I didn't want to open my eyes. It was too early, even for my tastes. I knew for sure that old man would wake me up if I didn't drag myself from my warm bed soon. As I sighed deeply, I can hear my bedroom door slam open.

"YOU ARE LATE!" I heard him shout as I sat up in bed. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SLEEPING IN?"

Facing me (More like attempting to try and square me off) was my guardian Yordle, Geezer. He was disappointed as always.

"Good morning Geezer..." I yawn as I stretched.

"Good morning nothing you lazy, good-for-nothing, always sleeping, sweet-stealing..."

Yeah, this always takes a while. I don't know how he does it. Once he starts, he just keeps going. Literally.

"...never training, Yordle teasing, mess-making..."

This Yordle never takes a breath at all. In the eight years he's taken care of me, he somehow always complains like this. I stare him down, his words all a distant breeze.

"...slacking individual!" He finally finished as he took a breath.

"Do you feel better after your temper tantrum, Geezer?" I asked as I got out of bed, putting my gear on.

I regretted facing him. His puffy face was all red. I have never seen him turn that colour before. Even for a Yordle, he still scares the crap outta me.

"GET. YOUR. HUMAN. BUTT. OUT. ON. THE. FIELD. NOW." He threatened with a low voice, pointing to my door.

I didn't even answer him. I fully brushed past the little guy, grabbing my mother's shield and my father's sword as I did. I walked out toward the plain fields breathing in the fresh air of the Yordle lands.

"LESS BREATHING! MORE TRAINING BOY!"

Way to mess up my good morning. He probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Again.

As I starting timing my laps around the fields, my mind often wandered to my parents. I ran past an old oak tree, a landmark where I used to sleep under with my parents on warm afternoons. I still remember the day Geezer told me the tragic news.


I was six years old at the time. My Mother was killed on the battlefield. By my own Father.

"Solus...It's time to come in now..."

I ignored him as I laid under the tree. Looking through the gaps of the many leaves and branches.

"Solus, It's nearly dark-

"Leave me alone Geezer" I whimper pathetically as a tear runs down my cheek.

"Solus..."

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STUPID YORDLE!"

It was the first time I had ever yelled at Geezer. I instantly regretted it, sitting up and facing him about to apologize for my rude remark. But the Yordle waddled up to me and wrapped his arms around my neck as if to embrace me in a hug. I cried even more as Geezer held me. In a way, he understood the situation. He was best friends with my Father, so what did Geezer see in him that I now fail to accept?

"I HATE WAR! I WISH WAR WOULD GO AND DIE!"

Geezer stayed silent soaking in all my problems. Well, trying to resolve one. I found his arms tightening around my neck.

"Geezer...too...tight!" I moan as I pull him off me.

As soon as I got him off me, I stood over the little guy in anger.

"Were you trying to kill me?" I yell at him.

Talk about ruining a perfect moment.

"Are you done crying, you sook?" He chuckled. "Come inside, your mother left something for you"

As soon as I heard that, I immediately picked up the little Yordle while rushing off toward the house. On the table was a shield. One that looked exactly like Mother's. No, it didn't look like it. It was my Mother's. The only thing different was the blood stained on it's design.

"It was the only thing I managed to get off the Battlefield. I'm so sorry Solus"

"What happened Geezer? And don't lie to me...please" I begged as I picked up the beautiful Demacian shield.

"They had no choice. Your Mother and Father were both called to the battlefield in a duel to the death. They had no choice..." Geezer sighed.

"Geezer, you're not telling me everything" I told him.

Geezer was silent for a while before finally answer me.

"Your Mother took the hit on purpose. You Father's face was full of shock and...regret. When he went back to his side of the field, he never acknowledged any of his Noxian team mates" Geezer's voice shook with sadness.

It was silent for a while. I felt empty. I was empty.

"Where is he now, Geezer?" I asked.

He gave me a look before delivering an answer.

"I don't know, Solus..."


As I ran onto my 23rd lap, I breathed in casually and started to jog lightly. Geezer was sure to get on my ass about me slacking off. But, I can't keep living my life training for a fight that I may never get to see. Thanks to the Institute of War, The battle between the Demacians and The Noxians were nothing more than a distant memory 6 years ago. I'm turning 12 this year.

"YOU'RE SLACKING!"

He's sure in a loudmood today. I pick up the pace, trailing through the long grass with my shield. My record for 50 laps was two minutes flat. But the damn Yordle keeps stating that I'll do better. I can do better. I will do better.

"SOLUS!"

I stop mid run as I jogged back to the small Yordle.

"What am I doing wrong now?" I ask with a breath. "I was doing good too"

"Here" He huffed as passed me a scroll.

"A message, Geezer?" I ask with one eyebrow raised.

...

DANGER!

NOXIAN SCUM SPOTTED IN THE CITY OF LIGHT, DEMACIA

HUGE REWARD DEAD OR ALIVE

DO NOT APPROACH

GUARDS ON HIGH ALERT!

...

I read the message over and over again, trying to see what he was showing me.

"Uh, terrorism in a time of peace?" I guess.

"It's your Father, Solus. He was last seen in Demacia..."

I dropped the piece of paper. I wasn't even in shock. There was literally no emotion inside of me. I couldn't feel at all. Should I feel overjoyed that my Father was still alive? Or upset over the fact that he hasn't visited me since that day 6 years ago?

"How do you feel?" He asked, trying to read my emotion.

"I don't know Geezer. Should I feel happy? or sad...?"

"I know what your Father did was wrong. But maybe, you should hear him out?"

"I'm gonna finish my run now..." I said with a monotone voice.

"Solus..."

I ignored the Yordle as I sprinted through the tall grass once again.