Disclaimer: I kinda sort of bent the truth in this one to fit my imagination. Thank you.
Prologue – Where is the Prince?
"The prince is missing!" -a guard shouted while running through the halls of the Demacian castle. Everybody panicked. This happened a lot before, but it was different today. The prince usually snuck out of the castle to hunt-and nobody really cared because Prince Jarvan IV was a very reliable man. He was strong and could defeat whomever he faces in battle. They never worried about him until today, since today was the day that the Prince of Demacia makes peace with Noxus.
The elder was as calm as a reed. He swiftly walked through the bustling guards and servants while they look for the prince in every room in the castle. The elder went straight to the sickly king's room, bowed to the king and said, "We have no choice." He sat down in the chair beside the king's bed. "As long as the prince isn't around, there is no one to lead the Demacian army."
The king lets out a small cough and breathes in heavily. "Where is my son?" he says in a deep raspy voice. The king of Demacia is defenseless, with his lungs almost giving up.
"He's gone, sire." The elder looks out of the window.
The king sighed and closed his eyes for a bit. "That silly boy—what is he thinking?" The elder poured some wine in the glass beside him. "What do you propose, sire?"
The door slammed open, startling the two in the room. It was the Prince's childhood friend, Garen Crownguard. He slowly entered the room, bowed to the king and said, "That bastard, Jarvan! I wouldn't have agreed on it if I knew he was going to leave."
The king was clueless on what Garen said, his son never confronted him with anything. Garen approached the king, "I have been appointed by your son to be the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard. Did he not tell you this?" The king shook his head. "Your son was planning this all along. He gathered up mighty warriors to protect Demacia from the Noxian forces."
The king sighed, "That boy… is causing us problems, so it seems." He turned to Garen, "Son, please protect Demacia."
"I stand ready, sire, your son has appointed me and I shall not disappoint."
Word got out; people started panicking and hiding in their homes. The thought of a war might be on their way was making the people of Demacia petrified, even if they have never met a Noxian before. They knew Noxians were violent and deadly. The people are trained to be bathed in blood for battle. As the people hide in their homes, they prepare themselves on a battle that may happen between the Demacians and the Noxians. The group of twelve warriors, called the Dauntless Vanguard was ready for anything.
Where is the prince? In this important time, why is he gone?