After the League – A League of Legends Fanfiction by Deathlark. Chapter 2, Demacians Stick Together
Autha's Note: _
Nothing to do but write right now. Hurricane sandy didn't give me a power-out so things are nice.
Enjoy the chapter, I'll be writing a bunch of these pretty quickly.
DiscLAMEr: I don't own the rights to League of Legends.
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Garen slowly woke up from his face lying flat in the ground. He got up quickly and brushed himself off. His sword was at his side, and he looked around. He remembered Swain's speech and what to do. He had ideas, but he still couldn't forgive Jarvan for what he did.
He was in Demacia's main court building. He recognized the art instantly. The old works of Jendin the Blessed shone brilliantly with the sun piercing the window. The great shining sun did not reflect the current mood of the situation.
Garen was very much irritated by this entire stunt and was very suspicious of Swain. There was a tint to his tone that unsettled Garen.
However, it was now noticeable there was no way out of this, and he certainly didn't want to spend- however long it may last- his time bored in a capsule spectating everything that happened.
It was also clear that he should find some allies and men to support him. Jarvan was out of the question, however Xin Zhao was a friend of Garen, and Lux is Garen's sister. After all, the "prize" goes to three doesn't it?
So Garen set off to see if anyone else was located in the Demacian grounds. He expected there to be some, and he saw and met 2 in his time in Demacia.
He spied on a very bewildered Kennen, and was cautious for the Kinkou were brutal and relentless. The elder Kinkou was tired and was a bit nervous without his Kinkou brethren.
Garen passively showed himself to Kennen, dropped his sword, and bowed. Kennen got ready with shuriken, but did not throw.
"Let us pass without harm, Kinkou. If you wish to know a way out of Demacia, then it is east from here," Garen commandingly told Kennen. Kennen remained silent, and dashed east quickly. He was glad that there was no blood yet.
The second champion he encountered was none other than his sister. It was a touching reunion.
"Sister!" Garen called out. Lux's heart suddenly jumped when she heard the word called out, but was relieved to hear it was Garen.
"Garen… Thank the heavens it's you," Lux said, walking up to Garen, then giving him a hug. Garen rubbed her head a bit.
"Yes, I understand that everything is very… chaotic and frightening right now. Are you alright?" Garen asked.
"Yes, thankfully. I'm… scared. I don't want to die…" Lux whimpered.
"You won't be dying if I can help it. For now, we need to find some that will be willing to help us, perhaps some other champions. We need to find others. I think trio's at this point are the only reasonable idea."
"A trio? That sounds like a good idea. I think others will feel the same way… It's like Twisted Treeline, heh." Garen chuckled.
"It does remind me of Twisted Treeline. I'm afraid this is a lot more serious though."
"Right…" Lux rubbed her head nervously.
"Is there something wrong sister?" Garen was always concerned about his sister.
"Nothing. Who should we aim to be our 3rd member?"
"Hm… Not Jarvan. No, not him at all. I was thinking that Xin Zhao would be a good help, but do you have any better ideas?" Lux was silent. She twirled her baton for a second.
"I know Ezreal must be steamed about Swain, and so are we. Perhaps Ezreal could be a help?"
"True. He is quite a force to be reckoned with. You know, honestly, at this point we should just take in any roamers or people that have nowhere to go. It would be a nice idea?" Lux started to become a bit red-faced.
"Uh… Garen…" Garen was confused with her sudden demeanor.
"Lux, what are you trying to tell me?"
"Aren't you forgetting? 'Demacians stick together'. What would you think if someone like Talon needed a group? Huh?" Garen slapped himself in the face.
"WHY DID I FORGET? *sigh* Thank you for reminding me. Yes, we shall scout out a Demacian. But why did you suggest Ezreal then?"
"Because, if you remember, Ezreal has been an aid to Demacia before even though he's more devoted to the institute. He's also been very critical of Noxus too."
"This is true, he could be considered a partial Demacian if need be. I guess we can take him under our wing if need be." Lux smiled.
"Okay then! Where do we set out first?" Lux ambitiously asked.
"To wherever our adventured may take us, but I have a feeling that the Shurima desert would be an optimal place for finding one of these relics. Does this sound good?" Garen replied.
"Sounds like it! I have nothing else to do, and I certainly don't want to get bored, so let's go."
And so the siblings set off with a brighter attitude than normal, and had an objective; for now.
Courageous Jarvan IV came out kicking. When he spotted Lee Sin at the edge of his sight, he charged at him quickly. Lee Sin fled, frustrating Jarvan.
He was very mad ever since his sudden disagreement with Garen. The truth was that Garen was wrong, and Jarvan felt that he was simply denying the truth. It was too clear to actually think it was a hoax. Stupid moron...
Jarvan didn't care which people he would join. From Cho'Gath to Hecarim to Katarina, it could be anyone at this point. Anyone but Garen is all he could think of. He now got mad at himself for charging at Lee Sin so abruptly.
He wandered aimlessly, unsure of where he was. It was just normal plainland; it could be anywhere. He saw no reference point, no monument, landmark, or town in sight. He threw his javelin into the ground in fury and called out.
It was a rage fueled from confusion. He was more confused than others, unsure what to think about everything; whether to trust the Tactician's words or to be rebellious. He was mostly confused about this world he was in. He knew it was Valoran; there were no unusual arcane feelings or auras in the land. Jarvan had once been to Ionia and felt an unusual hint of courage. It was an interesting feeling.
So Jarvan aimlessly traveled until he could find a way to figure out where he was. There were some clouds intercepting the normal sunshine, so the dreary mood was reflected by the weather too. Jarvan trudged along grumpily.
Xin Zhao didn't have a good start. He found himself in Piltover, and in a pitch-black factory of Piltover too. He fumbled around aimlessly until he fell into a machine. He had to push himself through gears, hurting him a fair amount and leaving him aching on the ground. He waited awhile but the feeling of getting smashed between those pieces of metal was chilling.
He staggered through Piltover until he encountered Nocturne. Nocturne was aggressive and fought Xin. As Nocturne was about to finish off Xin, Xin managed to dodge just out of the way and hit Nocturne with a powerful, driving the haunt away.
Already badly harmed, he wearily roamed around Piltover hoping to find a sign of support. He eventually clashed with Riven, which left him running and badly injured. He also heard the cries of a lost Amumu, lonely and sad as he is. Xin Zhao always pitied the poor mummy.
He was without a clue on what to do. Beaten and weak, without a friend, confused and lost in Piltover, and hungry. He wondered what had become of his friends; Garen, Master Yi, Jarvan, and so on. He felt irritated by Jarvan and Garen fighting. They were all good friends, as close as brothers, and then the two of them suddenly hated each other. It was a big misunderstanding too.
He liked the popular saying that was frequently repeated by Demacian soldiers. Despite coming from a Noxian background, Xin Zhao was still very patriotic and loyal to Demacia. He found the quote, "Demacians stick together" a very truthful and good motive to follow. And now, there's not really a way to follow through with that goal.
He toyed with his spear while drinking potions that he had ransacked from Piltover. It was now night time and he was burning a fire. He was nervous and afraid if anyone was around. He was still hurt and healing, and couldn't afford to get into another fight with only 2 potions to spare. Xin had learned the geography of Piltover now, and decided to take refuge in the dark spots. He knew where to hide and where, so he hid inside an abandoned home. He wondered if everyone had been removed from their homes in this weird Valoran.
But for now he just cared about sleeping and getting better. He removed his armor, laid his spear at his side, and fell asleep as comfortably as he could. It was not an easy sleep, as it was filled with paranoia, but he felt much more relaxed than he had been. His hope told him that he would find someone to stick to, even if it wasn't a Demacian group.
Thanksies for readingsies and I'll get the next chapter up soonsies! Byesies!
~DTH~