Demacia, we are proud, we are valliant, our cause is to protect those we call our own from the dangers from Noxus and from the hell that can come from Magic.
Magic, the very thing that took my Uncle away from me, the very thing that ruined so many lives, the very thing that brought Runeterra to her knees and wiped history from before then from existence.
But when did us, Proud, Valliant and Brave Demacians become like the very thing that we swore to protect ourselves from.
Beliefs instilled in me as a child against magic, eventually against my sister.
Demacian Soldiers beating down doors in our villages and dragging out children with magic and throwing them in cells for the rest of their days. Soldiers I have now been placed in charged of as general of the Dauntless Vangaurd and as Protector of King and Prince Jarven.
This is not what Demacia stands for but it is what our Nation truly represents, destroying our own in ways we thought Noxus destroyed others through unjust imprisonment and murder, all in the name for what, King Jarven III and his fore father.
Now with Sylas havinf broken out of his hidden cell under the capital along with the other mages, everyone knows the dirty secret that Demacia has held, our enemies in Noxus and Zaun and our allies in Piltover and Ionia.
I worry not, for myself but for the people of Demacia, Sylas says he wants to do what's best for Demacia, ending the oppression of mages and destroying the corrupt army and monastery, though he is naieve.
He is naieve to think that civillion casualties won't be incurred from this war he has declared. He is naieve to think that if the war goes in his favour that Demacia problems will end, That Demacia will be prepared for any kind of threat. He is naieve to think that the Noxians won't invade in the aftermath to find two small, weakened and exhausted Armies unready to battle their vast Millitry.
Sylas is naieve, but so am I. I listened to my parents spew their drivel about magic and grew to hate and fear my dearest sister Luxanna because of it. I joined an army filled with hypocrites and followed a king who, in many ways is the sole perpetrator for the cause of this war.
As I stare into Sylas' eyes, resalute and ready, Blade poised in waiting for him to make the first move, my Dauntless Vangaurd in wait for the fighting to break out. I Garen Crowngaurd hesitate for the first time in my duty to face my apparent enemy.
as I stare into Sylas' eyes, I see true Demacian Pride, Valliance and Bravery, I see the Might of Demacia.