Once again the grand rivalry between the states of Noxus and Demacia threatened to bring war upon the land. The institute of war was a mess, with people running up and down the golden corridors with papers in their hands with demands, and counter demands. The threat of war was nothing new, but this time neither side would back down. Noxian patrols have routinely gone missing, so after the Hand of Noxus was sent to investigate he found those responsible, Demacian deserters with dangerous artefacts in their possesion. Noxus killed these deserters and seized the artefacts. The royal families of Demacia however demanded that these be returned to them. Noxus rejected this, and hence the dispute began. With war slowly coming champions from both states were called to the Institute of War, in order to be the last possible chance to preserve peace, a battle on the fields of Justice.
Demacia sent their best, the Might of Demacia was to lead the Demacian delegation in negotiation and in battle if it comes to that. Garen was reluctant to accept his responsibility but in the end bowed to his superiors. What he protested more about is the bringing of his sister, Luxanna. Luxanna, or Lux as many called her, was just a young woman whose only priority was preparing to serve her family and country, at least that was what appeared on the surface. In reality Lux wanted so much more than to be just a blind servant to her family and country, she wanted to see the world, and not hide from it behind city walls. Such ideas would not be accepted by the people she needed the most to support her, her family. Yet, that wasn't the most condenming secret she held within her.
Many thought her just a regular person, but she was anything but, she was a mage, and a very potent one. Her family, and country, hated mages. Demacia view the wars as the sole fault of mages and sometimes Noxus, and both of these are hated by all in the country. Some mages, like healers, are tolerated but are locked outside walls, not allowed in the city walls. This worried Lux, if they find out who she really is, what would happen?
The golden doors opened for the Demacian envoy, and the group walked into the large building with many summoners greeting them with wide, and fake, smiles. Garen marched through without interacting with them. Lux's heart beats slowly, in case the summoners notice her powers, but fortunately, the summoners largely ignored her. "Damn mages" she heard Garen murmur under his breath. Things like that increased her anxiety of what would happen if he found out, their relationship has been strained enough in these last few years, with him doing nothing but staying in the capital training with the Dauntless Vanguard. She missed him so, but also was relieved that he was not near her, so he couldn't find out. They slowly walked down the wide hallways with large windows, people rushing past them, some Demacian, some Noxian. They were headed towards the Demacian quarters of the building. Garen walked a few paces ahead, with people standing out of his way, not wanting to anger the man. All but one. A man with large black coat stood in the way of the marching Demacian, with his back turned to Garen and Lux. Garen stopped. "Excuse me." The man turned around and for Lux, time seemed to stop. The man was slightly shorter than Garen with large black armour, missing one hand, and in its place a large glowing hand. He put that hand up, and a raven flew in the window, landing on it. The man's white hair was being blown by the wind slightly cover his raven black eyes, which were staring right through Garen, and at her.
"Jericho Swain!" Garen gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to smack the "Grand General" of Noxus. "Garen Crownguard. A pleasure." The Grand General made an over exaggerated bow. "And Luxanna Crownguard, am i correct?" Once again Swain laid his eyes on her, but this time it was more uncertain. Garen stepped in between them. "Yes that is my sister, but no need for you to bother her, she is just here to observe the negotiations." Swain smiled. "So she is a political student, is that it?" his question had a hint of disbelief which scared Lux, did he know? No he couldn't! Garen's voice became less polite. "Yes, and I demand you drop the subject." Swain laughed. The laugh sent a chill down the spine of everyone around him. He laughed for a good minute before he stared at Garen. "Dont try my patience! Diplomacy is a subtle art, and you are anything but, my dear Garen. Miss Crownguard, dont take lessons from your brother." and with that the Grand General turned and walked away, whistling a tune.