Alright guys, chapter 4! So here's kind my thought process. Lux has always kind of been potrayed as this kind of meek ditz and I really wanted to give her more depth then that. She is a Champion for God's sake! She is such a badass in her own right. She needed a struggle and so I'm giving her one and I think you guys will like her first real taste of the dark side that she is starting to embrace. This will be alittle short but it was SUPER fun to write and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Keep it Classy!
If Lux had to choose between standing in Jarvans office or facing a pack of Freljordian wolves, she would have picked the wolves. At least she expected them to try to bite her.
The entire plan reeked of Garen's meddling. He always treated her like a child! Of course, Jarvan took the brunt of the responsibility, claiming that the change in plans was his idea. But he couldn't lie to her. The only thing that had changed between when she got her assignment and her chance at her revenge and having it ripped from her fingers was a conversation between Garen and Jarvan. Why did they treat her like she was stupid?
"I am also relieving you of all your current duties until you feel like you have reached a place where you are healthier," Jarvan said hesitantly, shocking her out of her thoughts and the porcelain mask across her features showed the suprise.
"What?" she chocked.
"This is not a punishment, Luxanna. Simply a vacation of sorts. You are one of greatest assets in Demacia, and I need you back in proper form," Jarvan said, as pleadingly as royalty would allow themselves to sound. Flattery did not suit him.
"For something that isn't supposed to feel like a punishment, I certainly feel like I've done something wrong," she said through gritted teeth.
"Lux, please go home and rest. See a healer. Write a journal. The sooner you help yourself, the sooner I can help you. You are dismissed," Jarven said.
With all the strength she could muster, she turned and left, closing the door a little harder then was appropriate. The hallway echoed her angry footsteps and the servants and diplomats that dotted it quickly moved out of her way and avoided her eyes. Her tongue tasted like copper from where she had been biting it to fight back the tears. The crowds of the streets parted before her and bowed when she passed. She took no notice. She reached her home in almost record time, letting the anger carry her in a haze.
The door opened in front of her with unseen hands. Her mother was just turning to see who was coming through when a scowl appeared across her features. She was older, but she could have been pretty once. Her eyes were a dark blue, deep and penetrating. She had come to fear those eyes in her youth, but now they just mildly annoyed her.
"You know I do not allow magic in my house Luxanna," her mother said, her voice thick with authority. Lux could see the glow of her wand on the ground beneath her, but her mind did not register that her magic was flowing through it.
"Where is Garen?" Lux asked, her voice hard.
Her mother's scowl deepened at the refusal to obey her command, "In his room, packing for a trip he's been assigned to by the Prince, may the light shield him, himself. Why are you asking?" She asked shortly. "And put your wand out," she commanded her again. Lux stormed past her without responding. Just as Lux reached the top of the staircase, Garen emerged from his room. The sight of him made Lux's blood boil.
"What have you done?!" she shrieked and flung a ball of light at Garen's chest.
"Lux wait!-" was all he could say before the energy knocked him backwards.
"LUXANNA OLIVIA CROWNGUARD!" Her mother yelled behind her, sounding forever away. She hurled another ball of energy and the force of this one knocked Garen on his back.
"That was my chance! I could have avenged those girls and you stole that from me!" Her throat ached with hate and her eyes stung with tears. Her jaw was clenched and her muscles shook in anger. "WHY?!" She screamed, the sound micking that of a wounded animal. A prism was building in her wand and her arms posed to throw it.
"STOP IT NOW!" Her mother screamed, "I WILL call the guard on you Luxanna! Don't you dare cast that spell!"
She hesitated. Her body wanted to follow through but her mind knew the consequences. She felt like she was watching herself outside of her body as the prism was released. It burned hotter then any like it she had created before. She closed her eyes and it exploded just before reaching its intended target. Garens cheeks were burned and his eyes stung.
"Get out of my house, Luxanna," her mother commanded. Lux looked over her shoulder at her mother and felt a thrill as her mother stepped back in fear. The wand coursed with energy in her hand and she let it burn. She radiated anger and energy and the power was delicious.
"Who would want to live in a house of traitors anyway?" she challenged. Garen groaned behind her.
"Watch your mouth, child!" her mother snapped. The power that ran through her veins flared and spider-wed cracks appeared in the windows before the shattered. That was not a spell she knew, but it gave her the desired affect as her mother dropped to the floor with a scream and covered her head with her arms.
"I am not a child. Not anymore," she said and slowly walked out of the door, the sound of glass crunching under her boots satisfyingly.