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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been updating this story as school got in the way. But to make it up to those who read my fanfic, I will give you all a a small token of apology. You guessed it, two chapters will be released in the next two days. But as always, thanks for reading this and don't be hesitant towards giving a review!

Chapter 5: Elias, Awakened

Elias wasn't expecting to be dubbed the Judge of the Fallen. Even less so to be tackled by a blonde girl going at light speed; literally. After being rammed down to the ground by Lux, Elias whimpered in pain. "Owww!" he exclaimed. The luminescent blonde looked at him for a brief second before dismounting off of him. "Sorry, sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going and I'm panicking and... and," she trailed off. Elias sat up and brushed himself off, still wincing at the pain in his back from falling. "It's fine, it's fine. Wait why are you panicking?" he asks her.

The blonde started to quiver at his question. "One of my friends, she... went missing and I'm starting to get worried about her," Lux answered with a hint of fright in her voice.

"Your friend? Who is it? And why not get the rest of the Demacian's to help you?" he quickly responded.

"I-I can't tell you okay? I just have to find her quickly... then maybe I'll show you."

"Lux that isn't going to help the situation if I don't know who I'm looking for okay? So please just tell me."

"Fine I'll give you a hint! She has white hair. That's the hint you get." she snaps at him.

Elias's eyes widened as he figures it out. "Wait is it Ri- Her?" She nods and more of her confidence seems to flood back into her. "Yes it is her. Now do you understand why I can't tell you or the others?" Lux says in a quiet voice. He nods and leans in closer. "Where was she last seen?" he whispers. She looks around the area before coming close to him, "I saw her last near the back entrance of the Institute. After that I don't know where she went."

"I'll check there first. Anywhere else she would have gone?" he asks . The blonde shakes her head. "If anywhere it would be her room but that's on the way past the... Oh gods," she exclaimed. She turns towards him and now has a scared look in her eyes. "Darius and Draven probably have her," Lux whispered with tears now forming in her eyes.

When he heard the names Darius and Draven, Elias bolted off towards the exit of the Institute of War. Oh god if they have her she's most likely going to die. I hope I get there soon. He started to pick up the pace before it was too late for her. Hopefully help would arrive on time. Otherwise there'd be a dead champion on his hands.

Muffled cries were heard from the bonded woman draped over Darius's shoulder. "Shut it traitor before we kill you here and now," Darius snarled. While Darius was trying to silence the woman, Draven was carelessly juggling his axes for amusement. "Hey brother," the younger sibling started, "Why go through all the trouble now to kill her? I mean she's been exiled for 3 years now, Draven doesn't see a point in killing her now." The elder of the two huffed and kept on marching. "It's because of her involvement with that Demacian scum she called 'friend' Draven. That alone is enough to warrant her death; even if she was exiled, she is still of Noxian blood."

Draven just nodded and kept walking along side his brother. It's a pity such a young, beautiful thing like her has to go. Draven would have loved to call her his wife, the youngest thought to himself. Before long the two siblings were at their secret location where they would execute the woman in custody. The eldest placed her to the ground in front of him and propped her against a rock. Some more muffled cries of help came from the rag that silenced the poor woman, but were ignored by the two heartless men before her. With her hands and feet bound and her mouth gagged, there was no help coming for her. All she could do is sit there in silence until her demise.

As a gesture of caution, Darius unclipped his axe from his belt and grasped it firmly. Draven fished out a small parchment from his armor and began reading it aloud. "Riven of Noxus. You are hereby found guilty of associating and befriending a Demacian. Although you are classified as an exile, blah blah blah… You're gonna die sweet cheeks." After he had finished reading he crumpled up the paper and threw it to the side. Darius grunted and walked over to his brother. "So do you want to do it Draven? You are the Glorious Executioner after all," asked the eldest.

To his brother surprise Draven shook his head. "How about we let the lass here choose? Draven feels like sharing the glory with his older brother." Darius chuckled and patted him on the back; a sentiment that was rarely seen between Noxians. Draven moved towards the grey haired woman and took the rag out of her mouth. "Well sweet cheeks? Who do you wanna get killed by? Me the Glorious Executioner, or my brother The Hand of Noxus?," the youngest sibling asked.

Riven spat in his face as a reply. Draven stepped back from her and wiped his face. He chuckled and looked at her before striking her. "Looks like it's me you're gonna have to deal with bitch," he almost literally spat in her face. Never had he been so humiliated, not even by his brother when they were kids. Now next to his brother with his back turned to Riven he took one of his signature axes off of his back. "Untie her feet brother, Since I'm the one killing her I'm gonna do it Draven style," he tells Darius. The older one nods and unties her feet. "Now let the Glorious Executioner do his job," Draven says to Riven with an evil smile. "Run little piggy." Without a second thought the Exile dashes away in hopes of escaping.

Elias had been running for what seemed to be days. He searched tirelessly for the Exile around the Institute but to no avail. He searched and searched but he couldn't find any trace of her. "Damn you'd think a giant man with an axe and his egotistical brother would have left some form of evidence," he said aloud to himself. "Looking for something?" a small and childlike voice from behind says. The Judge of the Fallen spins quickly on his heels to be met by a small creature wearing a hat and carrying what seemed to be a piece of bamboo. "Teemo you scared the hell out of me," Elias exclaims. He sits down on a rock next to him and stares at the small fuzzy creature.

"Never met you before. Who are you?" the yordle asks curiously. "Ah the new champion that dropped in. Say you wouldn't have seen Darius or Draven around here have you?" Teemo pulls out his telescope and surveys the area. "Last I saw of them they went about a mile north of here," he states. "Why do you wanna know where they are?" Elias's face turns dark and cracks his neck. "I'm looking for someone. And those two know where to find them. A mile north of this area you said?" The small creature nods and points towards north. "Said someone wouldn't happen to be a girl they took with them would it?"

The Judge nodded slowly and had a fierce anger in his eyes. The small yordle simply nodded and put away his telescope, "Anything else you need?" Elias rubbed his temples and looked at Teemo again. "I need you to tell the Demacian's to head over there as quickly as possible," he tells him. Teemo gives a small salute before scurrying off to find them. After the yordle is out of sight, Elias dashes off towards the north in hopes to find Riven before it's too late.

Multiple thoughts began to race in his mind and they weren't particularly good ones. When he was about half way to the location that Teemo told him about, the Judge tripped over something. A muffled groan was heard but it wasn't his. When he had looked down to see what had made the sound, he saw a tanned girl with white-grey hair bounded lying face down on the ground. "Well there goes that issue," he mutters to himself. Standing up he lifts her out of the dirt and helps her stand.

When Riven was upright she started to dash again but collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain. Elias went over to help and saw that her ankle seemed to be twisted at an nasty angle, not to mention the gashes in her bare feet and her arms were bound together. "Shit this isn't good. Riven I need you to hold on tight to me," Elias commanded. She looked at him confused as to why he knew her name and why he was helping her. He quickly got down on his knees and lifted her up onto his back. Surprisingly she seemed light to him but he couldn't dawdle over that for long for he could hear voices coming in close to him.

After he heard the voices he started to break into a mad dash towards the Institute of War. Riven groaned in pain as he bounced around the rocky terrain. "Just leave me to die. I don't have a home to go to anyway," she said quietly. Elias heard her and scowled. "Dammit Riven don't say things like that. There's more to life than being an exile and having no home to return to. I mean..." he trailed off. Riven was about to ask what he was about to say but another sharp burst of pain erupted from her ankle. She gritted her teeth and whispered a curse into his shoulder.

After his little rant, the two became silent before Elias perked up again. "So why is it that Darius and Draven were out to kill you?" he asked sincerely. She sighed as if she'd been asked that a million times but responded with, "Made friends with a Demacian. What else is there to explain?" Shaking his head the Judge sighed and kept running. "Stupid wars and factions. Why is it such an issue for people to just the hell along with one another?" Riven took his words a bit to heart given she knew he was talking about Demacia and Noxus but at the same time she felt the same as him. Before long the two were almost at the Institute's back entrance.

A smile came across the pairs faces but were soon turned into looks of despair. They were greeted with two sinister grins accommodated with large weapons. "Fuck we almost made it," Elias murmurs to himself. Both parties stared intensely at each other before Darius step forward. "So you've gotten your powers now eh? Too bad they didn't help you out any boy," he said with a scowl on his face. The Judge stared at the giant of a man who towered over him so easily and was slightly trembling. "Bro, he isn't on the list of people to kill," Draven said with a palm on Darius's shoulder. The elder shrugged off his brothers hand before raising his axe to the air. "This is the end. For both of you." At the end of his words Elias and Riven knew that their ends would be brought upon them... or so they thought. Just as Darius began to swing his axe downward a familiar voice came from out of nowhere.

"DEMACIA!" yelled the voice. The fierce battle cry was met with a large prisma of colors was sent towards the Hand of Noxus. He quickly evaded the attack as well as his brother. Elias had looked over to see if it who he though it was; and he was right. Lux stood there with Garen, Jarvan, Shyvana, and Teemo who was perched up on Garen's shoulder. "I brought reinforcements!" saluted the tiny yordle. A small, quiet chuckle came out of Elias's mouth but it seemed off from his usual self. Riven heard his quiet laugh and she immediately recognized what he was laughing at, and it wasn't a good thing. Before she could say anything an axe came whirling past her face. Another mini-war has just been started.

Once the second of Draven's axes had flown, Jarvan had thrown a flag at him and used his spear to launch himself towards Draven. Darius snarled and raised his axe again to strike Elias and Riven but Garen leaped forward and blocked the axe with his massive sword. The Noxian growled and tried to pull the sword away from Garen but he held a firm grasp on his sword. While Garen was dealing with Darius, Jarvan was having a difficult time dealing with Draven. Since he didn't wear as much armor as the Prince, the Executioner could move more freely compared to him; and could not be as easily exhausted. Draven started to hurl his axes at the Prince but he deflected with with his lance.

The Executioner chuckled lightly before swinging both of his axes forward with extreme precision and speed. Jarvan quickly dashed towards the blades and blocked them with his sturdy lance. He tried to hold his ground against the axes but the raw speed and power behind them caused the Prince to become quickly exhausted. Before he could give way to the blades Jarvan yelled furiously before swinging his lance, and the axes away from himself and the others. Once the blades were out of the way Jarvan collapsed to the ground heaving heavily. "Is that all you've got?" he barked at Draven. Victorious laughter was all that the Prince got as a reply. As quickly as he could muster, Jarvan spun around to see that the blades he deflected earlier were heading towards Lux, Shyvana, Elias, and Riven.

"No... I must sa-" Jarvan said before collapsing. Garen who had rendered Darius unconscious with his ultimate he saw two deadly axes heading towards the remaining group. "Get out of there!" he shouted. Lux quickly shot up and saw the axes flying towards them. She swiftly used her Light Binding to catch one of the axes but the other whizzed past her spell. The stray axe was headed towards Elias, and no one could stop it in time. The Demacian's cried out his name for him to dodge but it was too late. A sickening thwip sound was made as steel had rammed itself into the Judge's chest. A tiny gurgle was all that was heard in the fray, before it was greeted with the loud thud of his body hit the ground.