Grass. I could see the grass; its emerald hues looked beautiful to me. Pushing myself to my feet, I looked around. Trees were swaying in the wind and water trickled through a creek. The smell of clean air was almost overpowering my senses. In short, it felt like nothing less than perfection.

The sound of armour and chainmail pushing and rustling against each other broke me out of my trance. Looking to my right a warrior stood up, gold and grey armour was broken up by a blue sash covering the parts of his body that the armour was not able to, allowing him ease of movement and a slight boost in fashion. He wore no helmet so his brown hair swayed in the gentle breeze and his face told the tale of a veteran warrior, one who had seen both miracles and atrocities.

"Who are you?" He growled; lifting an extra ordinarily large sword like it was nothing at all. It was just as big as the man himself was and as he stood taller that six foot. "Another servant to the Chain Warden?"

"Chain Warden?" I echoed taking up a stance, somehow through some reasoning beyond me my weapons were still with me and I remembered well how to use them. Bringing the shield up I felt my muscles tense up, looking for openings in the man's guard but he offered none.

"Thresh" I heard another, deeper voice ring out as a white figure stepped out of tall reeds, looking battered. His skin was dark and his hair was braided to ridiculous lengths. However, like the first man his face looked like it was chiselled in stone and his eyes spoke of only death. He lifted two objects towards me, an orange glow coming from them both.

"I have no clue who you are talking about" I responded shifting my eyes between the two of them. My pointed hat blocking out the sun bearing down on me.

"Enough lies!" The first man roared covering the distance between us within moments and launching himself into the air, bringing his sword above him in an effort to cleave me in half. Rolling out of the way I almost lost my footing again from the force of him landing; chunks of rocks flew upward.

Dashing forward I brought my swords down in a vicious arc but he moved quickly deflecting my weapon and slashing at me with his own. Bringing my shield up it felt like I had been fighting one of a giant again, feeling the floor come crashing into my back I rolled with the impact but found to my dismay that my shield had been cleaved in half.

"Yield creature and I will offer you a chance to tell us where your master is" He growled again. His blade flashing as he prepared for another charge "Your shield is destroyed and you are outmatched"

Looking up from my shield, I fixed my eyes with him and slipped my arm out of the shield, throwing it down I placed both hands onto the hilt of my sword, I pointed it towards the giant. "A knight of Mirrah never backs down"

"A knight?" Something flashed across his face before it hardened again, approval maybe? "If you are a knight then prove your skill with the blade with me. Garen the might of Demacia!"

He kicked off again, his speed a living lie to his size as he brought his weapon down again but this time I swung my blade upwards and they collided, the sound was almost deafening but for a brief moment, I could see the surprise on his face before I pressed the attack. Stepping backwards so he landed on the floor, I began swinging my blade in the ancient patterns taught to any officer of Mirrah, Garen was forced to focus everything he had onto defence.

Suddenly he stopped and rammed his shoulder into my chest, pushing me backwards a step when he suddenly started spinning round, his blade almost humming from the speed he was reaching as he moved towards me. Ducking, jumping and weaving about the place was my only defence, I could not beat this man in a contest of strength but I could keep up with his speed without my shield.

Just as he began to slow down, I began my counterattack; slamming the pommel of my blade against his stomach to drive the air out of his lungs I started swinging my own blade again, moving faster with every swing finally ending my barrage of attacks with a upwards swing, the tip of the blade scraping up his armour.

He roared against my attacks and buried his blade into the floor with a small shockwave. At first, I was confused but I felt the hair on the back of my neck well up and looking upwards, I caught sight of something that made my blood run cold. A giant replica of his swords was dropping down at increasing speed; jumping backwards, I felt the wind first before the explosion rang out, throwing me across the clearing and into a tree.

As the dust cleared I could see Garen standing up, panting slightly as he slowly started trudging towards me. Looking around I found my sword embedded in the tree beside me, all the way up to the hilt. Looking back, I found myself looking at the point of his blade.

"You are a knight that is true" Garen slowed his breathing down before moving the blade away and holding out a hand, which looks more like the paw of a bear covered in steel. Placing my hand in it, I was almost thrown into the air as he hauled me onto my feet.

Finally being able to take in the hulking mass known as Garen he was what most people would call "Ruggedly handsome" he had a solid chin which most of the knights from Mirrah would have trouble matching.

"Well this is interesting" The other man spoke up finally, the two grey objects hung loosely in his hands, the orange glow disappearing without a trace. "I've been tracing over the area with a few tools and the magicka lingering in the air does in part match Thresh's but also contains unknown strains in it. Combining that with the blood on the floor I would say something happened to do with the lantern he carried around with him"

Blinking I looked up at Garen and found he was just as confused at all of this. Sighing the other man simply shook his head.

"I'll try and simplify this for you Garen as too many words goes right over your head" The darker skinned man's tone, while thick with sarcasm and irritation, had no spite in it leading me to believe it was more of a joke. "This knight is from another dimension, something caused a reaction inside Thresh's lantern which they broke out of, injuring the bastard"

There was a slight pause before Garen spoke up. "You're from another dimension?"

"I guess I am" An awkward smile played across my face but they could not see due to the mask.

"Well you'd best come with us" Garen continued, turning away to look down the road "In case Noxian forces have been attracted to the area from our little scuffle"

"Ha little scuffle" I scoffed at it before moving over to my sword and tugging at it to no avail.

"Do you need a hand?" Garen asked almost laughing.

"That would be appreciated" I managed to say through clenched teeth.

I could hear him walk up behind me when I felt his hands on my sides. Now. I am not usually… girlish… but when he suddenly put his cold metal hands on my sides, it slightly made me jump. While the majority of my armour was made of steel, the fabric on the sides was thin and light so it allowed us to swing our swords quickly without fear of losing our flexibility. So in turn, the cold metal was on my skin.

So I squeaked and then was silent.

The silence was deafening. I thought I might need my sword just to cut through it if it was not buried in a tree. Garen removed his hands quickly.

"So you're a woman" Garen states.

"Yes" I respond, refusing to look up.

"I'll… be over there" He muttered moving away from me "Lucian can you help her get her sword from the tree"

There was another pause before the tall dark skinned man who was Lucian walked over.

"It's probably best you back off while I get your sword out and prepare yourself" He chuckled "Garen is not going to stop apologising all the way back to Demacia"

Moving away I was thankful the mask hid my blush. First impression with these two was interesting... Fight Garen and then they find out I am a girl because of a girlish squeak… Great…