Woah, haven't written in a long long time haha. I just got bored and decided to write this haha. Here we go I guess. I have also decided that the reason why certain stories are good is because, not only are they well written, but the author has a personal connection/ experience to the story itself. So, I have decided to discontinue my other stories and focus on this story instead as this story touches on a few aspects that I am at least slightly familiar with. I also totally ship Talon x Lux xddddd

The whole story is written from Talon's POV to date and I might add one from Lux's as well.


I hate school. Not because I was bad at it or anything except for maths maybe, I was always horrible at that. I hated school because it constantly reminded me of the sad truth…...that I was in fact a loner. I was often sitting by myself at the lunch table, eating my sad burger and fries as I watched everyone smile and chat to one another as they shared stories about their life, their weekend plans and all that other fancy stuff. Whilst I did have 1 or 2 close friends and some occasional company when students would come ask me for help when it came to school work. I was alone for most of the time. It didn't matter what happened, what season, what holiday etc, I was always alone. Well I did get letters from Kat and Cass from time to time which warmed me up a bit but for the most part it was the same. Day after day, month after month, year after year. It was as if I was stuck in some sort of time loop, destined to act the same way and interact the same way with other people every single day. Wake up, get a donut at the nearby ice-cream shop on the way to school, sit for the first 2 periods, rest under the willow tree after break, sit for 2 more classes, lunch, 1 more class then I went home where I cooked, studied, worked out and slept. For 5 years, I had experienced the same thing without fail. Of course, I showed no emotion to it whatsoever or at least that's what I liked to think, not paying the slightest attention to what people thought of me as they saw me sitting alone near the tree or at the lunch table.

Honestly, school was a fucking joke. What am I even doing listening to teachers ramble on about academic content that I'm probably never going to ever use. Seriously, who gives a fuck about organic mechanisms, how is that ever going to help me when I'm pursuing a career in game design. Yes, I was interested in game design. Games provided an escape from reality, allowing us to immerse in a virtual reality as a means of escaping our mundane boring lives in my opinion. You might think that my home life is sad and that's because it is. I never knew my biological parents, my first ever memories are in the filthy sewers in the disease ridden, rat infested Noxian slums. Had to steal to survive, spent nights without warmth or food, never really having someone to call family as I spent long periods of time in the sewers. I consider myself extremely lucky that I was taken in by Marcus Du Couteau, who decided to give me a chance at a better life and adopted me into his family after he beat me hands down in a fist fight when he caught me stealing a goblet. It was hard, adjusting to such a friendly environment all of a sudden. It was as if I was living in a new reality, one where everything was set out for me. I no longer had to worry about safety at night, clean food to eat the next day, fresh water to drink etc. It took me a solid year and maybe more to be able to adjust into this new lifestyle. Yet I enjoyed it, it was the first time in my life that I felt loved by someone, someone that would congratulate me when I did well or give me support both physically and emotionally whenever I felt depressed. A family to sit down with during Christmas or a family to comfort me. Hell, I even had 2 "sisters" that helped me with my school work and educated me on the finer things in life, acting like the mum that I never had.

Which is also why a part of the family and an even larger part of me died when Marcus disappeared. It was just like that, he told us he had some business to attend to and he never returned. For weeks I had tried to go looking for him, searching for the one person that genuinely cared for me, the person that was kind enough to give me a second chance. Had it not been for him, I would just be another victim of the disease ridden Noxian slums. I tried over and over again, telling myself each time that I would get a different result despite me doing the exact same thing over and over again. I left the mansion and returned by day, searching the slums, the forests, the mountains and more, yet there was no sign of him. My searches became futile and eventually, the 3 of us reluctantly came to the mutual agreement that "Dad was gone and he was not coming back". I'm not joking when I say that a part of me died the day Marcus disappeared, it was as if all the happiness I ever had in my life was sucked away from me and locked in a safe that I would never be able to reopen. To say I became depressed was an understatement. True, I still had my 2 sisters that I treasured greatly and whilst my bond with them has only gotten stronger throughout the years, that all changed when they both graduated high school and went on to college. Whilst I appreciated everything that they had done for me and the letters they sent me telling me that it would be okay, it wasn't enough for me. I was now the only one left in the empty Du Couteau mansion with no one that cared for me. Same position, same situation, different environment. At first, I shrouded myself behind materialistic wealth, thinking that money would get me out of this state of depression, thinking that if I just display a facade of false happiness by buying the latest video game or shopping for stuff would be able to ease my pain. No, if anything it made it worse. I had no one to share those moments of joy with, no one to play my games with. After months of desperate attempts, I gave up such a habit and trained myself not to care anymore. Kat and Cass could only return once a year despite them wanting to return more frequently, they both studied a very demanding course that constantly required them to go out on field trips. Overtime, I began to change the interior decoration of the mansion. I removed all the family photos around the mansion and placed them in a safe room where I covered them all neatly to prevent dust and damage before locking the door shut. I ensured that Cass and Kat's room were neat before I too locked the door and kept the key.

I thanked all the servants and maids who sympathised with me and 3 of them even gave me a hug, wishing me good luck and telling me that I was a good son. I payed them all and even gave them all an extra 20%, thanking them for their service throughout the years before telling them that for the time being they could return to their homes as they were not needed as of now. The Du Couteau manor eventually became inhabited by a single boy who once lived in the slums. The tapestry was taken down, portraits were taken down, expensive sculptures and artwork were locked away in a safe room. You might be wondering why I was doing something as ludicrous as this. Truth is, I felt as if I did not deserve any of this in a weird way. Now that the Marcus, the man who introduced me to this way of life was gone, I felt guilty trying to enjoy this luxury when the person who introduced me to it was gone. Everyday, I came home to an empty mansion where I would cook my own food, clean, study, exercise and then sleep. It felt weird at the start, living in such a large place with only yourself as your own company, but the human species quickly adapts to its surroundings and I soon became accustomed to it. Not that I enjoyed it, it just became a part of me, something I chose to accept. It did get too lonely at times and I occasionally had a few one night stands with several different women when I was at the age of 15. Yes, I was underaged but I certaintly looked the part, physically at least. It wasn't so much about the sex either, it was the feeling of companionship which despite me trying to suppress, was ultimately a bit too much for my 15 year old self. However, I was now 18 and 3 more years of this had changed me.

You might think that I would just give up school and become some sort of degenerate that was weighed down by depression and would descend into nothingness. No, Marcus had always told me to value strength, integrity and honor, which is why I was determined to finish school and make a good career for myself and the family.

My attitudes on school still did not change however, I still saw it as depressing and boring. Aside from my few friends and educational purposes, the other reason why I attended was because of a certain girl.


Ahh yes, I still remember the first time I lay my eyes on her, heart shaped face with rosy cheeks and a thin lip, square glasses that encased those large baby blue eyes of hers, her long luscious blonde hair that came to her shoulders. I first noticed her when she transferred during 9th grade, a shy girl that radiated positivity and happiness everywhere she went. She had an elder brother who was a senior back then, a friendly, gentle senior that was a football star. Watching her from my position under the tree, I couldn't help but think of how beautiful she was, but at the same time, I envied her.

She got to come to school every morning where her mum and dad would hug and kiss her goodbye as she got out of the white sedan car that their dad drove. On rainy days, she had a driver or a parent that would come and shelter her with a large umbrella, ensuring that not a drop of rain water would touch her porcelain skin as they made their way to their car. In a twisted way, I hated her. I hated how she had everything that I once had and how she never knew what loneliness and pain felt like.

Yes, I was definitely jealous, jealous to the point where I avoided her as to further add to my sorrow of no longer having a family that cared for me. She was the polar opposite to me. Bright and popular, Ms Do no harm, role model student that always sported a smile and turned the heads of everyone wherever she walked by. Me on the other hand, I was a loner, a loner who sat under the same fucking tree everyday and watched other people interact and have fun with each other, trying to remember happy times where I was once part of a family. She was gorgeous, don't get me wrong about that, I would be lying if I didn't consider her adorable. Afterall, with those baby blue eyes, cute face and her figure, practically any boy that I knew off would throw themselves at her feet.

Then again, what do I know about people.

I first encountered this girl named Luxanna during my free period. There I was once again, a student with no friends and no family that sat under a tree that might as well be his as he read his notes or stared up at the sky. The school field was empty as usual, not a lot of people had free periods during this time of the day when I saw her walk over. Her petite figure approached me in the distance, a wide smile present on her face as her eyes beamed at me, screaming "Welcome, I want to be your friend". She approached and introduced herself to me in a sweet voice that forced a small smile on my face although I quickly hid it. I introduced myself as well and she shook my hand.

"Hi there! My name is Luxanna Crownguard, but you can call me Lux, everyone does hahaha" she said as she laughed a cute, innocent laugh.

"My name's Talon, Talon Du Couteau" I answered in a monotone voice. I cursed myself for not being able to show more emotion or anything within my voice. I had never been good with social interaction though.

"I see you're sitting here by yourself, you must have a free period right now am I right?" She asked as she sat down beside me, tucking her skirt in as she sat on the grass next to me.

"Yea" I replied, in that same monotone voice again. God I was fucking horrible at talking to people.

"Must be boring for you" she said, cupping her heart shaped face in her little hands as she looked up at me. I could have sworn I saw her blush a little when she did.

"Its normal for me" I replied

"Awww, that's so sad. I hate being alone as well" she said as she played with her luscious hair.

Part of me wanted to laugh at her response. What did she know about being alone, she never had to experience prolonged periods of solitude from a young age. She never had to lose a family member, she never had to be cast away from everyone and watched as everyone ignored her or pretended she never existed.

I simply grunted in response and I noticed her positive demeanor fade a little. She got back up on her feet, told me it was nice meeting me and that she had to go and prepare for her next class before she stood up and walked away from me. Her blonde hair swaying back and forth in the afternoon sun as she skipped back into the campus. That was the first time in a very long time that I had spoken with a student in the same school that I went to and in an odd way, it felt good. It felt good to know that someone out there still acknowledged my presence instead of some vegetable that sat near a tree. Not that I really cared but I am still human at the end of the day and humans are not adequately adapted to exist in total isolation.


Perhaps it was guilt and frustration that fueled my actions the next time I saw her. I always went to school early as I didn't have to notice or interact with any other students. Walking into the campus building, I heard a small commotion near the library and heard a small whimper that sounded like Luxanna's voice. I know this because to date, that was the one person that had interacted with me the most and her sweet voice stayed in my head ever since. Lurking in the shadows, I watched 2 boys who were making fun off her near the "History" section of the school library. She was almost in tears and was huddling in the corner, curled up into a ball, her large glassy blue eyes leaking tears.

Despite my hatred for her perfect life, there was something about her eyes that captivated me, so pure, so innocent, as if she never once committed a single wrong doing in her life. I don't know if it was my guilt for not interacting with her properly and thus blowing my chance at making a new friend or my frustrations towards her but I stood up for her, for whatever reason. I simply revealed myself from the shadows and glared daggers at the 2 boys who approached me getting ready to confront me as they left the blonde girl huddled in the corner, still with her eyes welded shut, concealing tears.

The first boy pushed me into a corner and began taunting me for trying to be a hero as the second simply laughed and watched. Something snapped within me and with a lot more force than he was expecting, I shoved the first boy into the wall and pinned him towards it, the second boy charged at me at full speed, ready to tackle me to the floor after witnessing what had been done to his other friend. I quickly vaulted over him, using a nearby fire extinguisher to assist me as the second boy was sent flying and ended up falling face first onto the cold tiled floor. I gave each of them a few punches and they ran off, scared shitless for a fact. Fucking spoiled kids, preying on those who were innocent.

I ran back in and wished to tell Luxanna that they were gone and that she no longer had to hide but to my dismay, she was gone. It pained me for the rest of the day, not because I wanted to be her knight in shining armor nor did I even want to be in the first place. I just wanted to show her that I cared about her, despite my atrocious communication skills and lack of emotion. Yes, I was acting like a silly boy, head over heels for a cute girl I had met twice but it is what it is. I couldn't piece it together though, for countless nights I lay there in the empty mansion, twisting and turning in my sheets as I tried to figure out why I was so attracted to her.

We were polar opposites of each other, 2 ends of a spectrum that were so different there was no possible similarity between us. Yet here I was, thinking about her even as I slept. Was it her cute looks, her luscious hair, her sweet personality, her radiance? I didn't even know to be honest, it was just something about her. I finally figured out after multiple mental brainstorming sessions. It was because she embodied everything that he once wished he was. I had only become sour and lonely ever since Marcus left 6 years ago, that part of my soul never being able to return, and why should it? It belonged to Marcus anyway, he was the light that pulled me out of the dark tunnel, teaching me what it meant to value family and friends above all materialistic wealth.

She was everything I could have been and deep down, despite all the coldness that radiated off of me, I too longed for that feeling of warmth and recognition as well. Warmth and recognition that I once had until I tried to suppress it, not wanting to feel the pain I once felt.


Alright guys, thats chapter one for now. I just decided to write this as I have witnessed this to a small extent happen to someone at my school before and I just decided to write about it. I think it fits the character of Talon pretty well but I changed it a little bit so that we get to see what Talon's life once was and what it could have been had it not been for Marcus's departure. I always felt as though Talon never recovered emotionally when the general left as he was taken in at a pretty young age I think.

Feel free to leave any comments whatsoever, I read each and everyone of them haha. Have a good day and stay safe:))