hair. Everything about him screamed he was no soldier, he was on the chubby side, his eyes investigative, hiding intelligence as he looked her over. A summoner, a rare sight but hardly an alien one.
"Sir" she nodded at Scars, then focused on Jarvan and gave a tired bow much to Valors protest. "Prince."
"You're early." Jarvan said, turning his full attention towards her. He spared the energy to smile again, more affectionately then before. Quinn's hand fell to her hip, her and Valor's weight shifting to her right foot. Jarvan's eyebrows climbed a millimeter as what seemed to be relief hit him. Quinn couldn't tell, she was one for stealth and precision, not social skills. Unable to cleanly identify what she was seeing had begun to make her nervous, perhaps she looked stupid.
Pushing the thought from her head said."I had to change my plans a bit, I'm guessing you did as well." her face became more grim. "I have important news." her backpack was unslung, electing a squawk of protest from Valor and a flap as his balance was disrupted. She pulled her journal from the backpacks depths and tossed it onto the table. "The rumors are true. The Tribes dividing Freljord are at odds with each other with the Avarosan being at its center. They attempt to resolve the conflict peacfully but are assaulted from all sides by other tribes and the elements." Quinn inhaled, shifting her weight again to balance and Valor began to preen himself. "and thats not the extent of the problems."
"What do you mean?" Jarvan muttered, reaching to pick up the journal, it fell open to a very detailed drawing of a woman in a hood holding a bow of ice, a woman he recognized from the Fields of Justice as Ashe.
"Well my change of plans? They were to allude a persurer. Thumb forward a few pages if you please." Quinn frowned, stoically recounting the moments in which she was so sure her life was about to end she had given Valor her journal. Jarvan paused at the odd drawing infront of him, the summoner and commander both cocked eyebrows.
"She followed me and Val as we escaped the frostguard city, they are defentally hiding something, I witnessed them either worshiping or preforming a ritual around a giant stone eye. The same symbol-" Quinn leaned in and thumbed the sketch of the frostguards banner. "it was everywhere in there city, etched in stone on bricks, on flags and standards, pottery, everywhere. Lissandra herself seemed a bit off as well. She was very vague about any of her relations with the other tribes, dismissing issues with trolls as nothing but not taking action despite people dieing" Jarvan nodded at her to go on, listening intently.
"Who followed you?"
Quinn paused. "Who? More like what." she turned the page back to the odd drawing, a tall slender form, lacking eyes though vaguely human. "she- it was silent, gliding across the ice as if one with the land, a black shadow spread through the ice around her. She was utterly motionless, not even a twitch, like a statue. This ghilli suit saved my life, I pressed myself into a snow bank while Valor flew ahead with my journal. She stopped in front of me, looked right at me for a brief moment then turned and disappeared into the darkness." Quinn sighed, she had been in sticky situations, once even having a Noxian soldier trod on her foot while she was hidden less then a foot from the patrol but this was a bit different. "I have no idea if she spared me or just didn't see me." Quinn paused, looking at Jarvan hard before withdrawing the full written event from its home folded inside her backpack and handing it to him. He opened it, noting its length is it unraveled itself into the table.
He nodded at her, eyes skimming text carefully. "Dismissed." he muttered over the information, leaning so the summoner could read over his forearm. Quinn gave him a salute and turned on her heel to leave. Her stomach growled at her, setting her next goal clearly in her head. Sneaking a look over her shoulder she met Jarvan's eyes for a brief second before they snapped down sheepishly in an attempt to pretend he wasn't looking. "I will travel to the Institute tomorrow and inform my men. Should this 'Witch' be real the Avarosan may require assistance."
She reached up and rubbed the feathers on Valors left wing. "Good job."
Food is one of the few things Quinn finds herself truly taking comfort in. from home cooked meals to hastily prepared dishes on the battlefield, in this case, it doesn't matter. The Scout often found her feet never stopped aching until her surprisingly vicious appetite was sated. A soft smile teased the corners of her mouth as she poured over her third plate during the camp's call for dinner. Valor sat at her side working on the trout that cook had been nice enough to provide. Her ears picking up snippets of conversation. Without being told directly she seemed to have acquired the nickname That bird girl. As was often the case with military instillations and their lack of stimulation the second something happened it was the topic of the day, in this case, that was her and Valor. She grinned softly to herself then blinked as a the clatter of a tray ripped her from her food induced trance.
Valor gave a ruffle of his feathers as Quinn looked up, the blond summoner fired a smile back at her from across the table.
"Hello" he said cheerfully. "High Summoner Werhan" he introduced himself. Quinn blinked, sneaking a look at Valor as the bird began to get more protective. Her hand instinctively found its way to his feathery neck, rubbing the top of his head.
"Quinn." she said quietly. Never had talking really appealed to her, nor had volume. "Where's Prince Jarvan?" the question presented itself with reserved but interested tones.
Werhan paused his chewing briefly and swallowed. "He doesn't eat often. I believe he is still resting in his quarters." Quinn raised an eyebrow. Jarvan was not what she expected. He was an exemplar and a prince, though he seemed to be at the mercy of his responsibility and his health was questionable.
Probably against her better judgment she opened her mouth to pry. "Does he do this a lot?" she asked.
Werhan sighed tiredly, his smile remaining. "Yeah he does, at least I think so. I haven't worked with him long."
"How long?"
"Only when League politics having to do with Demacian politics leaves our grounds, Freljord in this case." Quinn nodded, turning back to her food.
"Let me guess, we are leaving for the city tomorrow?" Quinn said between bites.
"Jarvan and myself are." Werhan answered, his eyebrows climbed on his head. "There is a bit of a development involving you." A letter was pulled from inside his purple robe and placed it in front her with two fingers. Quinns hand caught Valor levelly as he prepared to peck the summoners hand.
"Calm down." she muttered, reaching for the envelope. A blue wax seal bore the Demacian chest. She carefully pinned it between her fingers and popped the folds open. A half sheet of paper sat within, displaying surprisingly little text. An illustration of a summoner pushing apart a Noxian and Demacian soldier sat proudly at the bottom left corner.
"At the league we call those... political invitations." Quinn was half listening, eyes skimming text acutely. "it seems the Demacian higher ups would like you and your feathery friend to represent them on the Fields of Justice. Congratulations." Werhan nearly mused, it was amazing someone of his body type could speak in such a relaxed manner. Quinn finished, the letter topped itself off with a swirl of hand writing.
Signed Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Forth, The exemplar of Demacia.
Signed High Counsiler Vessaria Kolminye of the League of Legends.
"So its an order..." Quinn said flatly to nobody. A few flickers of nervousness zipped by, Quinn for all her experience had never been involved in straight prolonged combat, not in the way the League required. She knew she was ill equipped in experience and skillset.
"Yep, a political arrangement. I would consider it an honor personally." Werhan said smiling, spotting her gloomy expression. Quinn had been looking forward to home, perhaps it was just ill timing, perhaps not.
"Its out of my area of expertise." She said. Valor squawked softly, probing her hairline with his beak comfortingly.
He smirked. "I wanted to be a cosmetic mage while I was in the academy... My grades were just too good I guess. Consider this a compliment." Quinn smirked. A cosmetic mage. he scooped up his plate. "Jarvan arranged a second escort to take you there tomorrow morning, you should arrive late afternoon. You'll go through your reflection and be free to do as you please for the rest of the day, as is standard policy."
"Great..." she snarkily shot at him. A life changing order right after a life threatening mission, gotta love the military. "Are you worried?" she asked softly. Valors expression shifted imperceptibly.
Nah. Quinn smirked at him, jokingly slapping his side. "You joker, Valor and Quinn the newest Champions under the Demacian flag, let the world stop us dead or crumble at our feet."
"Exactly." Werhan smirked at her, Quinn blinked, not realizing he was still there. "Welcome to the League of Legends." he turned to return her tray. Quinn watched him, deciding some sleep was in order before her lazy but tiring journey tomorrow she scooped up her and Valor's trays, motioning for him to perch atop her shoulders. She strode off towards the line, her life ahead of her; just like her first night under the standard. She smiled to herself, shifting her eyes upward towards Valor.
"You're right, don't worry, we got this." She said to him confidently, but as her eyes shifted back to the envelop in her hands a question nagged as if some manner of insect was chewing on her brain stem.
The wind bit playfully at Quinn's nose, making her shiver. And as she quietly ducked the low hanging doorframe of the barracks a yawn from inside followed her out. The sound escaped into night with silence so complete she felt like she was walking in a suit of armor. Panning around she saw the camp to be empty, all but for the lone guard with night watch in the camps single wooden tower. She smirked, his eyes were directed out not in. her thoughts flicked to Valor whom sat puffed up next to her pillow like a sleeping cat. It was very rare she went anywhere without him and admittedly the feeling of being alone was odd.
The door sat squarely in front of her. Logistics. Much more loudly then she would have liked she crossed the foot beaten dirt. The fabric over her fingers had always made turning circular metal doorknobs annoying as it slid under her fingers. She gripped it like a policemen about to bash the door in with her shoulder but rather then breach the camps command center the latch clicked out of place and she slide inside like a ghost.
Without the oil-lamp the room was much darker then before. An eyebrow cocked. It was hardly after hours, simply to cold to be roaming around. The heavy snoring from Scars in the room to her left broke that train of thought. Quinn stepped around the table from memory, she had questions unanswered and while feeling obligated to information was silly she continued on anyways.
Towards the back of the room a small hall opened up, its left lined with three doors. The first was framed by a halo of candle light escaping around the door. No sound came from within. She swallowed, this was probably a bad idea. "Excuse me, Sir." she said a little more quietly then she intend. Hurriedly Quinn attempted to recover with a clearing of her thought. "I know its late and I don't want to disturb you but I have a question; a few questions- I mean." she paused, asking her brain where her ability to speak at gone. There was a thump, weight hitting the lazily crafted wooden floor, a few more and the door clicked and open. The door itself turned out to be nearly paper thin, Quinn herself was small but she had no doubt it would collapse if she leaned on it. And as Jarvan leaned tiredly to put his face underneath the low hanging doorframe she bit her lip.
His armor lay in the corner rather then adorning himself like it had before. Instead he wore simple white cotton. The hand not holding the door was clamping a small leather book the size of Quinn's hand with swirling gold writing across the front. The Measured Tread. The book was standard issue, so much so that she had seen Noxian soldiers collecting them as trophies. She had an identical copy in her pack, though hers was bent and suffered from water damage as the pack did not keep out rain like it should. Nervously she pushed on. "I was wondering, Sir. Why pick me to join the League? I haven't done anything of note, I have no notable rank and I come from a what could be considered a peasant family." Quinn asked softly, her eyes snuck behind her towards the snoring.
Jarvan looked at her silently for a moment. Quinn had noticed that he had very obvious expressions, a thinking face. "Remember what you said to me when I met you at the kings guard ceremony?" he smiled tiredly.
"Demacia needs heroes to hold the banner for its people, that I want to be one and do my city proud, Sir." Quinn said. She blinked going on hurriedly. "I know that we brought in that assassin but that doesn't make me really-" Jarvan held up his hand, booklet framed in his palm.
"Remember what I said after you introduced yourself?" he half smirked. Quinn blinked, eyeing the golden lettering of the Measured Tread. The smile grew, creasing his face slightly. He's playing with me. Why is he playing with me?
She drew a breath, recalling the events the best she could. "...Not to call you sir." she eventually said. She sighed as he smirked before lowering his hand and stepping from the doorway.
"There you go." he stood straight. "its silly but I really dislike being a prince sometimes." he glanced down the hall into the room beyond. "everyone walks on eggshells around me like I'm a Noxian berserker. I don't want to intimidate my own countrymen. That being said, you clearly don't want to fight in the League." he frowned. "Explain if you please, just pretend I'm not a prince."
Quinn cocked an eyebrow Why so comforting? "I feel as though I'm not talented enough." Quinn lied. She was suddenly very afraid he would across her of being a coward, her mouth opened to justify herself but before she could he snorted.
"With the League that actually doesn't matter much." he eyed her slyly. She paused awkwardly.
"I feel as though my skills can be better used by Demacia behind enemy lines, S-." she stopped herself. "And I know you're aware of that, so I'm confused why you would reassign me."
"You said you wanted to be a toughlight? And carry the standard on the day of Victory?"
"Yes, S- Yes"
"You feel as the League isn't a place where you can do that?"
Quinn sighed. "Yes. It isn't real war. So there is no real victory."
Jarvan stared at her thinking for a long time, turning the booklet in his hand endlessly. Quinn was regretting her choice in asking him all together, she felt very exposed. Finally he spoke. "I didn't want to join it either." he admitted begrudgingly. Looking her squarely in the eyes he grinned brightly. Somehow the expression put her at ease and though she questioned why she didn't have time to complete the thought. "Get some sleep." he ordered. "You're family will be proud of you." Quinn sighed silently before saluting him, to her surprise he give her a bow. Her body turned as she stared, blood creeping into her face before he gave a friendly good night and ducked into his room.
Not what I expected at all...
- - - 16.06.24CLE
Quinn stole a look over her shoulder at the encampment. The early morning sun hung coldly just above the trees. She shivered, her garb wrapped up and safely tucked into her backpack, a simple white cotton shirt and traveling chaps in its place. Valor sat carefully on her shoulders, taking flight with a caw the instant he spotted the carriage. Nothing fancy but hardly anything ugly enough to scare the hawk away, he just didn't like the bumpy enclosed space. Quinn followed him with her eyes as he began to lazily circle. The Squire atop the carriage, a brown haired young man probably in his early teens, tipped his hat. Her bag was lazily tossed onto the seat, a space large enough for four large people greeted her singular self. The door snapping shut behind her "YHA!" echoed from above her and the small room rocked into motion.
Quinn found herself zoning off, as was often the case in carriage rides. Her attention flicking from the scrawling stories in her journal, to the scenery and back without any order or pattern as random as the bumps in the road. Her position had slowly shifted from sitting to pressing her back against the padded fabric of the seat with her feet against the ceiling. Scenes flicking before her eyes as the horse gave a whinny. The road had become smoother, she noted briefly in the real world before flicking back to the colorful one at the tip of her pen. A caw split the attention void again for but a moment, an excited caw of something new and unknown. Quinn frowned at her last sentience, a kiss was never something she could properly display in text. Or maybe she could and just didn't know, no experience assisted her.
Chatter could be heard, people talking on the road outside. Quinn peaked her eyes over her journal, spotting the ceiling of the carriage. The muted talking became realistic in volume all at once, the world was knocking. She closed the book and shook her head, removing the last imaginative traces from her mind. Her head left the window. A crowded market street passed her by, shops loomed in front of her, between them people passed by going about their daily lives. The city wasn't grand, a lot of it being made of wood rather then stone but one structure stood out. A staircase lead its way up to pillared arches under marble. White gleaming stone, hardly the largest she had seen, but foreign in this simple town none the less. It sat out of place in the wooden city that spread from it. A single looming spire pierced the sun lazily as Quinn rounded the corner. A market square stood before her as the carriage came to a stop. It was large enough to host a crowd, stalls assembled around its edges selling all manner of things. In its center sat a fountain, a robed man pushing apart a charging Noxian and Demacian soldier at its center.
Peace at any cost. The words sat etched at the stone summoners feet. In front of her stood a sweeping flight of stairs. "M'lady, We've arrived." the squire called, his head ducked into her field of vision. Quinn nodded at him wordlessly and scooped up her belongings. The journal was shoved amongst her clothing in her bag and hidden away. She slung it over her shoulder and opened the door into the world. Her legs felt numb and neglected, an alien sensation. Her fingers coiled around the doorframe of the carriage as she leaned backward and stretched, audible cracking emoted from her spine and knees as she completed the action. "best of luck to ya'" the squire tipped his hat and gave the horse a prod with the toe of his boot. Quinn eyed the next step in her life, something new and unexplored. Standing in the square briefly she swallowed and stepped slowly toward the Institute of War.
She marched up the stairs, nearly to the top before her body gave a single sign of protest. With any luck I'm fit enough for this. She thought to herself. The sun prodded at her skin, it was on the warm side of things at a good eighty degrees. No wind to speak of allowed the orb or light to provide its loving heat undirected by the valley winds. The final step was conquered, her foot meeting flat marble. The entrance arched about her head, no door sealed inside from out. Quinn raised an eyebrow. Snow was not something uncommon in the valley north of the Great Barrier. The chatter of the square failed to reach its way up the stairs, no sound left the institute, past the pair of robed guards eyeing Quinn.
Her fingers rose to her lips. a whistle cut across the square below, turning heads both in front and behind her. Valor cawed in reply, with a few audible flaps he came to a taloned rest on her shoulder. "Ouch." Quinn quietly squeaked at the talons. Valor gave an apologetic coo and turned his eyes forward, briefly sounding like an oversized pigeon. Eyes under hoods met theirs from inside. Quinn decided to ignore the stares and murmurs that escaped to her ears as she gave the guards a nod and proceeded past.
"The door on your left miss." One said lazily as she passed. Quinn looked at him puzzled then looked to her left. A small door presented itself inside the pillared room. At its end were a pair of large oaken double doors, the end of the public space and the beginning of Valoran's secretive peace keeping headquarters. The room glimmered faint blue, a startling but not drastic drop in temperature took place as she stepped through the arch. Torches lit the walls, silent blue magic flames sitting atop each, dancing in celebration of her arrival.
The door pressed against her fingers. The summoners behind her, paused on there way to who knows where, watched her and Valor with peaked interest. Quinn understood, this was the ritual, she was new after all. She steeled herself and pushed the door open. Inside was a torch lined hallway, thin columns on either side of a azure rug that ran its length. At the end sat a door adorned with a golden plaque. The second the door closed behind her, everything was silent, magical silence. The room smelled faintly of enchantments, that familiar but faint odor, like freshly cut grass. She walked as quietly as she could, her breathing and footsteps echoing regardless of her talents in stealth. Etching met her eyes on the plaque ahead. Quinn bit her lip.
The truest enemy lies within. Sat on the plagues gleamings surface. She inhaled through her nose. "You ready?" she muttered.
Yep
"Okay then." Quinn pushed the door open, with her hand. It smacked the wall with a thunk. Utter blackness greeted her, the stone tiles disappearing after about ten feet. Quinn scanned it with her eyes. Darkness was no enemy of hers, it had helped her many times. She stepped in, Valor's talons digging into her shoulders as he bent forward under the door frame. The door closed behind her on its own with a dull thunk, leaving her blind. Her hand fell to the guard of bowgun, her feet spreading slightly. No sound aside from a nervous coo from Valor and her own breathing.
A voice, first an exhale into the blackness. Deeper in pitch then Quinn's own, saturated with authority. "Why do you wish to Join the League of Legends?" the woman's voice asked. Quinn, scanned the darkness, it had no source, no point of origin, it was coming from the very walls.
"We have something to prove and wish to represent the Demacian Standard on the fields of battle." Quinn called back, Valor added a squawk. Quinn blinked, silence answered them, a weight on her shoulder gone. Talons no longer dug into her skin. She blinked again. The ground left her feet all at once, her stomach turning over. She was falling, Valor was gone. The ground slammed into her feet; color melted into view in front of her. The whisperings of tree and wind, ignorant to the direness of her and her brothers situation. She found herself in a clearing, pinetrees surrounding them on all sides. A peaceful place three miles north of there farm house out in the eastern rural Demacian border lands.
"GO! RUN!" was shouted. Quinn hardly heard him, her feet fighting her emotions. Poachers were hardly the worst thing they could have run into. A stray Noxian force, maybe even a dragon would have been more expected. Quinn found herself fighting back tears and her wounded brother Caleb pushed at her to go from the dirt, his hand clutching the arrow embedded in his knee.
"Don't be stupid!" she shot back, hauling him with considerable effort upright. His eyes were dull, he was loosing blood at an alarming rate, evident by the trickle of red that lead back into the treeline a trail that would draw there attackers to them. He smiled limply at her.
"I was the one that said I wanted real dangers, I always just dragged you along sis." he retorted. Quinn winced at the words. She bit her lip and attempted to drag him a step, if she could allude the trigger happy poachers she could patch him up and haul him home to mother and safety. He stumbled, dragging her down with him. The air weighed on them like a veil, a calm happy day corrupted by mortal danger. Every sound bit at her ears, trees sounding like footsteps, the wind like the whistle the fateful arrow had made.
"Shut up, I'm getting you home." she snapped, pulling him up again, her muscles screamed at her. She had never been more angry at her body. How dare it be tired at a time like this, the nerve. It wasn't a game anymore. Going into the woods and playing knights was a common past time for the two preteens but that was no longer the situation. There was no glory in it, she would arrive home, brother over her arm to worried screaming and a scolding but at least he would be alive, she hoped.
"There they are!" a voice hoarse from running in pursuit call from the woods. Quinn stole a terrified look over her shoulder, a thin man with a handcrafted bow dirtied from the woods broke from the tree line. A bear pelt on his back fluttered as he rapidly gained ground. Time seemed to slow as he skidded, raising the weapon. His eyes displayed that his way of life, moral or not was endangered, endangered by her and her brother. His companion, a larger man sporting multiple furs over his shoulders and back, a drawn sword in hand wasn't far behind him. She had no time to ponder why it was human beings fought each other as her fight or flight clicked into place. The stress, the pain, the tears all vanished, energy in there place, with strength she wasn't aware she had Quinn slung her brother over her shoulders like a cloak, gripping his wrists and broke off into a screaming run. The destination didn't matter, all that mattered was distance. But try as she might, driven as she was the body was not faster then the arrow.
A whistle followed by the fleshy thunk; a yelp of pain in her ear. She didn't need to look to see the arrow had struck Caleb in the back. Hot liquid was leaking over her back, staining her favorite shirt as the men shouted after them. The voices grew in volume. Then to her horror, she tripped. Her hands loosed around wrists to keep her face from slamming into a rocky embankment. Her eyes lifted. "Caleb!" she spluttered, he lay facedown breath being drawn but barely, his eyes afire.
"Run. I'll be fine." he said with a dazed smile, his face was pale, white clothing stained crimson. He was lying. Quinn always knew when Caleb lied, but this was different. Confidence to shield from grim deliverance as his fingers clutched the dagger in his belt. Quinn scrambled to her feet, their attackers just on them. Caleb amazingly was on his feet, if barely. Quinn felt her feet spreading into a stance she had no understanding of, he had taught her to fight a little bit but never anything important. He glared at her over his shoulder, leveling the glimmering weapon in a valorous if pathetic defense. "RUN!" he bellowed. A howl and swish of a sword being swing. Steel on steel. Sparks. "Now god dammit!"
Quinn swallowed her pride and did the thing she regretted most in her whole life. she pivoted her hips, ripping her eyes from the valiant last stand, and ran; tears streaming down her cheeks in an attempt to stay and help her brother, she reached the tree line. The sounds of fighting had ended, Quinn ignored it, unable to turn and look she ran as the trees watched.
The ground left her feet as they pounded the forest floor, the color fleeing the scene until it was dark. The air had softened, humid in the next years summer as the world began to return. Earth and twinges crunched under her heavy boots as she marched solemnly. Rain beat heavily against the trees, wetting her hair. Dragging it out of her eyes she broke the tree line. Before her sat a clearing, smaller then she remembered and the subject of many a bad dream. She frowned, marching forward into it, in her hand was clutched a dandy lion. "Annoying yellow puffballs, to hell with the lot of them." shot through her brain as she eyed it. A smirk broke her lips, remembering how much it annoyed him to find them sitting on his belongings, sitting because she put them there. He hated them because they made him sneeze, she loved them because he hated them, now memories weighed more then names. Kneeling down she placed it on the flat rocky embankment she had tripped on nearly a year ago and stared.
Something caught her attention, a sound a distressed chirp. Looking up she scanned, history making her a bit paranoid she admitted but this was not a sound that implied danger. It was to her left. Quinn stole a look at the yellow flower on the wet stone a final time before taking a step away. The chirping grew louder, it was avian in nature. odd birds hid away during the rain, something was wrong. Her brown eyes met the source of the noise. A gray sopping wet ball of down in the dirt, it shifted, tiny eyes spotting her. A fledgling, knocked loose from a nest or abandoned she did not know.
"This is a place of death." Quinn muttered, kneeling down to scoop fluffy animal up into her cupped hands. It curled up, taking comfort in her body heat. "No place for you." it chirped. "You just need a friend don't you." she knew it couldn't understand her but didn't care as she brought the animal to the crux of her chin and turned to leave, stealing a glance at where she had last seen Caleb.
"Me too."
the world dissolved slowly, fading to black with a sigh. Quinn was unsure if the sound belonged to her or not. A smile snuck onto her face as sharp talons adjusted on her shoulders, Valor chirped questioningly at her. She reached up to rub his feathers.
"Why do you wish to Join the League of Legends?"
Quinn directed her eyes forward, the rear of her throat stung. "I don't. I just want to defend my friends and family just like I have been doing all my life." her fingers dug into the feathers atop Valors head. He squawked in response.
"How does it feel having your mind exposed?"
"I haven't even given it a second thought." Quinn replied softly, a smile teasing her lips.
"Very well then. Welcome to the League of Legends, Quinn." a protesting squawk. "And Valor." A doorway, opened with a creak at the rooms far edge, murmurs leaked in from the outside world. Quinn steeled herself, the finish line or another test; she was unsure. Robed figures stopped, forming a loose circle as Valor ducked his head to clear the door. They came in many shapes and sizes, many men some woman and a yordle or two; robes ranged from simplistic and sky blue to complex purple and gold. The woman leaning against the door sported different ones. Soft gray and gold, likely a badge of rank. Her hair was jet black with blond bangs that hung barely past her hood. She had a round face and blue eyes. A young woman but not too young, likely in her late thirties.
"Champion Quinn." she said softly, giving Valor a smiling but engaged nod. "And Valor; I am Elder summoner Parrish. She paused, inhaling through her nose. "I have been tasked with Familiarizing you with our institute as well as the rules of conduct you must follow as part of League of Legends." she ended the statement with a gleaming smile. Quinn nodded at her, noting she was an inch or so shorter as she panned her head around the circle. The summoners had begun to disband, her name slipping through the disbanding crowd.
"Dinner?" the elder summoner asked. Quinn blinked. Valor tilted his head confused. She smiled again. "Its just something I'm required to say by the Counselor. I figured after being on the road all day then having your memories peeled like an orange that you'd be a little hungry."
Quinn blinked again. "Well I-"
"Excellent" the Elder Summoner shot her a mischievous expression. "Follow me, your fellow companions will want to see how you did." Quinn decided obeying would be easier then replying as was often the case with orders. She had no idea how much freedom she actually had at the moment and until that was discovered, better not to tread on anyone's foot.
The summoner turned and lead Quinn into the center of the hall. It was large, double oaken doors at her back in front of her flanked by pillars was a stairway. At its top sat eight double doors, smaller then those behind her. Above all but the one on the farthest left sat a standard; the Demacian one rightfully located centrality above the staircase, Noxus sat next to the unmarked hall with Ionia and Freljord on the far right. The landing extended around the room, a large door sat ajar on Quinn's left, chatter and signs of life pouring out like water. On the right sat a closed door of equal size. Rows of doors flanked the pillars above and below the landing, some open. Summoners could be seen leaving and entering, books in hand. Most gave pause, eyeing Quinn and Valor questioningly before spotting the Elder Summoners Grey robes and shuffling away.
"As I'm sure you've guessed you are here by political arrangement so you will be quartered in the Demacian hall." she pointed. Quinn nodded.
"What about Valor?" she asked, Valor eyed her carefully.
Parrish smiled brightly. "we have no rules against him staying with you, we just ask that he doesn't maul anybody... outside of the Fields of Justice." she corrected herself, an unnerving smile sat on her face. Quinn grinned.
"Keep the mauling to a minimum, understand Val?"
Fuck you. Quinn laughed, she wasn't sure why it was funny. Parrish motioned for her to follow, making her way for the stairs. Her steps were hurried, as was often the case in politics. Quinn found herself marching after her, Valor wobbling on her shoulders as she began to climb there stairs.
"Tomorrow we will ask you to attend what we call a balancing match. We will pit you against another champion, someone whos abilities are well understood compared to everyone else, to see where you sit on the power curve." Quinn cocked her head, raising an eyebrow as the two reached the landing. "we want everyone here to be equally powerful, so everything's fair if we find that you sit too far one way or the other we will magically adjust your abilities on the Fields of Justice to fix it." she explained. "No one dies here, the Fields are covered in enchantments that cheat death. Should you fall you will find yourself standing on the summoners platform." she looked at Valor. "You too."
"So what your saying is tomorrow you expect me to kill somebody." Quinn said flatly.
"Yes." Elder Summoner Parrish smiled "with extreme prejudice. Though they wont actually be dead, make sense?" Quinn found herself a tad dumbstruck. Parrish pointed to her left. "that is the mess hall. Its open all hours of the day and night, though it only serves food eight in the morning through nine at night. You will find all manner of food from all around the world in there and because you're a Champion its all free. Only experienced summoners are allowed in to eat amongst to champions; to keep anyone from killing each other." she shot Quinn a smile drawing a breath through her nose before pointing to her right. "That leads to the Institute Gardens. Just a place to relax. Below us and to our left is the Library, the largest and most expansive in Valoran. And finally you will be issued an allowance by the League of Legends in addition to anything you may already have. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Your room is the one missing its plaque, I believe you're next to Luxanna Crownguard." And with that she turned on her heel and marched back down the stairs, leaving Quinn and Valor alone in the center of an annex of things to do.
Valor squawked, squeezing her left shoulder and giving his wings a boom as if to drag her. "Okay Okay Feather-head." Quinn giggled, marching as commanded towards the mess hall. Admittedly she was rather hungry. She smiled to herself as she strode through the open door. She paused, stunned. The hall was large but it wasn't the scale that stopped her in her tracks. The collection of oddity's was immense. Across from her sat a line of venders with stalls, lines formed in front of each of varying lengths as the chatter washed over her and Valor. The bird shrank on her shoulders, curling against the noise.
"Easy.." She muttered, rubbing his feathers. "You're the one that wanted to come in here." she shot at him snarkily. Valor glared down at her briefly. Quinn scanned the crowd, trying to decide what she wanted to eat, such a decision for her, was rare. Food was often what she could catch or what was given to her in a barracks.
A whistle broke her focus, from behind her. She wheeled about, coming face to face with chubby purple robed summoner with long blond hair. "Hello." Werhan said enthusiastically, his mood was considerably more energetic then when she had first met him. He smiled, flanked by three other smiles. To his right, two other male summoners, one tall and skinny with a scraggly beard, the other slightly shorter with more well cempt brown hair and a mischievous smile. To his right a short woman, on the chubby side with glasses. Her eyes were brown like Quinn's though her face was covered in freckles. She beamed.
"Lemme guess." the shorter of the two male summoners spoke up, he sported a Piltover accent and sarcastic tone. "This is why we had to work with a SECOND replacement for the last few days." he shot at Werhan.
"Yep, this is Quinn. I actually handed her her form last night." He said somewhat proudly. Quinn decided not to say anything, instead just opting to watch as sarcastic jabs exploded forth in front of her.
"COMIN THROUGH." boomed from behind their group, causing Valor to squawk loudly in surprise. A woman with vivid pink hair ducked one of the summoners arms. He apologized and hurried out of the way as she strutted passed them, rubbing her hands together in expectation of food. Behind her sighed a woman in a purple dress and a tall hat. Quinn eyed the rifle slung over her back as she gave Valor an odd look before smiling, tipping her hat and hurrying after her friend. Quinn briefly wondered why she was still standing there as the summoners talked amongst themselves, forgetting her existence. She shrugged, a hidden code to Valor for Shhh, turned on her heel and ventured forth into the crowd.
after a boring wait in the Demacian line she emerged with a tray covered in food. She frowned at how heavy it was before stepping around a large minotaur and shuffling off towards the less crowded side of the room. She paused. Many of the tables had a singular Champion placed at them, eating or reading or staring directly at her as was one particular woman's case. She was small, amazingly small. Quinn briefly wondered if Valor was actually taller then her. She smirked at the idea. She was tiny but Valor stood at an impressive fourteen inches with a four foot wingspan; impressive for a bird. The woman was Ionian, sporting a brown traveling cloak and short ragged obsidian hair framing an angled face. She had thin eyebrows with a small nose and an unnerving smile; which broadened as Quinn fished for information. A thump echoed behind her. The minotaur from earlier stepped heavily around her, expressing extreme care with not only the pile of food on his tray but her and Valor.
"Excuse me." he muttered giving a friendly though bovine smile. Quinn watched him march passed her and seat himself across from the Ionian. She smirked at him, eyeing Quinn still before saying something Quinn couldn't hear. The bull shrugged. Quinn pulled her eyes from them, marching passed to one of the few empty tables and placing her food down on it. Valor hopped from her shoulders to the table top with a clink from his talons, calling dibs on the fish. Quinn smiled at him, pushing a bit of potato into her mouth before withdrawing her journal from her back. A quill followed it as the small book fell open. Though this side of the hall was considerably less loud it still was hard for her to focus. Somehow she managed, slipping into writing an entry.
A slam broke her from her trance, Valor jumped slightly, looking up with Quinn towards its source. A large man in Demacian battle armour with a hard face placed himself in the seat across from her. Quinn recognized him as Garen. He smiled brickishly at her as a smaller blond woman in similar though more compact armour sat herself next to him.
"Hello Fellow Demacian! And Congratulations!" Garen boomed, creating a soft echo. Quinn shrank as attention was drawn to the table.
"Indeed." the woman thrust her hand across the table. Her expression shown blindingly as she seemed to glimmer. Quinn had seen her before but only talked to Garen. This woman was Luxanna, his younger sister and one of Demacias most famous mages after the more recent incident with Noxus. Quinn had been deployed at the time behind Noxian lines and still felt a tad stupid that no information on the surprise attack had leaked through her to the high command.
"Parrish told you everything that's happening?" Garen asked. Quinn gave him a shy nod. Lux's smile grew as she spotted it. The two chattered amongst themselves as Quinn divided her time between rubbing Valors wing and Scribbling in her journal, her food was finished before her entry although just barely partly due to Valor's insane apatite. The journal was snapped shut and Quinn looked up. Garen and Lux had both finished there food and relaxingly chattered to each other. Quinn had begun to feel tired, perhaps its was because she was around people to much.
"I'm going to go to bed if that's okay." she spoke up.
"Do you know where your room is?" Lux asked cheerfully.
"Yeah." Quinn got to her feet.
"Good luck on the fields tomorrow." Garen boomed, as Quinn had experienced before the man only had one volume and it was loud.
"Thank you. we plan to do Demacia proud. But do you know who I'm fighting?" Quinn asked, spotting the Ionian woman watching her out of the corner of her eye. Upon closer observation she noted the womans eyes; strangely were blue. Very odd for an Ionian.
"I do not, they normally give you somebody that you share a role with. I overheard the more competitive summoners saying you may be placed top lane or bottom lane with a support, they don't know what will work best yet." Garen answered, he leaned on his elbows, rubbing his chin. Quinn had no idea what he meant, though she knew she would understand later. With that she gave Garen a salute, held her arm out for Valor to hop onto and turned to leave.
Garen watched her step carefully through the much smaller though still present crowd and out of sight. A soft fluttering next to him got his attention. The small Ionian leaned over the table, smiling broadly. Lux nodded at her.
"How was your match?" Lux asked.
"Simple enough." her pitch was softer then Lux's though still on the high end of the spectrum. "I seem to always beat Ezreal, I don't know why summoners keep taking him mid." Lux winced.
"Stop beating up on Ezy'."
"No."
Lux groaned "well thank you for not scaring her, Celene." Lux said brightly, Celene raised her eyebrows.
"Who is she?"
"Quinn. One of Demacia's best scouts, Jarvan personally requested she join the League after she proved herself a number of times." Garen replied.
"I see. Interesting." the smile teased on her lips mischievously as it always did.
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