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The Mastery of Doran's Blade

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Frost Archer

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Authour's note. This is the story of how Garen met Katarina. It is also how Garen got his ridiculously large sword
The point of view will change often. tell me which one you like and I can make it more common. tips critiques and reviews are welcome
(It is not done)
My idea is that the champions are NOT 50 ft tall and that they are normal compared to minions. In here, Demacia is blue and Noxus is purple. Garen starts off as a minion and all minions carry swords. Casters may be replaced with archers from time to time.
Garen Crownguard. The might of Demacia. What was it like, before Garen became a legend? How did he acquire his sword, and how did he learn his powers? Find out in the Mastery of Doran's Blade.

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My name is Garen Crownguard. I am the older brother of the Lady of Luminosity. I am the guard to The Officer of the Dauntless Vangurd. And I am about to die.

The Officer was not important. He had trained us for 3 years. Today we are on an assault on Noxus. The Demacia/Noxus War has been raging from the day I was born. The king at the time, Jarvan Lightsheild the first, was a power hungry man. He conquered land in the name of Demacia. When he set his eyes on Noxus, he should've backed down. Now, with the fool dead, he passed on his battle down to us. The current king is Jarvan III. He and his son are active members in the military.
Noxus does not forgive. After Demacia waged war, we knew that Noxus would not surrender unless they were destroyed, or we were.

This is my first battle. Wearing my blue cloak over my armour, I put on my mask. It was made of wood, carved into a fearsome design. But the Noxians were not far off the fear chapter. With their purple cloaks and concealed faces, we did not know what they looked like. For all we knew, they could have been dead but reanimated with dark magic.
The General of the Dauntless Vanguard was assassinated yesterday. One of his guards mentioned a “flash of red” before passing away. Swearing revenge, we ambushed the Noxians and killed many of them. Then came the red.

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Chapter I – Flash of Red

Garen could not process it. One by one, Demacians fell. Garen, quick on his feet, noticed the red flash moving towards The Officer. Running across the battleground, he made a wild swing of his sword. It collided with a crudely curved blade. The assassin came to a stop, and Garen got a good look at him. No. Not him. Her. Her slender body was dressed in black, studded with spikes and blades. Her intense green eyes flashed with anger. But her most prominent feature, was her hair. Long, smooth, and fiery red.

“She is beautiful” Garen thought as he faltered.

Her eyebrows narrowed. As Garen brought his sword back for another swing, she feinted and kicked him 10 feet away.
 Garen groaned in pain. His armour weighed him down.

“Impossible” he thought “I have got to outweigh her.” As he got up, she flashed towards him, moving so fast she seemed to disappear and reappear right in front of him. He barely parried the strike. “What fearsome power” he thought.

“You're too slow” she taunted. Then with her second sword, she easily sliced through Garen's. The assassin put her palm on the ground and 30 blades flew out of the air around her. Ten hit Garen. The rest flew past and smashed into The Officer.

"No!" shouted Garen.
With all his strength, he slashed at the elegant assassin. She jumped back but wore a stunned look on her face. The blade had not touched her, yet the leather armour she wore had a large gash on it. Garen looked up to see a yellow aura surrounding him. Something flew past his eye. Alarmed, Garen jumped back. He looked at himself on the flat of his blade. Garen gasped. There were three flying shields, rotating around him. In a state of half trauma, he limped to The Officer. As the yellow aura faded, he raised his blade to look at himself again. This time, he noticed that the blade was broken. Severed clean off at the top, the tip had lodged itself into the assassin.

"That's why she is hurt." Garen realized.
 By the time he had reached The Officer, he was breathing hard. He pulled on one of the assassin's blades, but the sudden gush of blood made him reconsider his choice. He noticed The officer's lips moving, but could not hear anything.

"What?" asked Garen.

"Take the blade" rasped The Officer. "Remember the Code. Never surrender."

Garen understood what he meant. Demacians have a strict "zero tolerance" code that they they all abided by, citizens and soldiers alike. Garen reached over and took The Officer's sword and thrust it into his hands. But The Officer had already drawn his final breath. Whether by chance or with the last of his will power, The Officer made an unmistakable gesture. Garen was to have the blade.
Garen stood up, shaking in rage. When he turned towards the assassin, now getting up from her wound, even she had a look of fear, if only for a split second.

"What is your name assassin?" Garen roared.

"Katarina Du Couteau." She replied. "The Sinister Blade."

"Well than today will be a day of great triumph, where I, Garen Crownguard, shall slay you!"

"Don't get too over your head."

"Then come forth, you will find honour in death!"

Garen charged towards her, the yellow aura forming around him again.
This time Katarina was able to see what happened. When the shields formed one by one, they always formed on the west, from Demacia.

"It must be a mage." she thought. "A mage from Demacia. All I need to do is to sever the connection."

Katarina pounced.
 Leaping into the air, she put her body opposite to Garen. Then, using her blades, she made a pentagon in the ground around Garen. The area inside the pentagon flashed with a radiant light. When the light faded, the three shields surrounding Garen were gone.

"Hmph, you've got a nerve to fight against me while being supported by a mage." Katarina sneered.
"I've been fighting against my sister for years. Did you really think I would not learn to counter it?"

Garen looked at her with a confused look on his face.
"What in the name of Demacia are you talking about?"

Now it was Katarina's turn to look confused.
"You mean you don't have a mage supporting you?"

Garen shook his head. "Forget it, lets settle this." As he ran, the shields formed again.

"Impossible!" Katarina cried "That should have stopped your mana flow for at least another hour!"

"Mana? What is mana?" Garen asked, while parrying a blade.

"Why you really are clueless aren't you?" Katarina taunted.
"Doesn't look like you know much about it either." Garen retorted.
With that, the two of them clashed again and again. They hardly paid any attention to their fellow soldiers, entranced within their own waltz of honed sabres. They fought for six days and six nights, until the last of their men were crawling back to lick their wounds. They were both heavily injured, but neither would back down until one fell. The remaining soldiers watched them frolic around each other, listening to the melody of striking blades. Now, with the afternoon sun glaring down at them, they started to slow down.
It was harder for Garen. His bulky armour made it hard to keep up with the nimble footed assassin. On the verge of collapse, Garen almost lost hope when he heard the thunder of feet, coming from the east. Katarina seemed to sense this and pounced. Her blades flashed and two deep cuts gushed from each of Garen's shoulders. She spun and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall hard.

I could end this. Garen thought as he lay on the ground. Why bother fighting anymore? No one is coming for me anyway.

Garen relaxed his grip on his sword. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

"Giving up so soon?" Katarina teased.

She is breathless to.
Garen could hear the voices of his fellow soldiers shouting faintly.

"Oh come on! Get up!" Katarina yelled. "It's no fun killing you when you just give up."

Get at me Garen thought.

"That's it, if you don't get up, I'll just kill you!"

One last look he thought Before I go.

When he opened his eyes, he did not just see Katarina with her blades flashing in the air. He saw an army. Clad in blue. Led by his sister.

Quickly, Garen grabbed the sword. He parried the blade that would have cut his neck.

"I'm sorry" He said. "I'll give it all I've got now."

He charged and felt power coursing through his veins. He slashed and hacked for all that he was worth but Katarina was not as tired as she looked. She deftly blocked each blow and countered herself. In one last act of desperation, he stabbed his sword into the ground and yelled in defiance.
Afterwards, there was a gasp that coursed through the army. A great sword fell from the heavens, mirroring the motion and speed of Garen's blade. Katarina had jumped out of the way, but the giant blade had grazed her, downwards in a line straight as a ruler, right down her left eye.

Garen's shoulders slumped. His sudden burst of energy had left him. He fell, out cold before he hit the floor.

Katarina saw her chance. She lunged at his now inert body. The commander raised his spear and a wall of stone sprouted from the ground around Garen. That young girl waved her staff and suddenly a cage of light surrounded Katarina. By the time the light faded, the army had reached her target and were starting to surround her. 
With a snarl, she spun in a short circle whilst throwing her last few blades. She jumped toward one the one man farthest from the rest and pulled out her blade. As the other three were still falling, she threw the blade at her pursuers. It bounced around them slicing at major blood vessels. Blood bloomed from each man it touched. It flew towards the young woman but the woman created a bubble around her. Before the young girl could counter the assassin, Katarina was gone.

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Chapter two - Honey and Tea

My brother is an idiot. I mean, seriously. Who in their straight mind just lies there in the middle of the battlefield? If he told me himself that he had been fighting for six days and nights, I would have dismissed him as a liar. But the fool has his little buddies that are now babbling about how the two of them were entranced in their dance of clashing blades and all that mushy stuff. I mean, seriously. It's not as if he fell in love with her.

Garen woke up in a tent. With his sister staring down at him in distain.


"You drool in your sleep you know that?"

Garen quickly wiped his mouth and got up embarrassed. He suddenly winced in pain.

"You'll reopen your wounds if you don't watch it."

Garen started to get up, then fell and face-planted onto the ground.

"Your an embarrassment you know that?"

Garen got up, ignoring her. He stumbled toward the water pitcher on the table opposite to his bed.

"You could have just asked me to pour you tea."

Garen poured his cup of water.
Is that black or green tea? Garen thought.

"It's green"

Garen sighed. His sister was famous. She was "The Child Prodigy". But sometimes, she knew him better than himself. She may not be able to read his exact mind, but she could often guess what he was thinking.
"Would you look at me?"

Garen turned to face his sister. Her blonde hair was tucked behind her hair. Most people mistook him to be her bodyguard. No one believed it when he said they were related.

"Stop ignoring me! Look, I care about you! Would you stop acting like a fool?"

"How did I act like a fool?"

"Oh. That's how you want to play it? I mean, seriously. I saved your life!" she practically exploded.

"Yes. You did that. What do you think other people will think when a 20 year old man's sister saved his life?"

"Is that ALL you care about? You and your stupid little Demacian honour?"

Garen grabbed her by the throat. He would have slammed her into the ground but his body had not mended as well as he thought. His knees buckled and he fell to his sister's feet.
 Lux looked at him in dismay and walked toward the entrance of the tent.

"You never understood the importance of family Garen. You really need to figure out what is more important to you, your country, or your family."

With that, she walked out the tent.
 With effort, Garen climbed back onto his bed. A while later, another face appeared. 
Jarvan IV.
 He and Garen were close friends when they were young. Garen even saved his life once. But now, Jarvan only looked at him with regret.

"Blast it Garen." He muttered. "How could you raise a hand on your sister?"

"She insulted Demacia."

A curt reply.

Jarvan looked at his friend.
"And would you have killed her if not for your injuries?"

"Zero tolerance."

Jarvan sighed. "I regret teaching you that. You have to listen to me. You can't just cut your ties with your family."

"I damn well could if I wanted to."

"And tarnish the name of the Crownguard family?"

No reply. He knew that hit a sore spot.

"As your commanding officer"

"I think I'll have some tea right now."

"As your friend." Jarvan stressed. "I want you to take time off from the Dauntless Vanguard. Or what's left of it."

"Do you think I should add honey or sugar?"

"And go apologize to your sister."

"Honey it is."

Jarvan sighed again. "You can't go on like this forever."

Garen sipped his tea.

"I could clear your name. We will announce that I saved you. Which is true " he added to Garen's glare.
"Yes, that'll work. Say it like a repayment of debt to that time."

"We were eight then."

"For god's sake Garen! You went one on one with an assassin for six days! Isn't that honourable enough?"

"I couldn't avenge The Officer."

Jarvan fumed in frustration.
"Just go home, we'll clean up the mess here."

Garen opened his mouth to protest.

"THAT'S AN ORDER!" Jarvan bellowed.

Then, spinning on his heel, Jarvan briskly walked out the door.

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Ok, does everybody see how I incorporated Garen's courage ability WITHOUT saying "Garen activated Courage" Seriously, it is a bit redundant and makes the quote seem boring. Also, some people may not know what courage is like.
BTW> Katarina's pentagon is a reference to Blut Vene. You know how much those people at riot love their references

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Chapter 3 - Blue Mana

I'm not really angry at Luxanna. More at myself. And I was probably kind of cold to Jarvan. I guess I'll apologize the next time I see either one of them. However what intrigues me more is that impressive feat I did with the sword. I don't even know what I was supposed to do; I just did it. And what was mana? I guess I'll ask Luxanna about it later.

“Okay Luxanna, what do you want me to do?”
“Stop calling me Luxanna! I said call me Lux!”
“When you're my age you'll realize just how stupid that name is.”
“Did you just call me stupid?.”
“You know I did not mean it that way!”
This was the third time that day Garen asked Lux to forgive him.
It was also the third time Lux evaded in complying. And just to insult him even more, she was paying more attention to her apple cider than him. It was infuriating.
Garen was starting to get impatient.
One more time.
“Come on Luxanna, I already told you I was sorry.”
A devilish gleam showed in Lux's eyes.
Uh oh Garen thought.
“I want you to beg.”
A small noise escaped from Garen's mouth. He knew very well what would happen if he did that. Lux didn't exactly have a small mouth. He would become the laughing stock of Demacia in no time.
Lux laughed at him while he tried to make words come out of his mouth, failing miserably.
“Very well” he groaned. “As long as you swear to not tell anyone.”
She shook her head, hiding a smile. “I don't think you're in any position to negotiate.”
“I, Garen Crownguard, beg of thee, Luxanna Crownguard, to forgive me.” he muttered.
“Ok. What did you want to ask me?”
Garen raised an eyebrow, hardly surprised by her correct guess.
Why you really are clueless aren't you?
The words rang into his head. He did not know why, but he suddenly flashed back to the battle. Her upturned nose, with a smirk that could be seen a mile away. Without knowing, he blushed.
“Errr. How should I put this? What is mana?”
Luxanna just about choked on her cider.
“Mana? How could you not know what mana is? It is the base of spiritual energy essential to the harnessing of arcane energy which allows all mages the ability to bend certain laws of the universe! Or in short, what you call magic!”
“Right. Next time, keep it simple from the beginning” Garen muttered.
“That was the simple version you dunce.”
Most grown men would not have dared to call Garen anything of the sort. But Garen was more afraid of Lux then she of him. He hated to admit it, but Lux really was a genius. And she was capable of knocking his lights out any time she wished. And that didn't sit well with Garen. He trained himself because he knew his sister was smarter than him. Yet why did she have to be stronger too?
“Also, about that sword that fell from the sky.”
“Yea! That was pretty impressive. When did you learn to do that?”
Garen blushed.
Lux looked at him, crestfallen.
"You don't know how to use it?"
"Well, it just struck me. I simply knew how to do it then."
Lux just stared at him.
"Yea, I don't know how to use it." he added sheepishly. "I was hoping you could help me out on that part."
"Well doing something on that scale would have required a massive reserve of mana, and you say you don't know how to manipulate your mana, right?"
"Um, right, what was mana again?"
Lux slapped him.
"You're hopeless you know that?"
"Hey! Don't get on my case. I wasn't some child prodigy that could recreate magic spells after seeing them once!"
"Well, at least you admit that I'm smarter than you."
"I said nothing of the sort."
"My point is, if you know nothing about mana, I can't help you recreate that stunt you pulled, even if you had mana pools as large as Xerath himself!"
"Some powerful magician."
"Look, if you say I can't cast magic without knowing about mana, how did I do it back there?"
"Beats me."
Lux looked up to see Garen staring at her.
"Yes Garen, there are things even I don't know. Who would've thought so." she said sarcastically.
"Great, so I'll never be able to do that again?"
"Let's not give up hope yet. What where you thinking about when you brought down the blade?."
Garen's ears turned red.
"Uh. I was thinking about how I would never let a single Noxian enter Demacia. Demacian honour. The like."
"Spare me." Lux said in disgust.
Then, she suddenly perked up, as if she had an idea.
"Wait, there is a possibility that," her expression darkened. "No. It can't be."
Then, without another word, she ran back the way they had come.
"Luxanna?" Garen asked as he ran after her. "Luxanna! Where are you going?"
"Something I read about the other day. It may just explain your powers. Hurry, the Grand Library closes in half an hour!"

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Okay Guys! I love you guys so much that I now give you TWO NEW CHAPTERS!!!! YAY!!! THANKS FOR ALL THE FEED BACK I GOT!!!
But seriously, toss me a bone guys.
I try so hard.
I think that this will be my last post on this thread. I want to start a new one since I made some edits to the story. Please give me some feed back. I know that it is kinda boring at first but I promise it gets better. (BTW, this will be a Kat n' Sona fight over Garen fic. I know Garen and Kat love each other, but I feel so sorry for Sona all alone.) You know, people seem to only look at the fics for people fallin' in love, and havin' S3X. But I will now give you mushiness! >: )

Chapter 4~Spirit of Demacia

Okay. Seriously, I have a bad feeling about this. The other day, I took a bet, saying I could recite the thickest non-historical or encyclopaedic book in the Grand library in 48 hours. Pulled two all nighters. But now I'm kind of glad I did that. I mean, seriously. It's almost as if fate wanted me to read it, knowing that I would require the knowledge one day. But if I read it right, that could mean that Garen is in big trouble. He hates publicity, you know that?

“As I thought.” Lux said as she pulled out an enormous book from a shelf.
Spirits and Primal Forces of Runeterra
“Uh, you think I'm possessed?” Garen snickered.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I do.”
That wiped the grin off Garen's face.
“What! Do I need to preform some kind of ritual? Will being possessed mean I'll lose control of my body?”
“Heh, not so now tough are you?” She flipped through the book, painfully, not to mention deliberately, slowly.
“You see, since you had no control over your mana, you would have needed a very skilled mage to do that for you. I was wondering who could possibly fit that role when...”
Her voice trailed off.
She stopped at that page. Following her finger down the page, she paused at The Spirit of Demacia.
She read aloud.
It is accepted that an unnamed sorceress was the founder of the city, Demacia. Devoting her entire life to the prosperity of the city, she designed all parts of it, without letting human inhabitants enter before she was done. Sad to say, she died before her work was done. Pleading to the stars, legends say that she was allowed to remain in Demacia as its beacon, whispering in the ears of men, completing her life goal. However, she eventually became so attached to the city, that she refused to pass on. The stars punished her, by taking away her voice, but not her mind. It is believed that if a human ever showed great love for her country, she would bless them, even if without her voice.
Luxanna exhaled through her nose. “Guess that explain's it.”
Garen sat there with his eyes facing the ceiling. He could barely process any of it. So the founder of his country wanted to bless him, yet could not talk to him. Why did that sound so familiar?
Garen's eyes snapped open.
He bolted upright.
Luxanna gave a short squeal of surprise.
“I think I know what I must do.” he announced.
“What?” Lux inquired.
“I need to talk with her” he said “She can help me sort through this!”
“Did you miss it when I said that they took away her voice?” She snapped.
“Yes! Who do we know that can not talk to us, but gets her point across through music?
Lux's eyes widened with realization.
“Sona.” she breathed
“The Maven of the Strings.” he nodded.

Chapter 5 - The Maven of the Strings

A little bit about Sona before you meet her. An attractive woman, adopted by the Buvelle house, who can not speak. Or rather, not make any sound in general. She uses a mystical instrument, called an etwahl. Her music is almost as beautiful as she is. I have met her from time to time, when the Crowguard house meets with the other houses. She always seems to look at me funny. And she has blue hair.

Garen rushed to the Buvelle house, with Lux trailing behind. Soon, Garen's loud pounding echoed through the large manor. A couple minutes later, there was no reply.
Garen shifted uncomfortably.
“Maybe no one's home.” Lux said helpfully.
Then the door opened. Sona looked sleepy but when she saw Garen, she started to blush lightly. Quickly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she opened the door wider, a open guesture for them to enter. She cocked her head at them as if to say what brings you here at this hour?
Lux looked at a clock and suddenly realized that it was already ten o'clock.
“Sorry to bother you. My brother has a proposal for you.” Lux said.
Sona suddenly blushed so deeply, that it took Lux exactly ten seconds to realize how that sounded.
“W-well,” Garen started “What my sister meant to say is that I would like to talk with you about something that has been on my mind for a while.”
Lux rolled her eyes. Yes Garen she thought she totally wont get the wrong idea from that.
Sona smiled faintly. She beckoned them to follow her upstairs. As they entered her room, Lux realized with a start that Garen was a full head and a half taller than either of the girls. She looked around. A simple room, furnished with only a bed, wardrobe and her etwahl. The bed looked like it had been recently used.
She must have been sleeping when we woke her Lux thought guiltily.
Sona looked back to see Garen walking in. Her eyes widened but she made no sound as he walked right into the doorframe.
As he fell back, Lux saw a nasty cut on his head which was starting to bruise. Dazed he stumbled and reached out, smashing a hole into the wall.
Sona quickly motioned for Lux to bring him in. The two girls struggled to hold him aloft and Garen kept on tripping over Sona's long robes. Finally, the two heaved him onto the bed. Dragging over her etwahl, Sona positioned his head on her lap. Then she started to strum a short aria on the etwahl.
Lux watched as the cut started to heal. Eventually, the bruise faded as well. Lux used her magic to fix the hole in the wall, then went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up the blood on the doorframe. As Sona finished her aria, the blood on Garen's face flaked off and crumbled into dust. No one would have thought he had a serious injury earlier.
Garen opened his eyes. When he realized his situation, he bolted up, embarrassed. He rubbed his head.
“What happened? How did I suddenly get to the bed?”
Sona strummed a chord on her etwahl.
You hit your head on the doorframe. You might have suffered a minor concussion.
Garen spun to look at Sona, but she had not opened her mouth. Yet he swore he heard a woman speak to him.
Usually Sona signed with her hands, and people would get the idea what she was saying. If she needed to, she would sometimes write on a piece of paper. But a voice suddenly filled his head.
“Did you say that?” he asked.
She strummed another chord on her etwahl.
“Whoa.” he breathed. “Look, I wanted to ask you, if there was any other way one could communicate without gestures, writing, and speaking.”
Well, I often use my etwahl, but the only other thing I can think of is telepathy.
“Why don't you use it?”
I have tried. But in order to communicate, I need to talk with another telepathic. You don't seem to know how to use magic so I can not talk with you that way.
“Can you teach me?”
Sona pursed her lips. She strummed on the etwahl again.
Have you been taught how to use mana?
Garen groaned. Sona gave a faint smile when she saw his shoulders slump.
It's okay. At least we can still talk this way.
Suddenly Sona tensed. She stared at Garen and started to play on the etwahl.
Listen carefully Garen Crownguard. I do not have much time. Luckily you came to this girl. I learned how to play the etwahl several years before I died. You must find out how to use the blade. Look for a man named Doran. He is the one who forged your blade. Free me from my curse. Oh no... they've found me. Hurry!
And with that, Sona's eyes lost focus and she fell forward. Garen snapped out of his shock. He quickly grabbed her before she hit the ground and eased her back on the bed. He gently put her head back on her pillow. He hovered over her, eyes full of concern. Sona's eyes slowly opened. She tilted her head questioningly. A cough came from the door. Garen and Sona looked up to see Lux leaning on the doorway.
“This is not what it looks like” Garen said weakly.
Lux wouldn't stop smiling.

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Hey! I +1'd your story when I first read it I read most anything involving Garen lol. But I'm really protective and now I want to push Sona lol. I'm kidding I think it's great! There was one in the 3rd post "She is breathless to." I think maybe it should be "was" since the rest of the story is in that tense. Other than that you're doing well! Keep posting!

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Ah! good call! : ) But did you notice the reference to your fanfic?
And about pushing, Sona I don't know. I really like Sona, at least over Kat. She doesn't get the credit she deserves. None of the supports do. Pity, I like to play support. Also, sadly I might add, there will be some trouble between Sona and Kat. NO! I'm not a sadist. I'm just in in love with LLS (LoL love Stories)

I'm really jealous of you. You have 6 times the views, but over 10 times the feedback! And you are probably a much better LoL player than I am. Last I checked, you were double my level.

Also, looking back, I just realized I used the wrong "too" Major grammar fail

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I did and I squeeeeee'd :3 You're awesome!

lol. I'm just being silly. Sona is cool and support is super hard to play! I give mad props to people who play support!!

If it encourages you at all, feedback was really slow in coming at first. You might get more luck with reviews on FF.net as well as with views. Maybe you should make an account there!

Dude/dudette, I'm terrible at LoL XD Yesterday someone asked if it was my first time playing u.u lol