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Luxanna had been at war for too long. Where she once had been the beacon of light and peace and all that was good about Demacia, she was now an instrument of its army, a flame to burn away the Noxians who dared challenge them. A part of her knew she had to do her part, but she also saw the cycle she was perpetuating.
She grew attached to the soldiers who served her, they were killed by Noxians, so she fought and destroyed, and then received new soldiers. So when she received orders from Demacian high command to end the war by any means necessary, she started to plot.
Demacia had won the last dozen major battles, and Noxus was nearly repelled back inside their own borders. All it would take is one decisive blow, and Lux's own father had given her the news of the whereabouts of General Darius and his small personal army. All she had to do was defeat him and put her plan to end the war in action.
Darius was a cunning man, but rarely deceptive. He only ever had to use tricks when he was younger, an orphan living on the streets of a poverty stricken Noxus. But he rose through the ranks of the military through strength and intelligence alone. When the queen of deception herself came to him, he knew what he was about to hear was not going to be to his liking, but his respect for Grand General Swain demanded that he at least hear out his left hand, LeBlanc.
"Jericho wants to win the war," She said, lounging on his bed like a cat. "And he wants you to do it."
Darius glared at her, "I know that he wants to win. What do you think these battles have been about? It's not my fault he gives me a tenth the forces I need to actually win."
"Don't worry sweetheart," she purrs, her voice taking on a low tone. "We aren't running low on troops or anything. In fact, we have been building our army, using you and your forces as a stalling tactic. Demacia chases you, thinking they are winning against those untrained peasants we give you, while our real army receives training for months before their first engagement against a tired Demacia."
Through this, Darius' expression darkens and he grips his axe tight, knuckles bright white. "So giving me all those green men, and forcing me to send them to their deaths was all part of the plan. Swains master plan involved me nearly getting killed.
LeBlanc nods, standing finally. "Don't worry so much, Darius. You're here, you're fine. Anyway, next time you get in a fight, lose hard. Just make sure you don't die before you get to see it.
"See what?" Darius asks, fuming but curious.
"Swain himself is coming out to do battle, so make it a good show. And if you get yourself captured instead of killed, you may just get to watch Demacia burn," She replied, tapping his chestplate before disappearing in a puff.
Lux stared in awe at the sun warrior before her, glowing gold armor and fiery red hair. A lance and shield that emanated pure power.
"I really am sorry, Madame Leona, but the plan only works if you are using common soldiers gear," she said, displeased with her own plan now that she had seen her with her own eyes.
""Luxanna, please just Leona. And your plan sounds marvelous, although it will not work if I do not at least have my lance," the Solari replied.
"Of course!" Lux replied brightly. Daybreak would come soon, and with it, hopefully the end of the war.