UPDATED 8/14!! - Most Recent Part - Page 15 - Chapter 3: Part 2 Continued
A while ago I had an idea for a fanfic involving Riven. Yes yes, I know lots of people write about Riven, but I was drawn to her as a character due to her past, her struggle, and her goals. I wrote a chunk of this story on a whim and titled it "The Exiled - [Garen vs Riven]" and posted it in the General Discussion forums for consideration. Over time, though, I sorta forgot about it. However, I stumbled across a few good fics on here, and it made me want to play with the idea again. This is the result, the story from the beginning this time. I have no idea how long it'll be, or even if I'll finish it. Regardless, I hope it's something you guys can enjoy, even if you aren't a Riven fan.
This is very well written, very well thought out, and very bad ass. I like this Riven, not all weepy and emotional from the get go (Like mine). This is a determined woman, this is someone who knows what she wants already and is going for it. She is already sure of herself, and I must say once more I like this one quite a bit. I can't wait for more man!
Wow! Thank you very much for the encouragement. To be honest, your fic was the one that got me really wanting to write this again.
I liked the vulnerable Riven you portrayed, because, honestly, I think that's a part of her too. She is vulnerable and lonely. She doesn't have anyone, but she puts on a strong face to the world and fights with all her strength regardless.
Both, I think, are valid manifestations of her personality, and I intend to really try and develop both in this story.
In any case, thank you very much. I'm actually working on part two right now in Word. XD
Spoiler - She just "met" Lux.
And here is part 2. Enjoy, all!
Chapter 1 - “The Clash of the Cache” [Part 2]
The summoner did not lie. The battle had just begun. Over the course of the next few minutes, several more defeats were registered. Warwick was struck down by the combined forces of Soraka and Lux, who met up with Garen to take down Katarina. However, Katarina had leapt into the fray, dealing heavy damage to the trio with her ultimate technique. As they made ready to retreat, however, Garen struck Katarina down before she could finish off Lux, before Talon appeared from thin air to score a devastating double defeat with a torrent of blades, the young girl barely managing to escape with her summoner’s Flash spell. All said and done, the Noxian side of the conflict was very quickly gaining ground. Meanwhile, Swain continued to hold off strikes from both Jarvan and Shyvana in the center of the field, cackling the whole time.
“Okay, Miss Riven. With Katarina and Warwick down and Talon retreating to heal, the bottom of the Rift is left undefended. The top of the Rift is more or less balanced between minions, so we can afford a detour.” Riven nodded. However, she wasn’t used to leaving her post. With a final swipe across an opposing minion, Riven turned and started to move quickly down the side of the river as her summoner continued his explanation of the situation. “Before they left, the Demacians managed to destroy a great deal of minions. This has caused a massive wave of enemy minion forces to decimate any wave of ours that has approached them. I’ve already imbued you with a ‘Brutalizer’ enchantment, an enchantment for speed and to refresh your abilities more quickly, and am working toward a ‘B.F. Sword’ enchantment. If you defeat that large wave, we should have enough power to get you that increase, and let me tell you, I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“I understand.” However, she paused, glancing at her footprints in the mud along the water’s edge. A talented warrior could track her movements by following her trail. She searched for a section of solid ground, soon finding a large boulder half-submerged in the terrain, and made her way toward it. “Didn’t you say you had a teleport spell, Summoner?”
“Actually, yes. Did you want to use it?”
“Yes. Leaving a trail would not be a wise choice. I could easily be tracked.” Riven approached the rock and jumped on top of it, her footprints leading to the rock, but no farther. Anyone tracking her now would only be left with a dead end.
“Alright. Hold still. I’m going to teleport you directly into the fray, so be ready for anything.” Riven nodded and crouched down. Orange light surrounded her, and a feeling of dizziness washed over her once again. This time, however, it felt stronger, more direct. As she watched, the world faded from view, and for a split second, she had the very strange sensation of simply not being, as if she was disconnected from her physical body. An instant later, and she was back within herself, and directly in the midst of an all out war.
Chaotic bolts of energy rained down around her position, striking minions all around her. She threw herself to the side as a canon ball streaked past, hitting one of her own larger minions. In front, purple-clad minions fought valiantly with their blue-clad foes, tiny swords and shields clashing again and again as they dueled, but the numbers were simply too great, and the blue side was losing ground quickly. As Riven scanned the battle group, her eyes locked onto the minion riding the cannon. He’d be the first.
She rocketed into the fray, speeding through the enemy’s front line and deep into the rear. She could feel dozens of small glowing eyes tracking her as bolts of energy began to collide with her form, but her resolve would not be phased. With a battle cry, the minions were stunned and damaged by the onslaught of energy released, as sword swipe after sword swipe rained down upon the canon minion and his allies. Green, crackling energy surged along her blade, damaging all that would stand in her way. As the canon minion fell back from the onslaught, so too did dozens of the diminutive casters. Bolts were fired once more, but with another dash, her resolve was renewed, and after another flurry of blows, the entire wave of enemy minions had been demolished.
“Well done, Riven! Great work! With that, you’ve netted enough power for the big enchantment I told you about. Not only that, but your timing couldn’t have been better.” Riven watched as a wave of reinforcements met up with her wounded troops, and continued to march towards the enemy turret with vastly increased numbers. “Those little guys will be able to do some serious damage.” As her summoner continued to explain the situation, Riven noticed something very odd. It was a red dot that traced up between her legs to her chest. She’d never seen something like this before.
“Summoner, can you tell me what this red do-“ No sooner had Riven spoken, than her summoner shouted across the mental link, worry and alarm clearly audible in his tone.
“Miss Riven, MOVE!!”
“DEMACIA!!” Riven lurched to the side as a thunderous blast of dazzling arcane energy surged overhead, burning the wave of minions striking the tower to ashes, and leaving a burning wake of torched grass and dirt in its wake. The air sizzled as Riven pulled herself to her feet as a voice sounded. “Aww, come on. I totally had you! You’re no fun at all…”
“What the…? Is this some kind of game to you!” Riven frowned and brushed herself off, gripping her sword tightly as she glanced at a young woman with golden blonde hair and shimmering armor coming into view through the blackened bushes.
“Oh come on, it’s nothing personal. I mean, you’d try and stop me if I was harassing your minions too, right? Forcing us to kill such darling little things... Barbaric, right?” Luxanna Crownguard giggled. “Anyway, you’re too uptight! You should learn to relax a bit more.”
“You… You can’t be serious.” Riven was dumbfounded. “There is a great boon for our countries at stake here, and you’re treating it like-“
“Like it’s no big deal?” Lux chuckled again and twirled her staff. “That’s because it isn’t. There’s always some new thing to fight over. One is the same as any other.” Lux pointed to Riven and moved her finger up and down, gesturing to her face. “Seriously, all that frowning and you’ll get grumpy wrinkles like Du Couteau. You’re much too pretty for that.”
Riven blushed, stiffened, and frowned all at the same time. Who the hell was this strange woman? A healer would not have this kind of ferocious power, and she had already met the Half-Dragon. That meant that this very strange young woman had to be… “Luxanna Crownguard…”
“Oh please. You make me sound like an old lady!” Lux smiled. “Just call me Lux. It’s much shorter, and much cuter, don’t you think?”
“I think you’re crazy…” Riven sighed and shook her head. She was in the middle of a battlefield, in an active war zone, and here she was talking with her enemy. She couldn’t lose her focus. For all she knew, this woman was simply trying to disarm her so she could strike her with that massive blast of light again. At least she’d learned to watch out for telltale dots of light. A valuable insight to be sure. “Now then, enough talking. Are you going to fight me or not?” Lux was silent a moment before responding. Riven tensed and pulled herself into a fighting stance as she waited.
“Hmm, nope!” Riven deflated, her arms hanging limply to her sides as Lux giggled and spoke again. “I’ve gathered enough energy simply by standing here and talking with you. So, I’m going to head back to base a gather a new enchantment. No need to fight you. You know, come to think of it, I didn’t get your name.” Riven could only stare blankly. These Demacians were crazy…
“Riven… My name is Riven.”
“That’s such a wonderful name, very strong and suiting for someone like you. Keep on keeping on, Riven of Noxus.” Lux turned to leave, blue light surrounding her as she did. “And really, stop frowning. You have such a lovely face. Don’t let it go to waste!” Riven was about to reply, but as she opened her mouth to speak, a whistling sound rapidly approaching her position caused her to instinctively duck. A blade whizzed over her head, aimed directly for the recalling Lux, causing the young woman to jump backwards, the light fading.
“Oh my~ Sorry about that, Exile.” Boots crunched dirt as Riven rose and spun to see the form of Katarina appear from the bushes, catching her blade as it returned to her. “I guess I didn’t see you standing there.” Katarina sneered.
“Well, with that scar running rampant over that wrinkled old face it’s a wonder you can see anything!” Lux chuckled and brandished her staff.
“Continue to make comments like that and I’ll be forced to cut out that tongue of yours, Demacian.”
“Pffffffffft!” Lux gave Katarina a full raspberry, sticking her tongue out before she spoke again. “Come and try, if your old bones can keep up!”
“Little brat!!” Katarina charged towards Lux as the young woman hopped backward and summoned a ball of light in front of her, halting Katarina in her tracks as it detonated, slowing her to a crawl. However, the assassin smirked and vanished from view, only to appear behind her opponent, delivering a slash directly into the rear of her armor. Lux stumbled, but managed to catch herself long enough to throw her baton towards Katarina, the skilled Noxian assassin nimbly dodging as it returned, granting the young woman a shield, even as Katarina retaliated with her own thrown weapon.
“Miss Riven? Aren’t you going to help Lady Du Couteau?” Riven struggled to act. The woman being attacked was her enemy, and yet, she wished no harm upon her. Katarina was her ally, and yet, she felt no kinship with the woman. She represented everything she hated about Noxus. The greed, the envy, and the blind lust for personal gain. “Miss Riven?”
Without a word, Riven charged into the fray just as Katarina began to spin, hurling wave after wave of daggers towards the mostly defenseless Lux. As she charged, she let out a resounding shout, the outburst of power knocking Katarina off balance, as Riven jumped into the air, bringing her blade down into the ground near Lux with such force that the power sent the young blonde flying into the air, and back several dozen feet. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as the woman stood up looking, shocked, at Riven. Riven glanced to Katarina, before returning her gaze to Lux, and motioning with her head for the woman to return, quickly, back to her own base. Without a word, Lux backpedaled, smiling softly, and mouthing a silent “thank you” to Riven. As Riven watched her go, her heart continued to pound, adrenaline surging through her veins. ‘What did I… What did I just do?’
“EXILE!!” Riven turned just in time for her head to roll with a powerful slap across her face, causing her to stumble backward from the force. Her face stung as her amber eyes glanced to a livid Katarina Du Couteau, seething with rage and contempt. “What the hell are you doing, you absolute piece of trash!” Katarina brandished one of her blades and held it against Riven’s throat. “I should kill you where you stand for letting that little Demacian cur get away.”
“Killing your own allies for incompetence would leave you with none standing, Lady Du Couteau.” A deep baritone came from the bushes as Garen Crownguard, leader of Demacia’s Dauntless Vanguard pushed them aside. Katarina quickly kicked Riven back and away from her and spun to meet Garen.
“You flatter me, Crownguard.” Katarina twirled her blades, cracking her neck. “You’re very kind for revealing yourself. I was under the impression you were going to stay hidden in the bushes, as always.” Garen raised an eyebrow and grinned slightly.
“A ward in the bushes, I see. Ever clever, Lady Du Couteau.” Garen brandished his sword. Riven watched as he effortlessly moved the blade into a striking position, in his right hand alone. His strength was incredible. Granted, she was certain her sword was larger when formed, but nonetheless it was an impressive weapon to be sure. “Your comrade’s mistake allowed me to remain hidden longer than under normal circumstances. You should count yourself lucky for her involvement. She may have saved you from my blade.”
“Words, Crownguard. Only words. Show me some actions to back them up!” In an instant Katarina pounced upon Garen as the big man unleashed a valorous shout, his weapon singing through the air to strike her, as both blades caught the massive weapon, her legs digging into the earth from the force.
“Why carry that big toy if you can’t use it! Compensating for something?” Katarina took a step back, ending the clash as Garen stumbled forward, her blade slicing cleanly along his side for the first blow. However, the big man spun back around, the flat of his weapon casting Katarina back across the ground. She hissed and grinned through the pain of the strike.
“It is unbecoming of a knight to strike a woman. In your case, however, I’m afraid I have to make an exception!” Light surged through Garen’s blade as he charged into the fray once more, swinging wide, just as Katarina vanished, the missed blow kicking up sand and gravel as she appeared behind him, striking hard with both blades. However, despite being struck three times, the big man seemed completely undamaged. Instead, this time, his weapon pulsed with power, and a typhoon of energy thundered forth, ripping into the ground around him, casting Katarina through the air, only to land on her feet several feet away, clutching her side. As the energy subsided, Garen gripped his blade, stabbing it into the ground next to him and crossing his arms with a laugh. “Your technique is unparalleled, Lady Du Couteau, but you can not stand against the might of justice.”
“Perhaps not alone, Crownguard…but…” Katarina grinned.
“AROOOOOOOOO!!” A blur of dark blue fur streaked from the forest, pouncing on Garen with a flurry of teeth and claws. Warwick struck with no warning, delivering strike after strike against Garen’s Demacian plate armor, just as Katarina shot into a spin, throwing blade after blade at the stunned form of her foe. With a final flurry, the wolf-man cast Garen aside, licking his lips with a snarl. However, the grin on Katarina’s face faded as the big man stood up once again, battered, but still undaunted. He was even more defended than usual…
“A vicious strategy, Lady Du Couteau, but your treachery will not be the end of me this day!” In a flash, Garen’s blade glinted with light as he spun into a mighty strike, slamming Warwick to the ground, as the torrent of power erupted from him once more. Riven watched as the tyhpoon-like power of the Might of Demacia's spinning blade cast Katarina and Warwick through the air. She felt no sympathy for the flying wolf man, he was, after all, a former chemist of Zaun, and one that had helped the atrocities of that fateful day.
Warwick landed on his back, tumbling before he caught himself, snarling, before he dropped to a knee, and fell flat. Blue energy surrounded him as he was defeated, but Katarina caught herself, blades crossed in a defensive pattern as she glanced to Riven, blue circular patterns shining around her feet as her summoner recalled her back to the Nexus.
"Curse you, Summoner! Let me fight!" The redhead cursed as the spell continued. Seeing that she was not going to have her way, she turned to Riven angrily with a snarl. "Now's your chance, Exile. Show us you're still worth something, or I'll kill you myself. Weakness has no place on the Fields of Justice, or in Noxus." Katarina spat Riven's self-imposed title before she looked to Garen, grinning slyly. "Sorry to run, Crownguard, but I'll be back to finish your sister off, before I come for your head..." As she vanished into the ether, she laughed, a grimace showing on Garen's features. The massive man huffed.
"That woman is a thorn in my side..." Garen turned to regard Riven. "I know of you, Exile. Poster-child of Noxus, skilled fighter, and yet, you turned your back on your own people. While I cannot fathom why you assisted my sister, your actions have been despicable... Even in the blackness that is Noxus, surely you understand desertion is unforgivable." He leveled his massive weapon at Riven and spoke again. "Surrender now, and you'll be spared my blade. Or, come forth, and you shall find honor in death..." Riven picked herself up, her face still stinging from Katarina’s strike.
"Haven't you heard, Demacian?" Riven's strong eyes met Garen's as she gripped the handle of her shattered blade, meeting his challenge with one of her own, her resolve burning through her limbs as she stared down the Might of Demacia, undaunted. "I've been killed once before..."
I...I smell Riven...
Kidding, kidding. Of course, it's far too late at night to be reading this, so I'm going to read it tomorrow. But it LOOKS promising...if Cerubois and GV have good things to say about it, it's likely I will, too. GCJ, away!
*Flies into side of building*
Chapter 1 - “The Clash of the Cache” [Part 3]
Dusk. It was raining now. The screams and echoes had ceased, and only the deathly silence paid homage to what had transpired. Slaughter. Total and complete destruction had been visited upon the Ionian people, well as many unlucky Noxian soldiers that simply gotten in the way of the Melters and their horrible weapons of destruction. Her eyes were glazed as she walked through the valley of death. The only sounds were the distant rumble of thunder, the pitter-patter of raindrops on armor, cloth, and flesh, and the single pair of squishing footfalls that marked her motion through the grizzly scene. Blood, water, and various other fluids stained her boots in a variety of colors, and the acrid stench of chemical burns stung at her throat. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe, the world spun, and she collapsed onto all fours, gauntlets striking the earth as she wretched across the ground before her, coughing and hacking. She curled her hands into fists, gripping the earth, gritting her teeth, as the weight of what had transpired struck her.
It was her fault. She’d lead the men into the valley, ordered the girl to be taken and dealt with. She, while not directly responsible, had done her part in bringing death to her comrades, and to the innocent Ionian people that lay all around her, charred beyond recognition by Zaun’s most talented chemists. Only the strong survive. The thought, now, made her sick. There was nothing strong about her, or weak about the men who had died, and all around her were reminders of just how fragile, how flawed, that vision truly was. That vision died in her as the rain poured down around her. The freezing droplets washed away that false notion, and at the same time, filled her with a realization. She’d been living a lie, serving a flawed purpose, and on top of that, Noxus was broken. This burden of self-realization clung to her, weighed her down, and tugged on her heart, as if the gravity of the realization that her whole purpose in life seemed flawed carried physical force. However, what burdened her even more, was that her countrymen back home knew nothing of this, failed to see it or understand it. They were committed to the terrible lie that was their vision of Noxus.
However, in that instant, painful realization, another moment of clarity flowed into and crept along the edges of her consciousness. In the end, the strong had survived. The “her” that was a blind follower of all that was Noxus had died in the bombardment, along with the screams of her dead comrades. What knelt down on this battlefield was someone different. Her body was heavy, but slowly, she pulled herself to her feet as thunder rolled overhead. Yes, that was it. The strong had survived, and this realization was that strength. The realization that she, Riven, Poster-Child of Noxus, had the inner strength and determination, the sheer fortitude of will to change all she felt was evil and corrupt and wrong about her beloved Noxus. She would make them see, make them understand what true strength was, and she would bring Noxus to glory in a way that she and all of her people would celebrate.
Summoning all her inner reserves of strength, she lifted her massive blackstone rune sword, forged in the belly of the flawed Noxus, forged to be nearly unbreakable, to the sky, and let out a booming cry that echoed across the battlefield, thunder answering her cry as lighting flashed behind her. In a single motion, she brought the blade down onto the hard ground below, and with a massive pulse of green energy, the unbreakable weapon shattered like so much glass, just like the false ideals and visions of her young life. The shards of her sword littered the ground around her, broken reminders of what had once been. She hefted the broken handle of the blade, amazed at how light it seemed to be without the weight of the rest of the weapon behind it. A single green rune still shimmered with light, faint traces of the full weapon still flowing from it, as if the blade remembered where it came from, just as she did. She soon left Ionia, and never looked back to the broken pieces of her weapon. She'd been counted among the dead that day, and yet she survived. Now, she was back, fighting for a Noxus she would be proud to call home once again.
"The time for talk is over!" Her eyes bore into Garen as she finished, and shot into the fray, her blade gripped tightly within her grasp, her resolve forming a barrier as she cut a line across the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard.
"DEMACIA!!" As Riven's strike neared, Garen's resolve negated much of the force of Riven's strike, even as his own weapon flashed and met Riven's in a massive clash. Sparks flew as his decisive strike hit home, sending Riven reeling, her shield drained. She flew through the air, but twisted and spun, landing on her feet in a crouching position.
"Dammit...!" Riven cursed as she realized her abilities were being blocked by the Demacian's power, and watched as he advanced, spurned onward by his strike, driving home another blow, but Riven was faster. She hurled herself to the side as the Demacian's blade carved a chunk from the field, sending the clod of earth sailing through the air. Even still, contact with the ground had not halted his sword's advance, and with a hefty jerking motion, the blade moved around and overhead for a cleaving slash. Pain surged along Riven's body as she realized she'd been struck with tremendous force, a critical hit to be sure, even as she fought to keep the blade from cutting her in half with her own blade. She grit her teeth and spat blood to the side as she stumbled back, feeling her blade pulse once again with energy. The silencing effect had worn off. As she measured her wounds, Garen pointed his blade at her and spoke. "One final chance, Exile. Your broken blade will not stand up to the Might of Demacia. Stand down." Riven's head turned downcast, shadow covering her eyes, her whole body quaking with something indistinguishable. Garen looked at the woman, confused. Was it fear? Was it anguish, sorrow, guilt? However, as she spoke, he realized was it was.
"...My blade may be broken, but my spirit is not!" It was fierce tenacity, greater than any he had ever seen before. Despite the woman’s size, she carried a resolve as mighty as any Demacian. Fire burned in Riven's eyes as she lifted her blade to the sky and let forth a battlecry, a burst of green energy surging from her form and enveloping her blade, chunks of shattered metal forming the full shape of her weapon. "No holding back!" As Garen's eyes widened at the sudden transformation, Riven shot forward once more, a burst of ki forming around her once again. It literally erupted, blasting the ground away from her, and stunning the Might of Demacia in his tracks.
"What sorcery is this?!" Garen knew instinctively that his courage and defenses would not be able to protect him from the onslaught he now faced. He'd blown his chance, but he was far from finished. He grinned as Riven closed upon him. "What is it that The Seneschal says? A warrior's spirit is never broken…"
The massive runic weapon hammered against the brilliant Demacian plate, carving scars into the resilient metal, and sending the Might of Demacia stumbling backwards from the force of the blow, but Riven was not finished. She threw herself into the sky, green energy pouring from her as she pulled into an overhead slash, sending a torrent of power into the Demacian, followed by another lighting fast strike of unbelievable strength.
'So fast, and yet so powerful… Could I truly have underestimated her so much?' The leader of the Dauntless Vanguard was assaulted again and again, each blow lighting fast, and ferociously powerful, and as he moved to counter-attack, the woman would leap away, striking as she re-positioned herself, hitting an open spot with an even stronger blow. Her grace was equaled only by the strength of each attack hammering his plate mail. Her form would cause even the most talented among Demacia's ranks to be envious of her control. This, however, was not the time to stand slack-jawed with awe. This was the time to strike, and as Riven dropped, her final blow throwing Garen back and away from her, he did just that.
"Have at you!" A torrent of golden light surged around the warrior as he spun into the fray, a whirlwind of bladed destruction. The typhoon of whirling power whipped the grass as Riven was assaulted by the attack time and time again, clashing with green and gold sparks against her awakened blade. It was like standing in a torrent of razors, each one tearing into her skin as she attempted to defend with her ki and resolve. However, despite her strongest determination, it was torn through like so much tissue paper, and even a warcry, erupting with stunning force did little to spurn the advance of the spinning blade. With a final strike, Riven was thrown from the maelstrom, rolling across the grass as she pulled herself to her feet. Her whole body ached, blood soaked the bandages around her arms and the white of her rag like clothing, but her spirit, still, was not broken. As she looked across the field to Garen Crownguard, she saw that he, too, was battered and beaten, but his eyes still burned with spirit, just as hers did.
"Not as long as I still breathe!"
Eyes locked, and for a moment, both warriors knew what had to be done. Green energy surged around Riven's Runic Blade even as golden light erupted along the full length of Garen's. Torrents of magical energy surged forth from both blades as the full power of Valoran’s greatest political powers were awakened to their full potential. Then, it happened. A massive golden blade fell from the heavens, even as Riven roared out her own challenge. Wind whipped around her blade as she swung a thunderous pulse of raging green blades shot across the ground, tearing away the topsoil and ripping the ground apart, both attacks striking home at the same instant...
Then, silence. The only sound that passed between the two warriors was the sound of the wind, gentle and serene through the blades of grass of Summoner's Rift, and then as both warriors stood, a voice slipped between them.
"Impressive...Exile..." Blue light pulsed around Garen Crownguard as his form was pulled back to the ether, defeated. However, as he spoke, Riven became aware of a burning sensation that gripped her body. Even at the last moment, as she herself had summoned all her power, the Demacian's summoner had cast his Ignite Spell to guarantee her temporary end. She collapsed, exhausted, and beaten, but still strong, even as her summoner spoke.
"You fought well, Miss Riven. There is no shame in this defeat..."
"Thank you for...allowing me to win under my own strength. I was not sure, especially in this, that you would." Riven spoke as she closed her eyes.
"Some battles are best fought on your own. Even us lower-level summoners know that. For all others, I shall assist you, Miss Riven. I know your mind, after all... Riven could feel her summoner grin through the link as her body underwent the re-summoning procedure. “Besides, by defeating Garen, and a few unlucky minions along the way, you’ve earned a very substantial bonus to my power pool. Your next enchantment will be a very powerful one indeed. Do the words ‘Infinity Edge’ mean anything to you?"
As Riven’s body disappeared into blue energy, a raven flew overhead, heading towards the center of the Rift, and back to her master, Jericho Swain, his mouth twisting into a grin.
"Thank you, Beatrice. Always such a dear... I do believe we can use this woman to further our plans, wouldn't you agree?" The raven landed on his shoulder, squawking, as her master began to laugh, cackling, even as a spear with a Demacian flag on it nearly struck him, his eyes turning to the intruder.
"I hope you'll share what you believe is so humorous before I kill you, Swain." Jarvan IV stepped forward, brandishing his spear, Shyvana the Half-Dragon shadowing her mentor, even as Swain laughed, taunting the pair.
"Such harsh words coming from a Prince. You should show respect when addressing your elders, or has that father of yours forgotten to teach you manners?" Beatrice cawed, fluttering her feathers as Katarina and Talon both appeared behind Swain, twirling and brandishing their blades.
“Tch! Three against two is hardly fair odds for all of you.” Shyvana cracked her knuckles and tossed a strand of red hair free from her face. “You’ll have to do better than that!”
As if to answer, a howl sounded as Shyvana moved sideways, barely avoiding a clawed hand making a swipe against her. Warwick skidded to a halt on all fours before standing and snarling. “You talk big, dragon. But you’re only HALF beast.”
“At least I bathe.” She sneered. “I thought Noxian lapdogs were supposed to be well taken care of.” Shyvana laughed as Warwick moved to step forward, Katarina placing the flat of her blade against the wolf, halting him mid-step.
“Easy, boy. Besides, that dragon has clipped wings. She’s hardly as strong as the real thing. Don’t waste your time on her.”
“That may be, Granny, but Shyvana is still far lovelier than you, and I’ve seen her bad side.” Katarina scowled as Lux moved into the fray, trailed by Soraka.
“Garen shall be restored soon. He was taken down by the new arrival, but not before dispatching her first. I expect they’ll both be returning shortly.” Several pairs of eyes on both sides of the conflict looked to Soraka.
“That gutter trash took down Crownguard!? Impossible! Her summoner must have exhausted his strength.” Katarina spat her words in anger, clearly enraged. “She’s made a mockery of real strength.”
“So, the Exile defeated Garen, eh? She must be a very powerful opponent indeed…” Jarvan grinned. To defeat Garen in a battle of power was a difficult task for any swordsman. For him to be bested was no small matter.
“As I said, my Prince, she proved herself to be quite powerful when I faced her. I’d count us lucky that she is not against us.” Shyvana spoke, before glancing to Warwick and Katarina. “She’s easily more worthy of our time than those two.”
“It can’t be helped then. We’ll have to finish this without him.” Jarvan brandished his spear, glancing to the Noxians across the river.
“I agree… This incessant prattling is distasteful. I came here to fight…not to talk.” Talon deployed his arm blade and twirled several others between his fingers, his hawk like stare meeting Jarvan’s own.
“Alright, that’s enough you egocentric fools…” Swain sighed, coughing slightly. “I’ll give you one final chance, Lightshield. Surrender the mining rights to Noxus, and this can all be over, and we won’t have to endure any more of this mindless bloodshed. Not that I mind, really. I would just hate to have our little tie be broken, and get all ugly…”
Chapter 1 - “The Clash of the Cache” [Part 4]
“Would you have time…for an offer of cooperation…?” Riven was quiet as she watched The Might of Demacia. Everything she’d done was to get her to this exact moment. She could not enact her plan without someone else to assist her, and the only person within range, outside the scope of her allies, was Garen. She knew he, like her, had to have recently risen again, and like a good soldier, committed to his country, he would move to assist them in the quickest manner possible, down the center of the Rift. With her summoner’s teleportation to move her a great distance, and his knowledge of the layout of the forest, she was counting on him to get her where she needed to be. Garen regarded her with a raised eyebrow, his sword still in hand.
“Exile, you wish to betray your countrymen after they have accepted you back into their fold?” He frowned. “You are truly without honor.”
“No! Not betray!” Riven’s voice exploded from her small frame, tinged with a hint of her inner turmoil. Garen was taken aback for a moment as she continued. “I wish only to end this violence, and stop this needless bloodshed between our people.” To her dismay, Garen laughed.
“Stop bloodshed? Exile, bloodshed is all your people know! Violence, underhanded battle tactics, trickery, subversion, espionage, virtually every vile word in our language can be attributed to an action done within the confines of that blight upon Valoran!” He scoffed. “Yet you stand here, asking me to help you stop this bloodshed?”
“Unwarranted death, needless sacrifice, a blind following of flawed ideals… Those go on within that ‘blight’ upon Valoran, Crownguard.” Riven’s eyes softened as she spoke, and Garen’s features followed suit. “The Noxus I love is not the Noxus I wish it to be. I told you I died once before, Demacian, and I meant it. My former Noxian ideals died with me. It is for that reason that Du Couteau looks at me with hate, and why all my allies keep me at arms length. They do not trust me, and they do not accept me.” She looked to Garen’s eyes. “So, I’ve come to you simply as I am. Warrior to warrior, not as an agent of Noxus, but as one of her people. Please, help me stop this.” Garen was silent a moment, breeze blowing through the trees of Summoner’s Rift, a faint crackle from the turrets as their target remained just barely outside their reach. After a moment, Garen’s brow eased into a calm smile.
“I understand, Exile. I knew from the moment I watched you intentionally save my sister from Du Couteau that you were different. You are not a heartless warrior. You do not kill in cold blood, and you use your sword to protect others, as well as defend your beliefs.” He lowered his massive blade and crossed his arms across the pommel. “I saw it in your eyes when you fought me, and when you defeated me. There was no malice there, simply a sense of duty, and of an unending moral code to do whatever it took to see your beliefs to fruition, whatever they may have been.” Garen nodded and brushed himself off. “Forgive my harsh words. They were meant to test you. I had to be sure.” Riven nodded, understanding completely. “Now then! What would you ask of me, Exile?” Riven allowed a small smile to cross her features as she spoke.
“Both our people are trying to negotiate a solution to the situation in the center of the Rift. I know my people well enough to know they will not back down, especially if they have a chance to get it all through combat. I have talked to my summoner, and I have an idea.” Riven pointed to the massive towers on either side of her. “You and I are very strong, and I believe we could destroy those towers with relative ease.”
“Of course we could, but I do not see your point, Exile.”
“You march down the bottom path, striking down all towers in your wake. I shall strike them down across the upper path. The two of us will gain a great deal of power from felling minions, as well as forging a path to the gates of our opposing bases. By felling towers and getting near the Nexus, our respective sides-“
“Our forces will be forced to split off any combat to ensure the other side does not gain an upper hand. And with the power we shall gain, we will be better outfitted against any threat they attempt to throw our way. Most impressive, Exile. I assume we shall keep pushing deeper into the bases until we can strike the Nexus, yes?”
“Right. However, once the minion forces have been enabled to strike the Nexus, we will pull back, and suggest both sides solve their differences outside the Fields of Justice, as straight up conflict will not be guaranteeing any victories here. That will convince my people to take their offers to the table, as there, at least, they have a more solid chance to get what they want.” Garen grinned and nodded.
“I must say, Exile, this is a very bold plan. There is no guarantee that it will work, but I see no other options other than a long bloody conflict. I will help you.”
“Thank you, Crownguard.” Riven hefted her blade and started back into the forest. Garen watched her go, disappearing into the bushes, talking to himself as he looked to the sky.
“Victory for our allies, defeat for our enemies…and justice for all.” He nodded, pleased with the situation, before marching quickly toward the bottom path.
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