Strength Or Justice

by BlueTower123

Luxanna holds a secret many would condemn her for, including her family. Not knowing whether to learn more about this ability, or to deny it she is stuck in uncertainty. That is until she meets one man, her greatest enemy will become her guide, and her family will become her greatest pains. (My First every story, any criticism is welcome!)

2. Chapter 2

Hello everyone, BlueTower123 here, just wanted to thank you for reading Chapter 1 and now 2!

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The monotonous sound of his walking cane against the marble floor rang in the back of the Grand General's conflicted mind. He scans the room, looking at the faces of those walking up and down but he doesn't process anything that he sees, he only has one thing in mind. Swain is not a man that can be unnerved easily, but right now his mind is unfocused. How could such a powerful mage be hidden away from the world so well? So effectively? Did she even know her abilities? The full extent of them? These thoughts flying all around his head came to a sudden halt when a smiling servant stopped him. "Negotiations continue in 20 minutes Grand General!" the boy enthusiastically exclaimed. Swain nodded quietly then dismissed him with a wave of his hand. The boy turned and paced into a room a few steps ahead. Swain shooked his head and refocused his mind. All he had to worry about is the negotiations, this "distraction" has to be dealt with later, and by someone else.

The negotiation room's atmosphere can only be described as "tense" the large oval room had a large table with summoners sitting at the head of it, and the Demacian envoy on one side facing the Noxian. Politicians, Servants, Champions and all sorts of spectators were also present in the room, some sitting at the table while others seated further away from the action. An old and respected summoner, Archmage Ifle, led the negotian and was the referee, making sure the proceedings happened without any problem. Preferably, with only a few casualties. Ifle waited until everyone settled before standing up and delivering his speech. "Lords, Ladies and Diplomats of your respective realms, it has happened that yet again a dangerous conflict threatens the peace in our land. Early negotiations have failed, but here we are, hoping to bring an end to this conflict. The Demacian envoy will present their initial demands now!" He gestured towards Garen who straightened out of his chair and opened a parchment. "The King of Demacia, demands that all artefacts of Demacian origins be returned. To compensate Noxus for the damages caused, five hundred chests filled with gold will be given, right here and right now." The room erupts in murmurs and whispers with some Demacians finding it too lenient, while some Noxians finding the offer laughable. Ifle raised a hand to silence the room. As quickly as it erupted, it quitened down. Ifle looked over at the Grand General to see his reaction, but Swain was silently staring at the table, not making eye conact with anyone. "Jericho Swain? What are your thoughts?" Swain looked up at Ifle suddenly, as if woken suddenly from a dream. As much as he tried, Swain could not get what he may have learned out of his head. Could the sister of a mage hater, really be such a promising mage? "I..I..I have a few objections." he finally gathered the words in his mind, "First of all, the artefacts are priceless, with no amount of gold being enough. Second, they have one thing in common..." the entire room waited for Swain to finish his sentence. Lux, who so far was zoned out of the negotiation with thoughts of her own, looked up at the Grand General who by this point regained his usual composure. "...they all disable the powers of mages for a set amount of time, which can be used against our armies, such a strategic advantage will not be given up for a few trinkets! Not to talk about how these artefacts could be used to punish innocent.." Swain glanced over at Lux "... Demacian mages." Lux's eyes widened and gasped audibly. The people around her turned to her with questioning looks. Lux stood up and rushed out of the room without a word. Garen rose and look at her sister exiting. He looked over at Swain and with badly veiled hatred asked "So what do you want?"

Swain sat back down in his chair and went back to studying the table. After a long silence Swain once again began: "Nothing, you can have the artefacts, but only if they are disenchanted and powers removed, you wanted them for decoration anyway, no?" Garen froze, that was the official reason, but Swain figured out the real reason, as expected. Expected, but not prepared for, and now the tables have been turned, if he rejects this now, then Noxus will be in the right, which would be a failure for him. Garen collapsed into his chair and with a deep sigh accepted the deal. Swain smiled, but now that one issue has been resolved, another presents itself, what to do with what he learned...