A/N Woohoo! Over 250 hits! Thanks all! I hope you've been enjoying this so far. I think I'll try to pick up the pace from here on out. It 'has' been going a bit slow, hasn't it? Either way, hope ya'll enjoy chapter four. As always, critique/comments are always welcome!

A/N 2 Real quick edit here. I did turn on anonymous reviews too, if ya'll would like to comment too.

Chapter 4 - Scarlet Thunder

Disclaimer: In no way do the characters/settings/anything relating to Harry Potter or League of Legends belong to me. I'm just having some fun in a sandbox.

Lux merely looked back at her father, a stoic expression clouding her thoughts. "Yes father, I suppose we would care to join."

Harry had gone into a light state of shock as the events unfolded before him. What happened to the girl I spent the afternoon with? I know that the prat of a butler was bad enough, but if the rest of her family is just the same…

As Harry's mind went into overdrive, Lux frowned at the continued silence of her father. Surely he doesn't expect… However, it became clear to here that he did expect her guest to be well versed in deportment. Smiling thinly at him, she placed a hand around Harry's arm, squeezing lightly. "But of course, we must remember how it would be rude for a host to seat himself before his guests." Pulling Harry lightly to get him moving, she let go and strode on to the second seat on the left hand of her father. Turning back, she looked at Harry, waiting for his next move.

Hearing her words startled him out of his revelry. Harry immediately stepped forward to a chair at the end of the table. Looking back at Lux, who had taken a place two seats down from her father's left, he waited for any confirmation that he was performing correctly. Seeing her smile soften, along with having one of the subtlest of nods given, he pulled the chair out, sitting himself as stiffly as possible. Hearing the scraping of chairs, he knew that the others had followed his action.

Lux's father cleared his throat. "Now that we are all present, would you care to introduce your guest Lux?" His eyes cut over to Harry. "I hope that you did not bring in some street urchin instead of our expected guest."

Harry merely glared back, before Lux shot him a look. He understood it well enough, but the man still irked him. Probably is best if Lux does as much of the talking she can. Probably would end up sticking my foot in it otherwise.

Glad that he had controlled his temper, Lux turned to face her father. "Father, this is the guest that you had anticipated. His name is Harry Potter, a champion chosen and summoned by the Institute of War."

Her father looked down his nose at her. "How quaint. He does not have the aura that most strong champions have about them. Garen and the Prince Jarvan are both easily recognized." He turned to look Harry over. "At the very least, I expected someone taller. I definitely expected someone older than thirteen years. Instead, you bring back some young waif that has not a sense of propriety." He turned back to Lux, a small sneer gracing his face. "I should have expected nothing less though. Ever since Garen informed me at whom triggered the summoning, I did wonder."

At his words, Lux's composure cracked, and her face flushed. Hanging her head down, she struggled to regain what little dignity she had left.

Seeing his friend's troubles, Harry decided that he had heard enough. Meeting her father's eyes, he spoke out. "Pardon me, sir, but I can not hold Lux's summoning against me. Her actions saved my life." He doesn't need to know that I'd probably have been fine with Madam Pomfrey. One thing did bug him about the man's characterization of him. "Furthermore, I am sorry I do not meet your expectations. However, I am fifteen years nearing sixteen."

The man just stared back at him, flickers of annoyance on his face. "Very well. I shall say that I assumed too much. But if you are a champion, why were you in such danger to begin with? Are you that weak?"

Ignoring his barb, Harry said, "I was being attacked by the Dark Lord Voldemort at the time. He has been trying to kill me since I was a year old."

Still peering at him with his beady eyes, her father barely inclined his head. "I suppose that is some excuse, having a madman chasing after you for that many years." His eyes still lingered on Harry, searching for something.

After a few tense moments, the stalemate was temporarily resolved by the arrival of the postponed supper. The butler came carrying a steaming plate. He placed it on the placemat in front of the host. Turning towards Harry, he spoke in his gravely tone. "I suppose that you are joining us now, sir." The last word was laced in sarcasm. "My apologies, but I have nothing else prepared to eat. Perhaps you would prefer some bread for sustenance?" Not waiting for an answer, he turned to Lux. "Yourself, young miss? Would you care for anything?" Receiving a minute shake of the head, he proclaimed, "Very good. I shall be off presently for the waif's bread. Perhaps on the morrow he shall have enough meat on his bones to swing a stick."

The host seemed to be ignoring the whole act, but gave a chuckle that betrayed him. "Perhaps he shall." For the next few minutes, the only sounds made were those of the chatter of silverware scraping on a plate.

Harry looked over at Lux, trying to see if he had been missing something. She maintained her stare at the table, refusing to look anywhere else. She looks ashamed at this. Bloody hell, why I am even guessing. I know that she is. Not wanting to give any more reason for him to take dissatisfaction with him, or worse, Lux.

After finishing off a majority of his plate, her father pushed the plate forward, before gingerly wiping off his face with a napkin "Speaking of sticks and whatnot," he began, "My son tells me you also have experience with a sword. Yet, you proclaim to be a… wizard, I believe you say?"

Harry nodded slowly. "Yes, I did say that I had a little. What of it?"

He just kept looking at him, expression never changing. "I was… curious, at why a youth such as you would have to do so. Traditionally, only those whom were training with a sword from a very young age would use such an implement. And many mages," he turned to give Lux a look, "shun other weapons universally."

Harry looked down at the table in thought. Why does he want to know all of this? Looking back upwards at the host, he finally ventured forth. "If I may ask, sir, why is it that you want to know this so badly?"

The man finally broke his expression, giving an unconcerned shrug. "Frankly, I was just curious if you are strong enough to be one our champions. We may not be as numerous as those that Noxus retains, but we match them easily in strength." He gave Harry another of the stern, uncaring looks. "Frankly, as I said earlier, there is no aura about you, no indication of inhuman strength." He sighed. "And very little knowledge on how to act proper."

He turned to Lux. "Daughter, please escort our guest to his room. On the morrow, perhaps you can begin testing Mr. Potter, to see how he performs." Getting up from the table, he turned to Harry. "Now, as we have been kept up past the proper time to retire, I'm afraid I must bid you goodnight." At that, he turned from the room and walked out.

The moment the door finally clicked shut, Lux exhaled. "Well, that went about as I expected." She turned to face Harry. "Sorry about that. Father can be a bit… terse at times."

He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "If that is terse, I'd hate to see what angry is." He sighed and stood up. "Is he always like that?"

She sighed. "It is rather typical of him He never is a chum with anybody, even the most distinguished guests." She also stood and walked around the table, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Again, sorry. I should have prepared you more."

He shrugged, unintentionally knocking her hand off. "It's fine. It's no worse than what my uncle puts me through." He shook his head. "But what was that about, him getting on you for what you did?"

She shook her head. "Not here, come with me. The walls have ears." Walking towards one of the doors, she paused and beckoned him to follow her.

Immediately following, he commented offhand. "They probably have noses too."

Leading him to the next hallway, she turned and looked at Harry. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged noncommittally. "I'm not too sure. Just something I heard my friend Luna say once, during our defense… club."

"Oh," she said quietly. Lux started to say something, but then dismissed it as too awkward. Walking a bit through the halls, she turned and looked at him. "Are you close to Luna? It's the first time you've mention some friend from home."

Harry looked a bit shocked at the turn of conversation. That is true… But I haven't really thought of her much. Come to think of it, I haven't thought of them much at all. Bah. Need to think about the whole thing later. Realizing that Lux was still there waiting for an answer, he just waved his hand in a so-so manner. "Not really. I mean, I've never met her before this year. She's just very… unique. And odd."

Lux chuckled, feeling lighter for some reason. "I don't doubt it, considering she said that. She sounds a bit… Looney, honestly."

Harry frowned. "I don't know. I mean, she 'seems' odd. But what she says seems to have a method to her madness. She's also brutally honest." Abruptly stopping himself as Lux also came to a stop in front of a door, he finished his rumination. "Whatever she may be, she is also one of the better ones in the club I teach. I wouldn't call her Looney."

"Alright, sorry." Lux tilted her head down, and then turned it sideways to peer at him. "You know, you are unusually loyal to your friends." Seeing his odd look, she tried to explain. "It's just that, you're already telling me off for insulting someone whom you barely consider an acquaintance, yes?"

Harry stuttered a bit. "I wouldn't say that you insulted her. Just… you jumped to conclusions?"

Lux just shrugged. "Either way, it is the truth. You're just too good of a person to not do that." She paused for a second, still looking at up at him. "You didn't have to stand up for me, either."

Looking a bit shocked at the thought, Harry said, "It was the right thing to do. It didn't matter whether I had to."

Smiling gently, she finally turned her head around and stared off into the distance. "And that is how I know you're a good person. Here I am, the one who took you away from your home, and yet you stand up for me."

Harry sighed again. "You're welcome, but again, it's fine, don't worry-"

She cut him off. "It's not Harry. I know what I did. It just seems so selfish of us in retrospect. I need to work this out on my own." Turning back to look at him, she gave him a watery smile. "Get some sleep Harry. We'll need to get to work tomorrow."

Nodding to her, Harry finally opened up the door to the room. "Good night, Lux" Entering the room, he found himself in total darkness. Grumbling, he cast Lumos so he could actually see. The room was pretty bare, with but a full bed and a table. Not noticing the bread that was in there, he dropped the trunk. It's too late. I'll just sort out what I can tomorrow. What time is it anyway? He shrugged, and then sat on the edge of the bed, finally feeling how tired he was. In a few minutes, he was out cold, wandlight eventually dying off as his magic petered off.

-oo-

The morning's light first shone through the crack in the windows drapes. Harry however, was already up. His night had been restless, constantly tossing and turning. No particular worry had been on his mind; yet, he still could not put some unknown issue to bed.

After washing and dressing himself, he found the bread still setting there from the night before. His stomach growly, tried to eat a piece of it. It was still good enough to eat, although a little tough. In short order, the food was gone. Spotting the empty cup, he grimaced and went to the faucet to fill it up.

As he sat there and gulped down the water, he heard a knock on the door. Sighing and putting the cup down, Harry stood up and opened the door quickly. Seeing that it was Lux there, he relaxed. "Sorry. I was halfway expecting to see that butler again."

She grinned cheekily at him. "It was gonna be at first. I just happened to intercept Walter and… persuade him to let me do the job. I don't suppose you're ready?" She waved a bit at herself."

Harry blinked at her curiously before looking at where she was indication. Crap. That's some serious looking armour that she's got on. He looked back up at her. "Are you expecting to be needing that?"

Shaking her head, she grabbed him on the shoulder and pushed him out of the room. "No, but if we need to start soon. No reason to dally before training." Making sure he was keeping pace, she moved up beside him. "And I just make sure to wear this in training. Best way to learn your limitations with the equipment on, instead of diving into a combat situation blind."

Harry shrugged. "That's true, I guess. Just never seen anybody in my world use armour in particular." Pointing to her plate armour, he said, "especially something like that. The only thing like that in the magical world is on ancient suits of armour. And those are for decoration."

Lux just shook her head. "Then how do you keep yourself from getting hit?"

Pausing for a moment, Harry grinned sardonically. "We just use shields. That would make more sense though. Maybe I can work on something."

She grinned at him. "We should fine something for you. However, I don't think I can offer to let you borrow a set. I'm not sure it will fit right."

What does she mean? I mean, we're about the same size… Seeing the grin on her face, a blush bloomed on his. Ohhh… yeah, no borrowing.

Coming to a door, Lux decided she was finished teasing him. "Well, enough of that for now. Come on, we need to get started."

Lux led him outside into a large empty yard. Prancing to its other side, she grinned and pulled out her baton. "Alright now, Potter. Show me what you got."

Deciding to try and enjoy the situation. Harry whipped out his wand, holding it low and steady. "Very well Crownguard, let's see what you've!"

Lux just watched as he stood there. Seeing that he was not going to make the first move, she twirled her baton, releasing three of her multicoloured standard attacks. She then stood still for a second, to watch how reacted.

Harry was waiting for her first move. Come on now… there she goes. That is an interesting attack. Casting Protego, he watched with a bit of curiosity as they slammed into his shield. That took some effort to keep it up. Don't know if that was her full power though. Instinctively deciding to keep things simple for now, he responded with a solid Expelliarmus.

Seeing the scarlet light careening towards her, Lux quickly dove out of the way, not wanting to see the result of the spell. She turned her head to follow the spell. Hrm, that one looks quite painful. As it impacted a tree on the outside of the clearing, it blew the limbs clean off of it. Ouch. Was that taking it easy? Need to step it up a notch. She twirled around, spinning her baton rapidly. After sending five of her normal beams quickly, she grabbed her baton with both of her hands. Light Binding!

A thick sphere of light shot towards Harry, overtaking the smaller blasts she had sent out before. Guessing that they would overpower his shield, he turned sideways and dodged them. The last attack she sent out, though, hit him. The impact knocked him are over teakettle, while binding a cord of light around his feet. Bloody Hell, that hurt! Note to self, block the bigger stuff. Rolling to the side, he avoided a few more shots she made to taunt him. Sitting up quickly, he fired a few Incarcerous spells before firing one last Expelliarmus.

Lux's initial grin at seeing him caught by her spell was removed by his continued issuing of curses at her. The rope was nearly impossible to hit with her spells. She waved the wand around over her head, creating a bubble around her. The ropes wrapped about the bubble, but prevented her from moving out of the way of the red light. It impacted her shield, immediately bursting it. The light slammed into her, pushing her back a few paces, while throwing her baton away from her. Grunting with exertion, she dove for her implement.

Eying her carefully, Harry cast Accio at her baton, summoning it before she could grab hold. Catching it with his left hand, he waited for here to get up from where she fell. "You ok there Lux?"

She grunted back at him, "Yeah, I'm fine." Picking herself off the ground, she grimaced. "Fat lot of good my armor did. Interesting spells you had there though. Which ones did you use?"

Harry just grinned at her. "Just a couple of disarming spells, with a binding spell to try to keep you in place." Pausing to think a bit, he pointed out, "I did use spells that had an effect more than anything. The Expelliarmus is intended to disarm, not actually do any damage."

"Perhaps… No matter how much armour you wear, you can still be slowed down or stunned." She looked embarrassingly at her empty hands. "Or lose your weapon."

He decided to lean over and pat her gently on the shoulder. "It's alright, 'tis the first time." Harry offered the baton back to her. "Just don't hold back this time."

Looking at him before grabbing hold of her weapon, she smiled a bit evilly. "I'm not planning on it." As she spun it around, the lights on the ends reignited. Walking back to her starting position, she daintily turned around. "Ready again, Mr. Potter?"

Harry held his arm forwards, wand pointing just below the horizontal. "Naturally, Miss Crownguard." Leaping to the side, he sprayed out a few of his Expelliarmus spells before summoning a shield. Let's see what she does now.

Dancing aside of the blasts of energy, Lux spun her baton in front of herself, deflecting one that got two close. Grabbing hold of it with both hands, she breathed out slowly. Wonder if he can figure out a way around this. Focusing on the light, she peeled it away from her, forcing it around her body. As the light moved, she disappeared from the visible spectrum. The only parts of her body left visible were her eyes. Need to figure out a way to fix this sometime. Quickly rolling away, she decided to stalk him from the tree line.

Surprised at the vanishing act she pulled, Harry immediately started moving to his left. Kinda like the thing that Mad-Eye pulled with the disillusionment charm. Didn't look the same though. He kept his eyes peeled, looking for any movement. As he moved, he threw out a few of his Incarcerous spells out randomly, trying to get an indication of where she was.

Lux crept to her right, on the edge of the tree line. Seeing that he was focused in the other direction, she cast Lucent Singularity under her breath. As the invisible light sped towards his feet, before distorting the ground, she trained her rod on him, taking aim.

Harry whipped his arm back and forth, before finally giving up on his currently strategy and halting the spell casting. Suddenly finding himself nearly immobile, he grimaced as he struggled to turn about. He slowly raised his wand, preparing to raise a shield in defense.

As Harry turned around, Lux decided that it was time to attack. Launching her held attack, she moved slowly to the side. When her beam had almost reached Harry, she concentrated, causing the earlier spell that she cast to explode around him.

Blinded by the explosion, Harry raised his hands instinctively towards his face. As he sped back up to real time with the destruction of the field, he noticed that there seemed to be a multicoloured light surrounded by white encompassing his body. The moment after he noticed this, the beam of light Lux released rammed into him. It combined with the light surrounding him, magnifying the impact by an order of magnitude. Being flung back into the air, he lost his grip on his wand. It flew away to the far side of the yard, with him landing on one of the trees on the edge. Groaning, he forced himself into a more comfortable position. Before he could do anything else, though, he found a glowing end of a decorated rod under his chin. Oh, shite.

Lux just grinned down at him. "Looks like I win this round." Taking away her baton, she slung it on her back, before extending her hand. "Now we're even. Come on, enough playing around."

Harry grabbed her hand, and let her help him up. Stretching his back out to help relieve the soreness, he walked over to where the wand had landed. He held his hand out while reaching down to his wand. Before he could get very close to it, the wand slapped into his hand. Staring at it in wonder, he shrugged and slipped it back into his pocket.

"Interesting trick you got there. You'll need to show me later." Lux shook her head "At least now I have a fair idea of what you can do. Go grab some water, and come back. I want to see everything you can do."

-oo-

Walking back outside, Harry found that Lux had been doing a bit of set up in the short time he was gone. I wonder… Is that a picnic table on its side? Harry tilted his head and leaned over, seeing the legs behind it holding it up. I guess so. I suppose that works. The only odd thing was that there was a twig stuck between the boards.

Lux tiptoed around the side of the house, seeing if she could sneak up on Harry. He seems to be examining that table I decided to 'acquire'. Let's see if he is too distracted. Continuing to mince her feet, she crept towards him slowly.

Sometimes I wish that Divination actually taught something practical. Like how to divine the purpose that Lux has for this table. Hearing a bit of shuffling in the grass, Harry drew his wand and turned around smooth, finding it leveled at a cheekily grinning Lux. "Why, hello there," he commented drolly, "what an odd occurrence, finding you out here at this time of day. Would you perhaps like to join me for a spot of tea?"

Lux just shook her head. "Why, I might good sir, but I believe I have a prior appointment. Do you not also have another?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I suppose I do, milady, considering that you are the one who arranged it for me. So what is it that you have set up here?"

"Oh, just a little idea I had at some time or the other," she remarked offhandedly. "Your scarlet spell, the… Expelliarmus, I believe you said?"

Harry nodded to her. "Yeah, that is it. It's a pretty basic spell, we first worked on it about our second year."

She scratched her chin while looking at him. "Yet, it can get through defenses rather easily. It's an interesting bit of spell work, which makes me want to test it. Now, could you fire it at the table?"

Raising an eyebrow at her, he shrugged and easily tossed one at the picnic table. It forced the table back about two yards as it slowly flopped down. That looks about right. It's just a table, no reason for it to do anything but be blown away.

"Hrm, about what I expected," Lux mused. She moved over to the table, forcing it back up. "Now, you should try again. But this time, think of that stick as the table's wand, as I believe you call it?"

"Yeah, that's what we call it." Pointing his wand at the table again, he paused for a second. I suppose that it looks like a wand. And it's in the general shape of Umbridge, so I can see that. More like a cross of Dudley Dursley and Umbridge… Ok, evil thought, out of my mind. Immediately banishing that image, he cast yet another of the Expelliarmus's at the table. This time, it only flew back a yard and a foot, yet the stick was immediately dislodged and sent flying. However, before he could make a remark on it, Lux immediately burst out into speech.

"That is very interesting. Intent based magic, that changes so broadly?" She walked over to the table, studying it intently. "There is no burn mark from the attack either. No depression as if it was hit by a blunt object. It's as if the impact never occurred. Yet the evidence is clear. You did hit it with two identical spells, and they provided appreciably different results." She began to chatter on aimlessly about highly specific levels of intent, and what they could mean for magic. "…and if you could incorporate a spells that was generally about stopping the hurt, you could then specify what hurt you want to stop, and then it'd be fixed! No need for rune stones, or highly complicated spellwork…"

Harry was stunned momentarily before letting out a sound suspiciously like a giggle. Ok, now I know. She is a blonde version of Hermione. Oh dear, what am I going to do now. After a moment, he realized that he was giggling, and immediately stopped himself. Giggling is not many enough. Must chuckle. Yes, chuckle. He therefore began to chuckle in an overly loud manner.

Interrupted by this noise, she looked over at him. "What is it you are trying to do? It sounds like you are choking?" Her eyes took on a bit of concern. "Did some stray slagren fly up your nose? That's terrible!" She immediately moved and punched him in the diaphragm, causing him to expel all of the air through his nose.

Wheezing at her actions, Harry waved her off. Holding his wand to his throat, he incanted raspily Anapneo. Taking a dramatically deep breath, he turned and shook his head while putting away his wand. "I'm fine Lux, don't worry." He smirked a bit. "You were just sounding exactly like one of my friends from home there. I was a bit shocked."

She blushed a bit at his words. "Sorry, I did get a bit carried away. It's just exciting to think of all the tactical ramifications a spell like that could have." She paused for a second before looking at him. "It… is a good thing that you are reminded of your friend, right?"

He looked at her oddly. "It is. She is one of my two best friends back at home. She probably is a large part of why I'm still alive." He shrugged. "Trust me, it's a good thing. I just hope I don't have to fight another troll to earn your friendship."

Lux giggled a bit. "They're not too bad by themselves, but when in groups, they can be a problem." Seeing the skeptical look on his face, her smile took on a sheepish manner. "We're talking about different types of trolls, aren't we?"

Harry just grinned and nodded. "Yup, we are." Turning back to the table that was laying there, he said, "Your ideas about the magic are pretty good. Never quite thought about it that way myself. But most of our spells seem to be pretty specific, I suppose." He drew out his wand. "Shall I show?"

She nodded to him. "Be my guest, go right on ahead."

Harry nodded and turned back to the table. Incendio! The jet of fire flew out and lit the table, making it burst into flames. "This is the fire lighting curse. Fairly simple, but I've noticed a few things." He turned to her, waiting for a comment before he continued.

Lux's eyes had gone wide at his action. "What do you think you are doing! That thing won't be easy to replace if they manage to notice what we did to it!"

Smirking at her, he turned around towards the table. Finite Incantatem. The fire immediately disappeared, the only noticeable remnants being a few glowing embers. "Incendio creates a magical fire, one that can be used for a form of travel in my world, as well as being a perfect fire for most potions." He paused again, looking back at her. "It is possible to be put out with water, but it is much easier to cancel the magic fueling the fire. "However, here is another spell that is similar enough." Do this a bit weakly so that nothing hits us. He shouted Confrigo at the table. It splintered down the middle, while flames started licking up the sides of the split.

Lux's eyes were still round at this point as she stared at Harry. Oh dear, what am I going to do. I will have to figure some way to explain this to father, oh dear.

Seeing her shocked look, he figured that it might be best to just start explaining. "This one, however, is dedicated more to attacking. While it does start the fire, the magic is mostly used to create the initial hole. There is no magic to sustain it. So a simple finishing charm won't do." Walking forward, he pointed his wand towards the sky before casting Aguamenti. The water spurted out and onto the table, instantly dousing the small flames. He turned and put his hands behind his back, giving Lux another cheeky grin. "My friend Hermione did make me learn how to cast that one, after she learned we were going to teach fire. Kept on muttering about boys and burning things."

Lux just stood there, staring at the steaming wreckage. Shaking herself out of it, she turned to Harry. "And how do you propose to fix that? Those tables have been in the family for generations."

Harry chuckled, but nodded in understanding. "And your father might get mad for completely destroying it. Don't worry, I can fix that." Idly, he swept his wand towards the table, casting Reparo. As the table floated in the air and stitched itself together, Harry watched Lux's amazed face as it did so. Gonna have to stun her like that more. She has the cutest look on her face.

Slack-jawed, she could barely do more than stare as it automatically repaired itself. Slowly, her eyes lit up, before focusing on Harry. "You have got to teach me that, somehow! That is a wonderful spell!"

Grinning, Harry swept his arms back to the field. "Later perhaps. Let's finish this first, shall we?"

-oo-

As the two of them continued to practice, a voice chuckled from the balcony of a certain nearby castle. "Interesting that a boy this young has this much power. I thought you said that he was 'but a waif' Garen?"

The armored figure beside the voice shrugged. "That's what he looked like at first. Perhaps there is more than him than meets the eye."

The voice again laughed softly. "There usually is. From my travels, I've found that it is often the smallest of monsters that give the hardest of a fight." The voice paused again, before continuing with a bit of curiosity in it. "He is certainly near the same power as little Annie is now, from what little we know. Do you think it is possible to persuade him to join us permanently?"

Garen looked confusedly towards the voice. "Perhaps. He has shown very little overall anger at being summoned, so perhaps he'd like to stay." He watched the two of them continue their testing. "And he is showing a certain fondness for my sister. Maybe that could be used to encourage his continued service for Demacia."

The voice just took on a lilting tone as it directly questioned the visible champion. "You are willing to use your own sister as a means to our ends? From what I do know of her, she would not be very willing to go along with this ploy."

The man shook his head. "Not likely. There are a few things that we could do behind the scenes. Care for us to discuss?"

The voice gave a grunt, before speaking in an almost apologetic tone. "Not yet. I wish to see what else they do. Would be best to discover what our visitor to do." A few minutes of silence drifted by the two as they observed the two young champions some more. "Either way Garen, you are to be commended for your actions. Demacia will thank you for this, I believe."

"I'm glad you believe so, Jarvan. Perhaps they will."