I have been very busy these last two weeks and could not write. Ill update the story every Saturday if I can.
Swain sat at the breakfast table staring at the velvet-covered walls. As others ate around him he was too occupied with his thoughts, sometimes diving deep into his thoughts caused him to become completely oblivious to the people around him. He did not notice Lux missing, but Garen did. To Garen these last few days have been painful, his mistake caused them to be captured by the bandits and his weakness caused them to be kidnapped by the Noxians. Now his sister is all he had left to care for, but now, even that is gone. He gripped his fork as he thought about his sister being free all this time. She could have hurt someone, gone rogue and then cause suffering. All mages are evil, no exceptions. He now understood those years of her running of into her room and locking herself in, he understood the years of hidden glances and tear filled eyes. He now understood Swain's behavior in the Institute of War. He gasped suddenly. He gritted his teeth. His sister led them into and ambush to be saved by the Noxians. He slammed the table and suddenly arose. Swain was ejected from his dormant state of mind and looked directly at Garen.
"Food not to your liking?" he jokingly asked.
Garen snarled and started stomping towards Swain. Swain sighed and slowly slid out his chair to stand up. He pulled his over-coat over his only hand and awaited the eventual attack. He did not give a signal to any guards, or cast any spells. Garen stopped an arms length from Swain. The entire table looked at the two and began gasping and whispering. Garen towered over Swain, and leaned towards him to seem intimidating. The two men stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Finally Garen had enough, he swung at Swain, who suddenly jumped back, dodging the punch completely. Garen seemed bewildered at how far Swain managed to jump, he did not expect that from Swain. Swain again looked into Garen's eyes and smirked. He straightened up then clicked his fingers. Garen looked around for any spells but could not see any. His searching was interrupted when Swain's fist hit him square in the jaw. He held his jaw as he charged at Swain. Again Swain dodged, but Garen still caught his leg. The two smacked into a wall. Both roared in pain. They separated and held their wounded body parts. The stare off continued. When it seemed the two would clash again, they both turned away.
Garen's door opened. He knew who it was. Lux walked in slowly, unsure of what she was going to say. Garen was turned towards the wall. Lux stood in the middle of the room and stared at her feet. She could feel her tears starting to come. She felt a hand touching her shoulder. She nearly screamed but a hand covered her mouth. She felt a cold blade against her throat. Her heart felt like it was about to stop. Suddenly a voice whispered into her ear.
"One movement and you are dead." she recognised the voice, how did Martin get out?
Garen seemed oblivious to the assassin, he seemed to think only him and his sister was there.
"You know sis, I never understood you. You always were so friendly, so helpful. When I ran away to join the Dauntless Vanguard, you wept. But then, whenever I went home, you hid from me. I felt your pain whenever I arrived. I never understood why. I never did. I was blind. Well never again will I be blind. I'll be on guard, I'll be vigilant." He spun around and threw a dagger towards her. It missed her but hit Martin straight in the eye. Martin screamed and dropped the knife he had to her throat. He fell to the floor, lifeless. Garen paced over to Lux and grabbed her arm.
"I hate you for what you are, but you are my sister, and I will stand by your side."
The next day they continued towards the Immortal Bastion.
