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Nah, i'm kidding^^
Anyway, I own nothing of the character used for this story nor do i make any money from it. (i wish i could though )
Dégoût.
The league of legend was the same as always. Blood, curse, wound and more importantly, death were part of it.
The league's champions were fighting another mindless battle, either to entertain people, either to please some of the ruler of Runnaterra.
No, he shouldn't think like this, he was fighting for his country, for Demacia. He was one of the symbols of its power, of its ideal. He had to continue to fight against those scumbags of Noxus.
Even this thought seemed so hollow, so devoid of…belief. Garen, the might of Demacia was doubting, not himself, but the meaning of the league and some of his belief too.
He had fought alongside some of whom he had once considered "scumbag", alongside the Noxian.
Long time ago, before the league, he would have wished to kill them all, to cleanse the world of the Noxian.
Now, it was different. He still didn't like most of them like Katarina, even if he had to admit that she was one of the greatest warrior he had ever seen. Or Swain, and he was also forced to recognize that he was the best strategist he had met.
However, he got on well with some of them. He sympathized with Morgana, the fallen angel, when she talked about justice, about her ideal; he wondered how it was really similar to his belief, Demacia's ideal. Of course Kayle, Morganna's sister, disagreed completely with the fallen angel. Moreover, it was well known that Morganna's bakeries were succulent, and even Jarvan IV loved them, thus, he doubt she was truly evil. A sorcerer who could use dark magic, yes, but evil, he doubted it.
His beliefs about Noxus were a little shattered, but it wouldn't have sufficed to make him doubt.
No, even if it was for Demacia, even if it was for his belief, he couldn't fathom to understand why he had to kill his comrades in battle. His closes friends, and worse, his sister.
Long ago, he had promised to himself that he would protect her, no matter what and still, he was forced to kill her, to see her face, her broken body each time they face in battle. He tried to resist, but he couldn't, the summoners forced him to do it.
At first, it broke him, but he manages to hide it behind a facade. After all, he was the might of Demacia, nobody would guess that he was emotionally hurt, not his sister, not Jarvan, and not the summoners. They didn't have to know.
Even when Garen was fighting, the summoners just wanted to win, they didn't search if their champion were troubled or hurt, they simply didn't care.
Every now and then, he hated those sumonners, not only Noxius'summoners, but all the summoners, he hated the league.
He wanted to flee far away, to be a good brother because he knew that no brother should kill his sister, even if she could be resurrected in the next minute. Sadly, he couldn't, it would bring shame upon his family and his sister, it would also crush some of Demacia's credibility.
But, almost no champion doubted, or seemed to doubt the league. It was evident that Ionia was grateful of the creation of the league. It was also obvious that Noxus and Demacia were trying to control the league.
Garen was torn apart; he wanted to help his country without going against his beliefs.
On those thought, Garen was summoned to fight another mindless battle.
Thank you for reading, i hope you will review even if it is to flame me. I could use that to burn some marshmallow.
Seriously, if you had found some big or tiny mistake, feel free to tell me^^.
If you are wondering, the title of this chapter is in french =)
