Prologue: The Storm.

Jerrod Ferros opened the door of his home to inspect the damage the previous night's storm had wrought upon his small farmstead. The storm had come without warning, tearing through the small town with a ferocity few had seen before this deep within Demacia. He squinted as thin beams of sunlight peeked through the clouds that remained overhead and illuminated the still-wet ground.

"Father?"

The man grunted, looking back to see the face of his daughter staring back at him anxiously, her anxiety likely being tied to the well-being of the cow and two horses that remained locked in the barn. With a deep sigh and another glance outside, he stepped aside to let her through. Without another word, the girl dashed out the door towards the barn, her brown hair billowing in the wind as she ran.

"Amelia!" Jerrod called, causing her to stop and turn back to him.

"I will be by the fields, come and find me once you have finished your chores!"

Amelia nodded.

"Yes, father!" The girl turned on her heel and continued her run towards the barn.

He watched her as she ran and disappeared into the barn through the two large doors on the building's front. He allowed himself a nostalgic smile as he strode out into the cold autumn air, had it been twelve years already? It seemed only yesterday to him that he had been holding her in his arms, swaddled in a blanket as she smiled and giggled back at him.

With those memories, however, came the memories of his wife, and almost immediately the smile was gone from his face. He shook his head as he strode towards the wood-pile that lie only a few yards from his cornfields, he regretted making Amelia grow up without a mother, but he was years past his prime now, and while he still had strength enough in him to fend off bandits and wild animals, he knew the time to remarry had long passed.

Yanking the axe out of the stump used as a cutting block, he took a small log and placed it on the stump, then raised the axe and brought it down on the log, splitting it in two. He repeated this process countless more times bringing down his frustrations upon the wood again and again until the voice of his daughter brought drew his focus away from the wood.

"Father, I've finished my chores!"

She walked up to him with a smile on her face, "Willow and Ember were scared by the storm, but I calmed them down, and Lilah is fine, I fed them and refilled their water troughs."

"Good,good." Muttered Jerod, "We'll need to go into town soon, sell off our excess harvest."

Amelia blue eyes brightened with excitement at the prospect of a visit to the town, the visits grew rarer as winter drew closer, with Jerrod not wanting to risk either of their health over a few trivial goods, but if they were to buy supplies to last the winter, they would need to sell off whatever they didn't need to supplement what food they could grow by themselves. But with that always came the risk of attack by animals,bandits, or even worse, the town's detachment of soldiers discovering their little secret.

"I need you to check the crop, make sure the storm didn't damage anything."

"Yes, father."

Amelia strode past him and towards the cornfields, he watched her, wondering how long it would be before he would open the door to find mageseekers standing outside of his door. If only somewhere outside of Demacia he could take her, but any journey they made would only increase their chance of being discovered.

Shaking his head, Jerrod reached for another piece of wood to vent his frustration on when the shrill scream of his daughter made his heart drop.

"Father!" Amelia shouted from the cornfield. "Father, come quickly!"

Jerrod wasted no time, sprinting into the cornfield, ax still in hand as he brushed aside cornstalks.

"Amelia!" He shouted. "Amelia, where are you?!"

"Here, father, hurry!"

Turning towards the sound of her voice,he tore through the field until he found her, but she was not alone.

A young boy, from the look of him no older than Amelia, lay unconscious his head in Amelia's lap. She looked up at him, panic in her eyes.

"I found him like this, do you think he is from the town?"

Jerrod kneeled, placing his ear to the boy's chest, he heard a heartbeat, thank the gods, but it was faint. Taking a better look at the boy, he took note of the strange clothes the boy wore, and as he inspected him further, he found a strange mark on the boy's hand, seemingly branded there. He didn't like the look of the mark, it seemed…. Off.

Shaking the thought off, he quickly picked the boy up off of Amelia's lap.

"Fetch a bucket of water from the well, I'll take him inside."

Amelia got to her feet, scrambling off to do as she was told.

Jerrod began walking back to the house, carrying the boy in his arms, he didn't know where this boy came from, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't shake the feeling that this boy wasn't from the town, or Demacia for that matter.

With a sigh, he continued towards the house, knowing that today would be a great deal more interesting than both he and his daughter had expected.

Author's Note

Can you guess why I started an LOL fic?

Arcane is a dope show, and the world of league of legends is just too cool not to at least try to write about. Plus, I wanted something to write about when I start to get burnt out on Hiraeth. Hope this goes well.