Being a statue, Galio didn't sleep. He had no reason for it. He required no physical rest. He also didn't need any of the other things other champions required, such as food, amusement, and *ahem* physical activities. His purpose was to guard and protect whomever his master had decreed, and with that task eternally unfinished in the demise of the great Durand, the living stone had nothing to do.
Nothing besides dwelling upon his past failures, that is.
A quiet forest with a beat path winding through it. A small caravan, with a dozen Demacian soldiers standing guard over an old man, wise and weathered, as well as his stone gargoyle.
The absolute picture of peace.
Disrupted when twenty of Noxus' assassins stepped out of the forest, arrows and swords flashing, men screaming, dying.
In only two seconds, the Demacian escort- annihilated. The Noxians- only 2 with flesh wounds. A statue, standing protectively over the quivering form of his master.
The Noxians charged.
"Master", Galio growled as he blocked a spear. "Get out of here. These Noxians-" Galio abruptly stopped as he suddenly hurled himself to the side, knocking over his master, but in the process, hurling him out of the way of an otherwise fatal arrow.
Galio turned to face his master, the great craftsman Durand. "Master, are you alright?"
"I'm-" Durand's voice, before this so strong, deep, powerful, suddenly stopped as his eyes widened, and Galio turned behind him. He saw a Noxian assassin with a broadsword leap into the air, to finish the statue and his master.
At least he was about to, and one of the gargoyle's wings arced to Galio's side before firmly smacking the would-be killer a good 10 feet to Galio's right, before he hit a tree with bone-shattering impact.
A cough behind him. A small thud as a body hit the ground.
Galio turned around in horror. A thin and scarred face stared back at him, his beloved master in front of him, pierced by the dual rapiers held by the killer's face.
"Regards from the Ducoteau family," the man said as he jumped- assisted by magic- above the trees, Galio losing sight within seconds.
Galio simply watched, as his master's lifeblood ebbed out onto the grass. Then-
A lithe fox, white lustrous coat, runs up to his master. It's obviously no threat as it whines and pokes at Durand anxiously. Galio watches as Durand's face slowly melds into a smile, and as he lifts his hand, summoning the last of his magic, and the fox slowly... changes. Into a Human female. She runs off into the forest. Thought nothing of the encounter.
Galio turned back, touching his master's face.
"Galio," whispered his dying master. "
Galio leaned in closer.
"Protect..." Durand gurgled- blood coming out of his mouth. He fall silent, his last command unfinished. But Galio still will fulfill that last command to the best of his ability.
"I will protect," Galio said stoicly.
Protect... Galio mused over in his head. His master's final command. But what could it possibly mean? At the time, he'd assumed to protect Durand's broken body, but perhaps...
Just then, he heard the bell tolling. A new champion had been admitted into the league. Galio's mind simply processed the information- he was stone, and could outlast any of these mortals. He couldn't care less.
Or so he told himself.
Galio, nursing melancholy thoughts, still ended up slowly flying towards the judging chamber.
Ahri walked into the judging chamber, slowly, sure in her knowledge. Seducing a summoner to know what occurred here was simple, and it appeared the room only replayed a certain memory of yours. Easy, and worth it to enter the League.
She entered the absolute darkness, only to suddenly see again. It is a forest, split by a small dirt path, where an absolute slaughter is occurring. Ah- so they chose this memory to 'test' her with.
She recalled all of the events with clarity- her running away at the first sight of blood, coming back once things were quiet. She remembered seeing the stone statue, oddly placed at a path in a faraway forest, and the dying man bleeding out in its shade.
She feeling the pain, sadness, the sorrow, running up to the man in curiosity. She remembered admiring his beautiful body, the beautiful crafted bodies of all the people around her.
She remembered wishing she had a body like that.
Then, she remembered the agony and pain of the transformation. And the astonishment. She ran in fear. Her fox mate didn't recognize her. She ran, far, quickly, sobbing all the while.
She remembered her first mating, her first kill, her first soul, the beginnings of her guilt.
She endured the question, answered what was expected of her ("To become truly human"), and walked into the light.
The first thing she saw was a floating gargoyle of all things. It seemed familiar... like she'd just seen it... wait!
Galio floated to the entrance, just as the doors were starting to open. He sees a human female with distinct foxlike features. She looked familiar... like he'd just seen her... wait!
Galio now knew what Durand meant when he said, "Protect". He saw the delicate features of the woman before him, and knew that though she was powerful, she was fragile.
Just like his master.
And Galio would follow his master's last command to the last letter.
A/N So there's the first one.
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Also, the second one is being written as I speak.