two.

Everyone assumes that since she is Garen's sister, she must know him the best. They assume that by connection of blood alone, that Lux knows what her brother is thinking, what her brother is feeling. In the past week, three women have already come to her to query answers to their questions. She smiles, politely turns them away saying she is tired.

But the truth is Lux cannot remember the last time she talked to her brother for more than five minutes. They exchange pleasantries as expected. Sometimes they fought together in the Fields. Sometimes they fought against each other in the Fields. Rarely did they exchange words after that. Her brother was always gone afterwards, and on the rare occasions that he had time for a leisurely talk, it was she who had to leave. Even at her Judgment, he did not speak to her. She had searched for it at the time, but surely the man that stared back at her had no emotion in his eyes. Lux had searching for her brother, for the brother she knew with rough hands and messy hair and a quiet smile, but she could not find him. Above her, she saw only the familiar silhouette of the Might of Demacia.

Who was Garen beyond the Might of Demacia? It was a question she asked herself too. And it was one that Lux found she, alarmingly, could not answer.