Syndra and Oberon were both sitting on the edge of the boat staring at the Demacian walls. They had been sitting on there for at least half an hour admiring the wall.

"Didn't they make these walls to avoid Noxus?" Syndra asked without pulling her eyes away.

"For the most part." He said. "I think just to stay away from everyone too." Oberon reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen. He unfolded the blank piece of paper and pushed it against his knee so he could write.

"Who you writing too?" Syndra asked while sitting up so she could see what he was doing.

"My sister. She told me that if I didn't mail her whenever she sent a letter she would come to Demacia herself and kill me. Well, I don't know if that's directly what she said but something like that." Oberon said with a smile as he thought about her. He began to write every detail about his Adventure to Demacia. He wrote about the cruise, the luxury, How the ship sunk, the island with a side note about how the skills dad taught him on spearfishing helped. He wrote about Syndra who was with him the whole way, and how they were currently on a fishing boat pulling into the Demacian harbor. Once he was done he folded the letter up again and put it in his pocket. He knew Syndra watched him write but he paid no concern. It didn't matter if she had seen what he wrote.

Oberon stood up and let out a long stretch. The Demacian wall was so close he could see people walking on the top of it and near the Harbor.

"I'm going to go grab my stuff," Oberon said while stretching. "I hope you didn't lose anything too important from the cruise."

"Nothing too important. Just money but if I can get a job I shouldn't have to worry about money." She said.

"Have you thought about my offer of coming with?" Oberon asked before he left.

Syndra nodded and didn't pull her eyes away from the Harbor. "I want to but I can't take the risk of injuring anyone."

Oberon frowned and sat down next to her once again. "You wouldn't hurt me, we would be training."

"I know but magic is forbidden in Demacia so if somewhat figured out I used it I would be banished. Also If I exert much power at once while training with you I could turn into the Dark Sovereign. It's the same thing that happened to my teacher, we were training and the duel we had got too intense."

"Don't worry about the Dark Sovereign coming. We don't even have to spar I just need a mage who has had a first-hand experience to teach me how magic works. No one will know about your magic except me, you have my promise no one will know." Oberon was never a person to make promises. He prefered to let things be as is but Syndra otherwise would have to go settle down and from what he could tell she didn't want to. She looked him in the eyes as if she was trying to find something in them.

"We have to be very careful okay?" She said with a worried expression. Oberon nodded with a smile, he was trying his best to lighten up the mood. "Okay, we are almost ready to get off so go grab your stuff."

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Syndra and Oberon parted ways with the fishing crew. He thanked them all for their assistance then offered them gold for their troubles. The younger kid was about to accept the money but the older man stepped in and told Oberon that it was every human's responsibility to help one another. They got off the boat onto the dock and was immediately surrounded by a crowd of people who were in a rush to get on a boat.

"First things first, we need to get you to a hospital," Oberon stated. They weaved there way through many people until they found an immigrant area which held maps of the city. They made their way to the nearest hospital which once again had technology that neither Oberon or Syndra had seen before. A nurse brought them into a room in which Syndra and Oberon sat. The nurse peeled the bandage off of Syndra's leg and began pulling out the stitches.

"I would assume you two came from Ionia?" The nurse said while she worked. Both of them nodded. "Well, we have a new technology from piltover that heals a wound 99% of the time. It's called a health potion, I'm sure you have all heard of it before but a scientist in piltover actually invented one." The nurse pulled a crimson vile out of the cabinet and handed it to Syndra. Syndra took it suspiciously and took a close look at it. "Drink it and it should heal you right up." Syndra hesitantly unscrewed the vial then downed the red fluid. The nurse took the empty vial and knelt down to Syndras leg. She took the bandage off and pulled the stitches out of her leg. As if magic Syndra's legs skin grew over itself and sealed.

"That's crazy!" Syndra gasped. She ran her fingers over the skin to find it was red and sensitive.

"How much?" Oberon asked so he could get straight to the point.

"4 silver." The nurse said while reaching out her hand. Oberon dug into his pockets and paid her the amount.

"Before we leave I wanted to know if you know where this location is," Oberon said before the nurse left. He handed her a folded piece of paper that held the address to the Grandmasters location.

"It's in a higher up district, your map only shows you the local area but if you find a street carriage I'm sure if you tell them the address they will bring you there." The nurse guided them out of the hospital and back out onto the street. The streets were full of people cutting in and out of their way. After a little while of walking aimlessly, Syndra spotted a carriage that was not moving. They walked up to it together and spotted an older looking back on the front of it with reigns in his hand.

"Looking to go somewhere?" He called at them; the man had only a few brown teeth in his jaw.

"Yes, can you take us to this address?" Oberon shouted over the loud crowd. He handed the man the piece of paper who only had to lay his eyes upon it for a second.

"Of course I can, depends on if you can pay." He said with a toothy grin. Well, it would have been toothy if he had any.

"How much?"

"45 silver."

"45 silver!" Oberon exclaimed in surprise. "Why so much?"

"Well, it's quite a long distance if you don't know, besides I also have to play a 10 silver fee for even entering the high wealth." He grunted as if Oberon should have known that.

"Okay, yeah I'll pay." Oberon paid the man who then signaled for him and Oberon to get on the back. Syndra got on first and then he did. As soon as the two were sat down the horses starting moving through the busy streets.

"Oberon I hope you know how nice you are being to me," Syndra said breaking the silence that happened between them. "Your taking me with you and paying for all of this stuff, what can I do for you besides train with you," Syndra asked with cute eyes that crushed his heart.

"No need to pay me back." He stated firmly. He was honestly just glad he changed shirts with her on the boat because if she was wearing the V neck he wouldn't be able to look away. "You lost something valuable in the crash and it would be inhuman of me not to help." Instead of saying anything Syndra smiled and embraced him in a hug. Although neither he nor her had showered in days she smelled like a strawberry punch. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her to return the hug. Her body was soft and comfortable, nothing like his. To be honest all he really wanted to do was hold onto her as long as he could, enjoying her hug for as long as the ride was but he pulled away. He didn't need a romantic relationship in his life at all. He doubted Syndra liked him that way and it was no time for anyone to get attached to him. He was the Gladiator God and when war comes chances are he won't make it home.

Syndra seemed almost like she was sad that he broke the hug. She blushed lightly and then quickly looked to the other side of the street. Does she like me that way? Oberon asked himself. Do I like her that way? He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and focused on the task at hand. The carriage stopped on the outside of an inner wall that seemed to lead farther inside of the great Demacian city. The old man jumped out of the driver seat and began talked to the guards like everyday chit-chat. Syndra and Oberon sat there patiently over the course of 15 minutes waiting for him come back.

Instead of waking up to the driver's spot on the carriage he climbed up the stairs and stood right in front of Oberon.

"So tell me, kid, why are you going to the Grandmasters place?" He asked with a sly grin.

"That's none of your concern," Oberon said with a stern expression.

"It is most definitely my concern when I am taking you to him. Now you could tell me why you are going there or act stubborn and get yourself killed." The old man sprung a knife from his belt and attached it to Oberon's throat. "Not a move from you love." He winked at Syndra, he was still wearing that devious smile. He looked down at the guards and made a strange hand signal towards them. The shorter one jumped on the carriage and trapped Syndra viciously by grabbing a big ball of her silver hair. He pulled it and walked her off the carriage also with a pistol to her temple.

"What is this?" Oberon moves slightly in Syndra's direction but immediately felt the blade slightly pierce the flesh of his neck.

"Make a move and he will blow her head off." He threatened with a more serious tone. "I reckon with the quality of that girl I'll get a very handsome penny for her if I sell her to some rich man in Noxus." The other guard pulled out a pair of handcuffs and latched them onto both of Oberon's hands. "As for you, I don't have much of a user so we'll head to the nearest forest and dispose of you sound good?" He said and pated Oberon on the shoulder. With a hard crack, the man swung his fist back and struck him in the face, knocking him out cold.

Oberon awoke sometime later. His vision was mostly black and he had an intense pain aching in his head. He adjusted his eyesight to find himself sprawled out on the ground looking up at the trees above him. The sound of footsteps echoed around him as people stepped around in the grass. Oberon came to his senses and recalled what happened with Syndra and the strange man he hired. He snapped his body up and looked around with deep anger in his eyes. He was in the middle of a forest with two other people looking down at him.

He recognized the older man who was leaning against a tree with a smug smile on his face. "That's quite the girl you had with you there." He commented while Oberon was assessing the situation he was in. Anger was on the brink of consuming him. He wanted to snap the man's head off but it took all of his will to remain calm. "I have some questions for you boy." He grinned and leaned closer to Oberon so they were eye to eye.

"How does answering these questions benefit me?" Oberon asked through clenched teeth.

"Smart kid, after all the only thing you can look forward to right now is for something to benefit you huh?" He patted Oberon on the shoulder clearly trying to piss him off even more. "You tell us what we want to know and we'll just put a bullet in your head. Drag that shit on and I'll cut your dick off. Sound good?" Oberon nodded without showing any fear. "Alright question one; How old is this girl?"

"Twenty."

"Good, Nice and young. Where is she from?"

"Ionia."

"Is She a virgin?"

Oberon was completely caught off guard by the question. "W-what why?" The raised his fist and slammed Oberon once again across the face.

"You're not asking the questions kid, I am. I suppose it doesn't hurt for you to know but virgins tend to be worth a lot more money when we sell em."

"I have no idea if she is or not. I would guess no though."

"Wait you mean to tell me you haven't tried a piece of the pie? I saw how close you two were." He said with doubt. "Well, thanks for the answers kid." He pulled his revolver out and held the barrel to Oberon's forehead. The other man who was also watching him had leaned against a tree and began to smoke a cigarette. Oberon bent his head forward then ran around the side of the older man. He used his handcuffs to wrap around the man's neck into a choke hold. He gasped loudly for breath and grunted at the man trying to get his attention. The man blindly pointed his gun at him and fired off a round. It grazed Oberon on the cheek.

"Let go of me you fuck!" He gasped. The man who was leaning against the tree found his attention on Oberon. He slung his revolver up in the air and aimed it at Oberon. He looked like he had the full intent of unloading a bullet in Oberon's head but held back because Oberon was using the older man as a body shield. Without consideration, Oberon reached his hands up onto the man's head and snapped it. The crackle of the neck breaking filled the noiseless air. Oberon dove immediately towards the nearest tree as bullets flew into the ground around him. He reached behind the tree and assessed the situation. The man ahead of him could swing around and shoot him at any moment, he wouldn't be able to do anything either because of his hands were tied.

"Come out with your hands up you bastard." The man snarled. "You don't do so and I can promise you I will make that cutie you had with you worse than a sex slave. I can always send her to Zaun, they may pay less but let me tell you they love to torture their girls." The rage that Oberon managed to keep suppressed before burst out all once. His tattoo lit up brightly making all of his veins flash the color of celestial blue. His pupils also changed to the same color but only for an instance, but in that instance, Oberon lunged on top of the man and slammed his head into a nearby rock that instantly cracked the man's head open.

Oberon stood up and gripped tightly at his tattoo. All of the sudden energy he had drained back into his tattoo, almost with a force that seemed to weaken him. He had to no time to regain his strength, for all he knew Syndra could be getting raped or beaten or worse, being sold. First of all he had to figure out where the hell he was. It was some sort of forest that he hoped wasn't too far from Demacia or Syndra. He roamed the area looking for anything he could use to find Syndra.

He came up upon a strange cabin in the woods that normally wouldn't attract anyone to go inside but he knew these assholes liked to hide in the most remote places, besides there were lights he had seen in the inside. He first circled around the outside and listened for any source of sound there were a few creeks but he heard various sounds of a woman making strange sounds. Every part of him wanted to run in that and slaughter every single man who was the cause of this but he knew if he ran in there it could easily lead to him getting killed. After listening for a while he heard a few men inside talking to each other about the "new girl." Who he could only assume was Syndra.

"Where the hell is Daren?" One of them sighed in annoyance.

"Probably fucking with the kid." The other replied then took a drag from something which made him cough.

"I'm half tempted to go in there and have some fun." The first one said. That just made him first on Oberon's list.

"You know the rule, Poel, not until we know more."

"You actually believe he would let us this time? I say we do it while he's gone." He outbursts to his coworker.

"Wait! Besides Poel, you have a wife. Are you that willing to be unloyal." The other man snarled back to his partner.

"None of your fucking business!" The conversation was starting to get heated which with both men distracted would be a perfect time to strike. But before he had the chance they started fist fighting hard. It made even easier for him, he walked in the door and found the two beating the shit out of each other in the living quarters. He snuck up behind the one who was currently on top of the other and pulled him into a choke hold. Without wasting time he pulled the knife out of the man's belt and slit his throat. Before the man who was on the bottom could react he threw the knife up in the air, grabbed it by the blade and threw it into the guy's heart. The truth was both of the men were completely outmatched, Oberon had assumed they were both hired men with no prior training. He pulled the knife out and whipped it on one of the men's shirts to clean it.

He pulled away from the dead bodies without a thought and opened the first door. The sight and smell were horrific. A teenage girl who was most likely 17 was handcuffed to a bar that was welded to the wall. The room was extremely dirty with feces and urine everywhere. The girl had little to no clothes on her body, a rag or two but mostly nude. He faltered a little but knelt down next to her. Her eyes widened and she pushed herself away from him making the handcuff slide along the bar.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly. Slowly he moved his hand to her mouth and pulled the white handkerchief out of her mouth. She burst out sobbing. Oberon ran out of the room and grabbed the pair of keys out of dead man's belt. He went back to the poor girl and unlocked the handcuffs. The girl embraced him while crying loudly, he could feel the tears soaking his shoulder. Oberon pulled the cloak he had off of his shoulders and wrapped it around her. He walked her out of the room and sat her down on a bench. "There might be other girls I have to go find, will you be alright here?" The girl nodded and sniffed. Oberon broke away and started to check other rooms. The first couple was empty but just as dirty as the other girls, telling him other woman had been there previously. He reached the last room and opened it. The first thing he noticed was silver hair that glowed in the dark room.

He rushed over to Syndra and uncuffed her before she could say anything. Syndra was about to say something but was stopped from tears. They embraced one another in a tight hug. Like the other girl, she cried on his shoulder. "Did they do anything to you?" He whispered without breaking the hug.

"No." She muttered through tears. A huge wave of relief went through Oberon. Oberon pulled away and set his eyes on her outfit. She was wearing different clothes from before, she had a ragged pair of shorts and shirt.

"What did they do to your clothes?" He asked while looking around to see where they were.

"They burned them."

"What? Why?" Oberon pulled his attention back to her.

"I don't know. They made me take all of my clothes off in front of them and gave me these." She said.

"So you're 100% sure they didn't do anything to you?" He asked again. She nodded and put on a smile.

"I can't believe you made it." She cried happily. "I thought for sure they would kill you."

"They tried, but while one wasn't looking I broke free. We have to go now though, no time for talk."

"Why?"

"There was another girl with you who was less fortunate. She's waiting for us, we have to bring her back to where she came from then notify the Demacian guard." Oberon grabbed her hand softly and pulled her out into the hallway where the teenager was waiting. Syndra walked up to the girl and held out her hand lightly. The girl looked at it and hesitantly held it.

"Holy shit Oberon look at your arm!" Syndra pointed at his left arm. He looked at it and found a bullet hole that went through his wrist. He didn't notice it at an until she pointed it out and even when he knew it was there he didn't feel pain. Crimson blood trickled down his arm and dropped onto the floor.

Oberon dismissed the wound right away. "Just a wound I'll fix it later, right now we need to get her home."

"No, we need to fix your up first. The last thing we want is for it to get infected." Syndra said stubbornly.

"I'm fine I swear. Come on let's get out of here." Oberon walked out of the building before Syndra could argue with him more. He heard her sigh in frustration but ignored it, it wasn't her job to worry about him. As they walked Oberon kept quite to himself, only listening to the conversation between the two girls. The questions Syndra asked were mostly basic ones like where do you live or how old are you. He decided to break there conversation when a question he wanted to ask bothered him. "How long was I out?" He asked while subconsciously rubbing the bump on his head he had gotten.

"Couple hours," Syndra said.

"They brought us here in that short amount of time?" He asked with a surprised frown. "We are probably just outside the city."

"Very close." The girl whispered. It caught Oberon off guard because of how little she talked.

"Do you know the way?" She nodded and started walking in a different direction.

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