Hi guys, I'm new around here so I hope you enjoy my fanfic! Chapters will be regularly updated (I'm hoping this fic won't last too long) but I'll be studying so I hope you guys have the patience to wait around. This fanfic will follow the Journal of Justice and League Lores as close as possible, but I'll be adding in my own flair and storyline to it. Enjoy & do review! x
The silence of war hung in the air, like a knife waiting for the most opportune moment to strike from the shadows. Two nations stood upon the battlefield, waiting for the most opportune moment to unleash their armies upon each other. Demacia, the continent's paragon of virtue amongst all the other city states, against Noxus, the moral antithesis of Demacia, where power reigns and not the king. Both have been at war for centuries, but today, only one will reign victorious... or will it? With the next generation added into the ranks of the army, Demacia and Noxus have set out for even greater heights with their children newly crowned as the pride and joy of their country.
Hailing from Demacia was Garen and Luxanna Crownguard, along with Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Forth and Xin Zhao joining the Demacian army, and for Noxus, Katarina and Cassiopeia Du Couteau, reigning from the House of Du Couteau along with Talon. With Swain also returned to active duty, he was as usual on the frontlines with his stick, with LeBlanc clinging onto his arm.
But then, something was amiss. The Demacians knew it, but they couldn't figure out what. Suddenly, a squawk was heard among the Demacian soldiers, and one by one they started falling like dominoes. Shocked, the leaders of the army turned back only to see a black raven flying out from amongst the fallen men. At that very moment, Swain shouted, "ATTACK!"
The Noxian army charged ahead and ran for the Demacians who were caught off guard. But most of the Demacians had regained their composure by the time the Noxians managed to close the distance between them. With each of the countries putting out their elite fighters, both Demacian and Noxian soldiers alike were soon bloodied and dead on the battlefield.
Amongst a throng of Noxian soldiers who had closed in on him, Garen spun with unparalleled speed, slicing through one Noxian soldier after another. "DEMACIAN JUSTICE!" Garen shouted, finishing off a Noxian general. And in that moment, he heard a whirling of steel blades, and one by one his comrades started falling beside him. Hearing a blade whistle through the air, Garen caught it before it could hit his head.
He looked up and saw a red haired beauty standing just a few meters away from him. A scar ran down the woman's left eye, the only flaw among her features. Without uttering a word, she disappeared, leaving a cloud of black smoke behind, only for Garen to realize she was now behind him. Before she could react though, Garen silenced her and moved out of her striking distance. Katarina was impressed. She hadn't met a worthy opponent in ages, and this match was one she wanted to savour and relish. She smirked and disappeared again, but this time not behind Garen. Instead, she started downing almost every Demacian nearby, save for Garen. Surprisingly, she left them all alive but stunned because of her lightning fast speeds. At last she reappeared behind Garen, but started spinning, throwing out black smoke along with her steel blades.
All the Demacian soldiers were dead; hit at their vital points. Even Garen's armor provided no coverage and he was injured by several blades. But once again he silenced her, and brought her spinning to a stop. The smoke was thrown back as if something just exploded on the battlefield, and in the middle of the smoke ring, stood Garen and Katarina staring at each other.
"At last we meet, Sinister Blade." Garen whispered. But Katarina heard him with no problem; assassins had excellent hearing, and she was no exception. "I have been looking forward to meeting you too, Garen Crownguard." He looked startled at her mention of his name. "You know my name?" Garen asked incredulously. Katarina smirked, tilting her head to one side. As she scraped her blades against one another, she replied, "Of course I know your name. Leader of the Dauntless Vanguard, aren't you? When we assassins do recon, we are extremely meticulous."
Although this was a battlefield and there was a war going on right there at that moment, Garen felt time stop. There was nobody else but him and Katarina right there. To him, he felt that this redhead was special and something about her took his breath away. But it was almost a fatal mistake. Katarina once again disappeared behind him, this time with a blade at his neck.
"I would kill you now, Garen Crownguard. But it has been a long time since I have met a worthy foe like you... and I look forward to meeting you again in the future," she whispered hotly into his ear, licking the shell. Garen stood there in shock that he had been caught off guard, and that the Sinister Blade was letting him walk away from this alive. He shivered as she said that, not with fear, but excitement. The meeting of a worthy foe such as her and so beautiful at that, left him anticipating their next meeting with joy. But knowing he couldn't let her get away, he swung his sword towards her with a mighty roar. Katarina jumped back and used her blades to stop Garen's sword. The two were lost in a symphony of clashing blades, so focused on each other that everyone gave them a wide berth, staying out of harm's way.
Katarina suddenly heard a squawk from Swain's raven, and she knew what to do. "'Till we meet again next time, Garen," she sneered. She then disappeared, and all the chaos seemed to resume around Garen. Shaking his head and realizing that it would've been fatal if he didn't pay attention, he chastised himself for letting his guard down. Rushing back to the Demacian side of the battlefield, he shouted, "RETREAT!"
And at the exact moment, he heard Katarina's voice over the crowd again. "RETREAT, NOXIANS!" He singled her out amongst the crowd with no problem at all; silky red hair and emerald eyes. Her High Command outfit had been sliced to expose some parts of her. She wasn't bleeding nor injured anywhere, but Garen found that he disliked her outfit at the current moment. Once again, he shook his head. What was happening to him? At that moment he looked up again, and saw Katarina staring at him. She smirked, the corner of her bloodred lips curling upwards at him, as if to say 'Till next time, Garen.' And Garen found himself breathless, for the first time in his entire life.
Luxanna returned from the battlefield safe and sound, and that comforted Garen somewhat. But in his head, all that mattered at that moment was Katarina. Katarina Du Couteau. Her eyes felt like they were burnt into his brain, and that definitely didn't bode well for him or his nation. "Hello? Brother?" Lux said, waving her hand in front of Garen's face. Garen, startled from his reverie, hastily replied, "Yes?"
Lux, being the caring little sister that she was, shook her head and started pulling out the blades that were left behind by Katarina out from Garen. "Ow!" Garen complained. "Shut up and be a man, big brother," Lux teased as she closed up his wounds with her healing spell. Garen took the blades from Lux and studied it. Almost every blade was carved with painstaking detail, and yet it was no work of a man, he could tell.
The initials 'S' were carved into her blades, and he assumed that it was because of her moniker, the Sinister Blade. Every single detail on the blade was intricately carved by a woman's hand, because he knew that a man wouldn't spend so much time on making his weapons pretty; he just wanted it to be able to destroy in one clean swipe. Garen, now even more impressed by Katarina, kept the blades away, and stared at the remaining Noxian flag standing in the bloody battlefield. This was just the beginning of two people from opposite stands... and Garen had a feeling it wouldn't end well.