Hi everyone! As the pen name implies, I am a girl who plays LoL(League of Legends) This is my first fanfiction ever published on . I deeply support the KatarinaXGaren ship, and I just need something to release my love of it.

And here it is! :D

Prologue

The young Noxian stood in the shadows of the alleyways of her home country, the grimy light struggling to cut through the darkness. A long, black steeled dagger spun between her fingers, showing her impatience. Her long red hair fluttered in the slight breeze. She sighed and leaned against the brick wall.

The raven flew in, cawing loudly, and perched onto her head. She was unfazed, as she knew what was coming next. The tall figure emerged from the darkness, half masked, eyes glittering with menace.

"My assassin." The cold, cruel voice rang out, with a hint of cold steel in it.

She braced herself. "What do you want, Swain?" she hissed. "I'm not going after some petty Demacian again."

His eyes sparked with rage, but he kept still. "You are going to eliminate a Demacian-"

"Oh please," she snapped. "Do you know how boring that is?! Give me something that's worth doing for a Du Couteau."

"No interrupting, please. I have a very important task for you. Noxus depends on its success."

She sheathed her dagger and crossed her arms. "I'm listening."

Swain's eyes burned. "Eliminate the commander of the Dauntless Vanguard. Without him, Demacia will crumble to dust. The people will scatter like lost yordles. Right into our waiting hands."

The assassin looked unimpressed. "Fine," she snarled. "I'll do it."

"Okay then. Remember, if you fail-"

"Get the fuck out," she snapped. "Not interested in this meaningless shit."

Swain's eyes sparked, and the huge raven on her head squeezed its talons, making her gasp out in pain. She suddenly felt a hint of steel at her throat. Scarlet drops, black in the dark, fell to the ground.

"Never speak to me like that again," he snarled. "You are a mere murderer-for-hire. I have the authority to do whatever I'd like to do." She could do nothing but nod.

"If you fail," he continued, "I may have to speak to Talon about this, so he gets the glory. Or, I may have to reconsider your rank as a Noxian assassin. Understand?"

"Yes sir," she gagged. Satisfied, he removed the dagger from her throat. "Our business here is done," he said. "Get out."

The redhead turned around and began walking back to the Du Couteau residence. As much as she felt enraged, she smiled. Assassinate the commander of the Dauntless Vanguard.

Garen Crownguard.