Troubled by Emotion (Garen x Katarina)

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Menemy

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02-13-2013

Awesome story!


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GonZ77

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02-20-2013

When is the next chapter coming?


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Drmalthael

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03-19-2013

Keep going!


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TheDarkestRaven

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04-08-2013

I have some ideas for characters in the next few chapters:
Draven could join alongside his brother Darius to help in the battle against the Void, however, Kha'Zix could join the battle at a critical moment, turning the battle around when it is seemingly won already. Adding these bring more suspense to the storyline. I've read all the chapters so far and I'm really liking your writing style so try to continue!


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15leear1

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05-09-2013

Nice plot!
Where is Xin Zhao?


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SV Artixero

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05-10-2013

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Originally Posted by Darren Ninja 7 View Post
I have some ideas for characters in the next few chapters:
Draven could join alongside his brother Darius to help in the battle against the Void, however, Kha'Zix could join the battle at a critical moment, turning the battle around when it is seemingly won already. Adding these bring more suspense to the storyline. I've read all the chapters so far and I'm really liking your writing style so try to continue!
Thank you for your suggestion! You know what's really creepy? I incorporated your idea into the story without even knowing about it! And thank you for liking my style! A lot of people say it's sloppy, but everyone has opinions, right?

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Originally Posted by 15leear1 View Post
Nice plot!
Where is Xin Zhao?
Xin Zhao was left in the defense of Demacia and it's king. Sorry I didn't add it in the last chapter. Should've been more clear.


And here it is, folks!

Chapter 16

The Demacians stood side by side, having Freljordians at their back. “Freljordian” is quite a broad term, considering there were three tribes in Freljord. The Demacians had the Avarosans to fight with them today, at the very least. As the clouds grew dark and thunder began to roll. The Dauntless Vanguard yelled at the void creatures who were charging forward, and the deafening thunder masked the bigger roars of the void creatures at the back lines. Garen raised his sword, and the Dauntless Vanguard, as their name suggests, prepared for surging forward. The first to fight. Many people believe being first to fight also means being first to die, but that death would be worth one’s life if it makes a huge difference in the outcome of the battle.

The steady breathing of the thousands at their back urged the Dauntless Vanguard to be stalwart, and with Garen leading the charge, they all echoed in unison, “Demacia!” The ground shook as the heavily armored Demacians charged straight into the void creatures. Their front lines consisted of the expendable fighters, the voidlings. Behind the voidlings were the human-sized creatures with varying appendages or colors, and the rest were just abominations. As the next thunderclap roared, the Demacians made contact with their enemy. Blood splattered everywhere with the initial charge, and some weapons were not sharp enough to cut through some void monsters’ hardened skin. Some of the larger, fiercer monsters could send squads of soldiers flying with a single swing of their massive appendages, while some soldiers had the ill fate of being flattened by elephant-like void beings. The swords and spears of the Demacians combined with the bows and axes of the Avarosans, as they stood, had little chance of defeating the entirety of the void army that they engaged with. The smashing sound of bones, the cries of pain, the yells of encouragement, and weapons clashing filled the ambient air of the battlefield.

Shyvana and a detachment of Elite Guards were trapped within enemy lines as they charged too far ahead, while Jayce and Katarina were attempting to secure Noxus’s walls from being charged. Jarvan was already en route to Shyvana’s aid, and Lux was providing cover for the Noxian defense team. Jarvan and Garen ensured the front lines did not falter, and Tryndamere was being himself, going berserk on the enemy. Ashe and her archers fired volley after volley into the ranks of the void army. Annie was kept safe under Ashe’s care. Prior to the charge, Garen made it clear that Annie was not to join the battle in the front lines. She was too young to even be present at the battlefield, but considering her parents were from Noxus, she might want to defend it.

Garen swung his sword at a monster with brute force, cleaving through it’s claws. Jarvan then impaled the monster with his dragon lance, leaving his flank to Garen. The two were an incredible team, but they could only go so far with their abilities. When a gigantic void monster slammed it’s front legs on the ground in front of Jarvan and Garen, they both were launched airborne, and crashed into the soldiers behind them. Like water in a river, the soldiers quickly filled the gap that Jarvan and Garen had made. It was their protocol. Demacians never retreat, they say, and that’s because of their battle tactics when it comes to front line combat. The line must always be in tact. If someone falters, make haste to replace him or her. It was almost like a phalanx, but instead of shields, it was a phalanx of lethal soldiers. What’s the point of defending when you can eliminate the enemy before having to defend, right?
“Garen, how long do you think before the Noxians come out?” Jarvan asked his partner as they recollected themselves.

“I have no idea,” Garen retorted, having great distrust in Noxian command except for Katarina.

“Right. I hope the forces we brought would be ample enough to stop this menace.”

Garen offered his hand to Jarvan, who took it and lifted himself up from the ground. Both then turned to the front line, and resumed combat after a loud shout of encouragement to the men who fought beside them.

Jayce and Katarina, on the other hand, were having a tough time trying to hold back the void monsters from trying to ransack the walls of Noxus. Jayce would send a massive blast by firing his shock ball through an acceleration gate, and it would take down plenty of little voidlings, but more monsters replaced them. Some were larger than most. Katarina did her best to throw her daggers and shunpo-ing to safety, and the handful of soldiers with them also did their job. However, because of the ruckus they were making, the void army began sending more monsters to their direction. Originally, the void creatures were present to attack the city of Noxus, but with the joint army of the Avarosans and the Demacians, they decided to attack them first. Nothing like a hearty meal before a heavy task, right? Jayce and Katarina’s actions reminded the void army of why they were here in the first place.

“You alright?” Jayce asked over his shoulder to Katarina.

“Don’t worry about me, just keep doing what you’re doing,” Katarina yelled back.

Jayce switched from cannon to hammer mode, and knocked back the larger monsters to buy some time for the people behind him. He also activated his electric field to ensure that any monster coming near him would pay for ever thinking of doing just that. Katarina shunpo’d to a monster and used a flurry of blades to eliminate plenty of monsters, but all of a sudden, a creature with scythe-like claws and large wings jumped on her and clawed at her, making Katarina fall. The monster pounced on Katarina, stabbing her arms to the ground with it’s claws and stepping on her knees to make sure she cannot get up, then it brandished its teeth. Katarina closed her eyes, when all of a sudden, the creature made a loud noise and got off of her. She held her arms close, then scanned her surroundings to see what made the monster leave. It was then that she saw blades flying around in a fashion she knew the most. Talon.

The ground shook, and Katarina turned to see what caused it. She saw two whirling... axes, headed right her direction so she rolled out of the way. The axes chopped many monsters in it’s path, and took out some body parts of the Demacian soldiers that were unfortunate enough. The axes didn’t just go straight. They rebounded and chopped everything in it’s path on the way back as well. Katarina followed the axes with her eyes, and saw Draven catching them. He had the usual crazy grin as he bounced his axes off the monsters he saw. Then a flock of birds began flying to and fro, attacking what they encountered, then returned to their owner: Jericho Swain. With the Noxian champions out on the field, it was clear what was about to happen. The rumbling of the ground happened again, but this time more intense. The Noxian Army charged from their walls and yelled obscenities at the void army, then crashed ranks with them. The Noxians were known for their gruesome and bloody way of fighting, and the void army experienced it first hand. Unlike the Demacians and their organized way of war, the Noxians let loose on the battlefield, caring little if they injure friend or foe. Ruthless soldiers. Talon kept fighting what now was known as Kha’Zix, and Draven enjoyed seeing blood come out from the monsters he bounced his axe off of. Katarina began to stand, but another void monster threatened to kill her. She tried to defend herself, when suddenly someone appeared before her eyes, seemingly coming from the air. The monster that attacked her suddenly fell in two, as if chopped in half. The man turned around and offered his axe to lift Katarina up.

“Darius...” Katarina muttered.

“Get up, woman. It already pains me to have to lift a fellow Noxian when they should be strong enough to rise themselves,” Darius replied.

Katarina held onto the dull part of Darius’s axe and lifted herself up, then Darius grabbed her arm. Katarina thought it would hurt, considering Darius wasn’t really the gentle kind of guy, but she was surprised that he was actually being cautious with the way he held her.

“We’ll get you treated once this skirmish is over,” He said. Katarina looked at Darius with confusion, then Darius added, “Don’t get hurt.”

What was this? Darius being nice to Katarina? The brute man was not known to be anywhere near nice. He was brutal, forceful and powerful. Katarina had never seen this part of Darius, to be honest, and it reminded her a lot of Garen. He was the stalwart Demacian warrior who would never even talk to a Noxian if it wasn’t for the benefit of Demacia, but he showed her great care and love. What was it with tough guys suddenly going soft for her? It puzzled Katarina, but Jayce’s shock blast exploding near her vicinity made her snap back to reality, and she picked up her daggers to resume the fight.

Lux fired a large laser in the ranks of the void army for Garen and Jarvan to exploit, then she retreated to Ashe’s side. The Avarosan archers seemed to be getting tired from firing volleys nonstop, and their ammunition was running low. They have dispatched a messenger to run back through the Ironspike Mountains and into Freljord to send a convoy of supplies to the front lines. It should take the messenger half a day to to get to Freljord on horseback, and a whole day for the supply convoy to reach their current camp.

“How are you holding up?” Lux asked Ashe.

“We’re doing alright,” Ashe said as she wiped the sweat off her brow.
“How many more volleys could you do?”

“At this rate, maybe five or six more. We’re really low on arrows. We might have to resort in throwing rocks if this keeps up,” Ashe commented, ordering her archers to stand down. Ashe had 160 archers with her, and the other Avarosans were on the front lines. Ashe’s gaze suddenly became worried when she had passed upon a horrible sight on the battlefield. Thousands of dead soldiers littered the field, and only a handful of void corpses were visible. It was obvious that the front line was exhausted, and the Noxian army showed no intention of relieving the Demacians of the battle. They only fought to keep their walls safe. The battle worn soldiers still fought beside their champions in what seemed like a futile effort. Their shields were battered, their swords chipped, their armor broken.

Lux sighed, but when she looked out into the field, she saw that with just a final push, they could gain victory. Lux turned to Ashe, and she knew what the plan was. Ashe resumed firing volleys with her archers, and sent Nunu to the middle of the enemy ranks. Lux fired a laser to clear the way for him, then ran to the front lines. Annie followed Lux, and summoned her Tibbers to fight alongside the soldiers. Naturally, the two were quickly engaged in battle and were on the verge of defeat.

Lux held Annie in her arms like a mother protecting her child as Cho’Gath loomed over the two, about to feast. Garen ran to their aid only to be knocked away by Cho’Gath’s massive tail. He kept fighting, hitting Cho’s hard skin with his blade, but Cho ignored him. Garen summoned the might of Demacia onto Cho, and it inflicted enough damage to make Cho retreat. The exhausted champion dropped his sword and fell to his knees. He crawled to the shivering girls with what little strength he had. His arms scooped up dirt as he crawled, and it disoriented him as the blood from the cut on his eyebrow rendered one of his eyes useless. Lux and Annie saw that Cho was gone, and that Garen was making his way to them. They both ran to him and embraced him, taking comfort in his presence. Their tears flowed like a river from their eyes, and Garen sat up to be able to wrap his arms around the two. The tightness of the girls’ embrace let Garen know how scared they were, and that they didn’t want to let go in fear of being in danger again. It’s true, they face danger almost every day, but it was on the fields of justice. To learn that they could’ve died with no chance of being respawned scared the two to great length. Both were young and naive, so Garen couldn’t blame them.

Nunu’s ultimate cleared a lot of the void army, and they were forced to retreat. With thousands of corpses littering the battlefield, the survivors all embraced each other. It was like the end of the world for those soldiers who survived, and it was a reality for those who did not. Men and women who survived embraced, and they cared not for their previous relationships with each other. They survived, and they all celebrated. It wasn’t that they were not devastated by seeing their comrades die, but they were just so happy to find that they were not the only ones who survived. They cried tears of joy, but those tears also reflected the pain of losing so many in a single day.

Garen sat with Lux and Annie, comforting them from their traumatic experience. Jarvan walked through the sea of blood and dead bodies with Shyvana in his arms. Ashe supported Tryndamere in standing, and Jayce couldn’t help but realize how sheltered he was. This was what the Demacians and Freljordians have been experiencing all this time while he was in his lab and fighting Viktor. He thought the fights he had been a participant in Piltover and Zaun were horrible. They were, but this was on such a massive scale that it felt worse. However, Jayce knew that the immediate events that were to happen would be difficult. It was already about to play out, as Swain and Darius approached Jarvan and Shyvana. In Swain’s hand was a parchment.

“We want your rabble rousers out of our lands immediately. We will burn the dead bodies, and we will take back Katarina. Sign this, and these survivors will not be harmed,” Swain demanded.

Jarvan’s face contorted and he shook with anger, but Katarina appeared from behind Swain and put a hand on Jarvan’s shoulder, “He can’t get himself to say it. However, we are in a limited alliance until the threat is over.”

Jarvan scowled at Katarina, “And what were those demands?”

Katarina turned to Swain then back to Jarvan, “He’s deceiving you. If you read what the parchment said, you’ll find that what I have said was true.”

Jarvan sighed, then looked at Swain. He was obviously not happy. Jarvan looked to Swain, then to Darius, “We’ve lost so many. Where’s our guarantee that you will not attack my forces?”

Darius replied, “There is none.”

Jarvan grit his teeth, “Then how do you expect me to sign this ‘alliance’ treaty, huh? We aren’t in an ‘alliance’ if our ‘allies’ attack us.”

Talon made an appearance in the scene, and being the calm dude that he was, he made a comment. “We may be ruthless killers, but that doesn’t mean we do not know diplomacy.”

Draven made an appearance as well, and he pointed at Jarvan with both his fingers in a gun-like position, “Besides, you Demacian dudes get into battles like this so much. If we tag along with you guys, we get to kill many dudes too. Draven likes killing dudes.”

Feeling surrounded, which he was, Jarvan took a step back. Jayce stood beside him, then Jarvan nodded to Jayce. Jayce took the parchment from Swain and opened it for Jarvan to read, and when Jarvan finished perusing the document, he closed his eyes. He adjusted Shyvana in his arms so he could free his writing hand. Jayce handed him a pen and Jarvan signed the alliance treaty, until Jarvan saw the fine print. They wanted Katarina back right now. Jarvan knew the effect it would have on Garen, but he can’t just throw away the opportunity to have the Noxians bound by oath not to attack his devastated army.

It took many hours to recover the injured from the dead, and to dig graves for the fallen. The Avarosan archers consisted of mostly women, and the women of Freljord were trained in medical procedures as well as combat, so they acted as nurses to the injured as well. Tryndamere was in a critical condition with several lacerations and impalements from his side of the battle, and Garen had reopened his wound from his fight with Darius in the battle. Jarvan had a slight concussion and a foot injury, and Jayce suffered dehydration. Shyvana was also in critical condition, and the Avarosans were doing their best to stabilize the injured. In Noxus, Katarina received treatment for the wounds she suffered, but she couldn’t help but think what became of the Demacians she lived with for a while. As she was deep in thought, Darius knocked on her door.

“Busy?” Darius asked.

“No, not really,” Katarina replied.

Darius entered Katarina’s room and closed the door shut behind him, then leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. Katarina gave him a confused look, then Darius sighed.

“I was told to interrogate you, considering you lived with the enemy.”

“Weird. They wanted to do that to me too,” Katarina said.

“Yeah, well. What matters is that you’re back, and Swain wants you to make sure you don’t go back to their wretched city.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The two observed some silence, then Darius decided to step up and break the ice, “Wanna go get a drink?”

Katarina looked at Darius oddly, then rolled her eyes, “I don’t see why not,” she said then got up from the bed.

Back in the Demacian - Avarosan camp, Garen sat on a rock silently. He had just received the word about the alliance treaty and the conditions that Jarvan signed it under, and he mulled about it for a little. Ashe came to his tent and checked up on Garen, because after all that happened, he was still the lost poro that wandered to her gathering hall one bright night. She sat down beside Garen and kept quiet, not wanting to disturb the brooding hulk by her side. She took a cursory glance at Garen’s face, and noticed his brows were furrowed, his mouth a frown, and his eyes squinted. It was as if he was staring at some grotesque image that he couldn’t process it’s purpose.
Ashe grew worried, then gently lay her hand on Garen’s shoulder, like a feather landing on the water’s surface. Garen broke his trance then turned his head to look at Ashe. From the disgruntled look to a mask of pure confusion, Ashe could tell Garen was beginning to question the choices he made recently. Garen turned his gaze away from Ashe, and she promptly held his chin so he would look back at her.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” Ashe said, comforting as a mother and reassuring as a queen. She smiled softly at the confused man, “It’s okay, lost poro, it’s okay.”

Garen bowed his head, and Ashe put an arm around his shoulders. She had to be really close to him, otherwise she would have a hard time covering both his shoulders. He WAS a big man. Garen turned so he would be facing Ashe a little bit more, causing Ashe’s arm to be on his shoulder, and her palm on the back of his neck. She then felt a large and heavy arms wrap around her torso, and Garen’s face buried in her shoulder. Ashe embraced Garen and kissed his head, swaying to and fro in an attempt to comfort him.

To see the paragon of Demacia’s military strength seeking comfort in the arms of the Avarosan Queen was a sight no one had ever seen. Garen had no room to show emotional distress. He was the shining example of the best Demacian soldiers could be, and being sad was not part of it. All of the years he suppressed his feelings now came out in the form of tears and his controlled sobs, and Ashe felt motherly compassion. The way Garen entered a deeper, more intimate relationship with her and Tryndamere shed light on Ashe that this was a taste of what motherhood was like. To take care of a child, to teach them your ways of life, to cheer for their success and to carry them from defeat. And now, to be present in their time of need.

Ashe couldn’t give anything to Garen that would make him feel better, and her loving embrace was all she could spare. She thought quietly, then sang gently:

A song is enough
To change the world
And make it alright in the end
I'll sing it for you
To mend your lost soul
And make it alright in the end

She found the song most appropriate for the man in her arms, and she followed through with humming a gentle tune. Just things she thought would comfort Garen and make him know that there is still going to be a new day, a new beginning.

Garen’s thoughts raced. His love for Katarina, the loss of so many soldiers, the closely avoided death of his sister and Annie. Were these what the paragon of Demacia’s might should display? He was conflicted with the way he had devout feelings for Katarina, but he knew she was a Noxian. When she returned to Noxus, everyone was satisfied but him. His people will be happy, the Noxians would be happy, but not him. Was it so bad to love someone who belonged to the people you’ve been waging war with since the beginning of civilization? Garen fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of confusion until Ashe’s voice filled his ears. Her warmth enveloped him, and lifted him from the abyss. Her humming brought comfort to his heart, and he began to relax in Ashe’s arms. The last time he felt this way was when he was injured as a child, and his mother held him lovingly. Garen held Ashe tightly, as if he did not want to let her go. As if he was afraid to let her go. Ashe smiled, and rubbed Garen’s back gently. She made him lie down with her so he would be more comfortable instead of having to support his own weight, and she also felt that he was straining not to lean completely on her.

The pyrrhic victory, and the realization that Garen had deviated from his original image permeated Ashe’s thoughts. Maybe all he needed was love and food, just like a lost poro.


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Shadow Devorax

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05-11-2013

This whole story was extremely well done. Kept me nice and busy for a few hours. x) Looking forward to more!


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Drmalthael

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05-12-2013

Nice chapter man keep going!


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GonZ77

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05-12-2013

Glad to see you back, keep on with the good work


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SV Artixero

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06-12-2013

This chapter was actually released on fanfiction.net on 5/29/2013 and I forgot to post it up here. Sorry for that! But I bet you'll be glad to know that Chapter 18 is already halfway done (I've been trying to beat the wordcount on previous chapters for the new chapters... So far, I'm trying to beat 3999 words. xD)



Chapter 17


Ashe opened her eyes to the dim moonlight that flooded the tent. She fell asleep trying to comfort Garen with his recent losses, and she awoke alone. She sat up and stretched, then left the tent to investigate Garen's whereabouts. She passed by multiple tents with people being tended to their wounds inside, or just sleeping. She went to the great bonfire at the center of the camp to see people celebrating. They ate and they danced, they sang songs and they shouted. After all that happened, it was a victory. Ashe knew that her fallen people would appreciate if the living would continue to enjoy their lives, but remember the sacrifices done. As she scanned the surrounding area, she found Lux and Annie singing along some of the Avarosans in a familiar rhyme. At another spot around the bonfire, she saw Jarvan standing up as he observed the celebration. However, there were no signs of Garen or Tryndamere.

Ashe made her way over to Jarvan, the latter giving her a greeting with royalty. She returned the greeting, then asked, "Have you seen my husband?"

Jarvan looked around, as if trying to look for him, then pointed a certain direction, "I saw him walk that way a few minutes ago," he said.

"Thank you," Ashe said, then bowed and went to the direction Jarvan pointed.

She walked with the moonlight illuminating her path, then she heard muffled noises of clanking. It was like equipment being moved. She went to the source and found several men suiting up in their wargear. She could identify many of the men to be Demacian, but what surprised her is that there were many from the barbarian tribes that was under Tryndamere's control. She scowled, then approached the group of men. When they saw her, they all froze as if they saw a ghost, and Ashe raised an eyebrow.

"Tryn?" she called out.

Of course, Tryndamere knew who's voice it was that called his name, and playing dumb would only result in tragedy. He turned around, already geared up, "Yes, my queen?"

"What's going on? Why are these men preparing for war?" Ashe questioned.

"Well, my good friend asked me to go with him to battle. I can't resist," Tryndamere pointed to a big man speaking to a woman.

The man looked very familiar, and it struck Ashe with nostalgia when she realized what she was looking at. The lighting from the bright moon was exactly the same that night. His outfit was the same that night. Rugged Garen.

"...and you're sure about this?" Garen said in a soft voice to the woman he was talking to.

Ashe observed the woman, and found her to be contrasting to Garen's bulky figure. She was slender, quite tall, and had a bird perched on her arm.

"Val can't be mistaken," the woman said.

"Alright, thank you, Quinn. Report to Jarvan when you can," Garen dismissed the woman. She left immediately.

Garen turned around to see Ashe with her arms crossed, an obvious frown on her face. He took a step backwards, but Ashe chased him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ashe demanded.

"Our scout reported that there was a void outpost nearby Zaun, just at the base of the Ironspike Mountains."

"And you plan on attacking it without letting the others know?"

"It is best if they did not know. They've already seen too much loss," Garen said, suddenly taking a serious tone.

"What about these men with you? Have they not had their fair share of loss and death? What if they die too?" Ashe replied with a serious tone of her own.

"They are willing to sacrifice themselves if it eliminates a threat to Demacia or Freljord."

"Ashe, I know this sounds crazy but this is our chance to show the enemy that we are not a force to be meddled with," Tryndamere said.

"And what? Let them terrorize other people because they can't mess with us anymore?"

"Our scout says that this outpost contains an artifact that is the source of all the void portals appearing all over the world. If we secure it, we can have an advantage," Garen interjected.

Ashe furrowed her brows and balled her hands into fists, then sighed. She kissed the tip of her fingers and put it on Garen's forehead, then gave Tryndamere a kiss on the cheek, "There's no stopping you now," she said, then smiled softly at the two.

Garen and Tryndamere led their band of 50 men Northeast, to the base of the Ironspike mountains. Ashe stood at the edge of the camp, watching the two men that shared her heart. She held her arms, as if keeping their warmth close to her. With their backs turned and their figure growing smaller as they got farther, Ashe felt a sense of loneliness. It was like when children cry when their parents leave, but she continued to watch until they disappeared in the distance, and Ashe turned back to the camp.

Upon returning, she found that the celebration was still happening, and it was lively. She noticed a few Noxian soldiers mingling with the others. Apparently these few snuck out of Noxus to join the festivities, for they had no inherent hate for the Freljordians, but have a small distates for the Demacians. Ashe sat down on a log by the bonfire and rested her chin on her hand. She stared into the fire and thought about how Tryndamere and Garen would be. In the meantime, she smiled for her people.

The next day was spent burying the dead, and the sun rose and set many times before the joint army disbanded and returned to their homes. The Demacians are now sending multiple search parties for Garen, and Ashe told her people to rest easy while Tryndamere was away. Noxus felt relaxed now that their borders were free from the foreign armies. Jayce decided to stick with the Demacians for a while longer, and he kept Lux and Annie company in Garen's absence.

The heat of the glaring sun made the walk back to Demacia difficult. Jarvan led the remaining Demacians on horseback, and once the guards saw the Demacian contingent, they opened the gates. Demacian citizens gathered in the streets to greet the returning soldiers, and some are presented a harsh truth after seeing that their loved ones did not return. Jarvan returned to the palace with Shyvana, and Jayce escorted Lux and Annie into the Crownguard home. Lux was rather worried for her brother, since he disappeared without saying goodbye to her. The last she saw of him was when he was being patched up. However, she resumed her duties in the Academy a few days later. She got Annie a badge which she could use to access Demacian facilities.

As Lux gave Annie a kiss on the forehead before leaving the house, Jayce sighed as Annie would stand at the door until Lux disappeared around the corner then go watch some television.

"She's like a single mother," Jayce commented. He wasn't really talking to anyone but himself.

Jayce stayed at the Crownguard residence to watch Annie until Lux got back. Sometimes, Annie would help Jayce as he tinkered around with his hammer. He noticed that Demacia was in perfect condition, and the robots and Heimerdinger had already left for Piltover. Jayce would sometimes call Caitlyn and let her know how things were in Demacia, but she would always ask when he will come back. Jayce would say that she should count this as his vacation.

One night, Lux came home with a bag of food she got from a restaurant, and they would all eat at the table as if Jayce was Demacian, and not from Piltover. Jarvan even gave him a complimentary suit of armor from the Dauntless Vanguard, just in case Jayce had any intention of serving in the Demacian Armed Forces while he was here. Of course, they wouldn't force it upon him since he was not a Demacian citizen. As they ate dinner, they would crack jokes or just talk about their days. Jayce felt the feeling of family with the two girls, and he started to have the notion of wanting a family of his own. Everything was fine, but when the city slumbers, Jayce could sense Lux awake, just looking off into the distance as she awaited her brother's return.

Meanwhile, in Noxus, Darius and Katarina were sitting at a bar, taking shots and talking to each other. In the background, Talon was playing darts with Draven. When they were done with a round, Draven went to his brother and nudged him with his elbow.

"Hey, bro, did you hear?" Draven asked.

"What?" Darius replied.

"They say that Garen's missing."

"Good. We don't need him in this world," Darius said before downing a shot.

"You're not about to go out there and look for him, are you?" Talon asked Katarina.

Katarina remained silent, thinking about Garen's current condition until she noticed that all eyes were on her. She scoffed and took a shot, "Of course not. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

Darius and Draven laughed, then proceeded to wrestle each other as to who would get to play darts next, and Talon sat beside Katarina. All in all, everything was back to normal, or so it would seem.

On a cloudy afternoon, Jarvan received a letter with the seal of Freljord. He opened the letter and began to read it, but the contents shocked him to the point where his grip ripped the parchment. He grew furious and ripped the letter apart, then threw them on the ground. Shyvana inquired what seemed to be the problem, but Jarvan gave no reply. He just stormed out of the palace. Shyvana picked up a piece of the paper and read what was on it.

"...were found dead," Shyvana recited. That was all on the piece of paper. Shyvana worried that Garen might have been the subject of that sentence.

A few days passed and Jarvan arrived with Ashe at the site where they found Garen and Tryndamere's band of 50 dead. They were grotesquely mangled, their blood splattered across the ground. There were very distinct symbols drawn with the fallen people's blood, and there was only one explanation for them. Void. Jarvan took a few moments to comprehend how this could have happened, and it was Ashe's scream that broke his trance. He ran to her and saw why she screamed. On a tree was Tryndamere's body pinned with his sword, and a blood trail nearby. The trail seemed to have stopped at certain parts, but it stretched to about 10 meters from Tryndamere's spot, and there lay Garen propped up against a rock.

Jarvan sighed then closed his eyes as he knelt beside Garen's body. He checked for a pulse, but found none. Jarvan carried Garen with all his strength and laid him down on the clearing where they lined up all the dead bodies. Ashe tried to hold back her tears, and her shoulders trembled as she looked at the dead bodies of the two men she held dear, as if expecting them to rise and pretend it was all a prank. Jarvan's face showed his sadness and his anguish. His eyes trained at the pale and lifeless body of his childhood friend and closest comrade. Quinn stood towards the back with Valor perched on her arm, and though they were not very close with Garen, they still felt sadness for the death of one of their own. Jarvan stood up and assisted Ashe in holding her own weight. He then wrapped his arms around her. Even though both were royalty, they were still people, and they were still subject to emotion.

The Avarosan people gathered with the Demacians as they watched the two League Champions, Garen and Tryndamere, be placed into stasis to preserve their bodies. This acted as their funeral, and each champion returned to their homeland. Ashe would stay up late just sitting by Tryndamere, and Lux would do the same for Garen. They spoke to no one, and spent most of their time just being around their beloved dead. The two would shed tears, and mourn for days. In Freljord, Ashe's mourning put a detriment to her power as queen, so Anivia acted as a regent while Ashe was mourning. In Demacia, Lux would hug her knees and cry into her lap. Jayce and Annie would comfort her, and Jayce now took care of Annie.

Jarvan took Shyvana as he stormed the Institute of War and demanded everyone's attention. He pointed out that Void monsters have been going rampant around Valoran, and Void champions were present in their ranks. He also pointed out that two League Champions have died, and there was still no intervention from the Institute of War. Kayle tried to calm the furious prince, but Jarvan would take none of it.

"I am sick of your delay! If you could intervene between Demacia and Noxus, surely you could intervene against a threat that is destroying without preference, am I right?" Jarvan said.

"Yes, but being mad and screaming at us about it is not getting you anywhere," Kayle replied.

Jarvan suddenly grabbed the collar of Kayle's armor and shook her once, "My lifelong friend and most trusted ally died trying to stop this menace and you're telling me I shouldn't be mad?!"

Kayle sighed, then lay a hand on Jarvan's wrist, "It's not that we don't want to intervene. It's that we cannot intervene. Our researchers gathered a strange artifact, and it is blocking anything magical from entering or exiting the Institute. Have you noticed there hasn't been a battle at the Fields of Justice for a while now?"

Jarvan released Kayle, "Where is this artifact?" he asked.

"It's at the center," Kayle said, showing Jarvan the way, "We can't touch it for some reason. It turns ephemeral once anything gets near it.

Jarvan walked up to a small podium where the artifact was located, and it was levitating in a ray of light. He noticed that the artifact looked like a part of Valoran, and it was broken in a fashion where it required two more pieces to be complete. Jarvan had the artifact that Garen kept with him and he held it up to the artifact on the podium. As if drawn with magnetic force, the artifact flew out of Jarvan's hand and began levitating where it fits the broken circle. Suddenly, the ground shook and dust fell from the ceiling. Jarvan, Shyvana and Kayle walked outside and saw hordes of Void monsters, much like what the Demacians and Freljordians fought at Noxus. They were storming in the direction of Freljord.

"You must hurry. Gather every man you can spare and chase after those vile creatures," Kayle advised.

Jarvan promptly left and returned to Demacia with Shyvana. Upon their arrival, they called out what was left of the Dauntless Vanguard, as well as a majority of the Elite Guard. They all were ready to fight within half an hour, and they all made haste to leave for Freljord. Jarvan had requested Jayce to join the battle as an honorary member of the Dauntless Vanguard, and Lux was in charge of the defenses in Demacia.

Xin Zhao and the Honor Guard made the Palace secure in the absence of the Demacian army, and the Academy acted as the guardsmen of the city-state. Jarvan has executed total war against the void, and has promptly moved all the manpower he could spare.

Up in the North, at the Avarosan defense line, Ashe led her people against the rampaging void army. They had come from the south, and it was evident that these were newly spawned creatures, as a majority of them were never seen before. Ashe flipped her hair and fired the first arrow, which signified the start of the icy rain of arrows onto the invaders. Luckily, the Winter's Claw agreed to help the Avarosans. If they did not fight off this menace, then what would remain of their homeland? The past mattered not in this current problem, and Sejuani led her forces alongside Olaf and Volibear as they charged head on into the creatures of the void. The ferocious, battle-hardened warriors proved a surprise to the void, but they soon learned to adapt, and began to fight on equal terms.

"Ashe!" Sejuani called out from outside the barricade.

"What is it?" Ashe replied, leaning over the wall to see Sejuani.

"Where are your foreign friends?" Sejuani asked, almost in a sarcastic tone.

Ashe was silent for a bit as she ordered another volley into the enemy ranks, "Let us rely on our own strength," she said.

Sejuani rode off with her boar after those words. It was their key to go wild, show these invaders what true strength was. The power of the Iceborn flew through the Winter's Claw as they ripped and chopped apart their enemies with fervor, but they were too fired up to notice they have been receiving heavy losses in their numbers. They were few in numbers, but they were strong. Their Avarosan counterparts are not as strong in fighting. The battle waged on for a few hours before the Freljordians had to retreat, and their first line of defense was broken.

Meanwhile, in Ionia, Irelia led many of her people against the invading void presence. Irelia had asked Karma for the full support of the island, and many have already fallen. Soraka's healing abilities saved as much as she could, and Lee Sin protected those in need while driving back the enemy. Irelia was in the frontlines, and Varus picked off enemy by enemy with his arrows, occasionally sending a more powerful arrow through multiple people. Udyr attacked with the strength of nature, and Karma assisted in defense. The blood of their people soaked the ground, and each comrade who fell inspired the Ionians to fight back with more zeal. The Kinkou order was there to fight as well. Shen ensured that the enemies focused on himself instead of the weaker countrymen of his. Akali used her shroud to stealthily attack key targets in the void army, and Kennen unleashed heavy lightning storms on the enemy. Zed and his shadows acted independently, fighting away from the main Ionian force and killing for himself. Syndra also fought independently, seeing the void invasion to be an opportunity to use her abilities at her current maximum potential, so she may improve and be stronger.

There were some who fought that were aspiring champions, but have either been deferred by the League or have been rejected. One was Tachi, the Sword of Spirits. He was a veteran of the Noxian invasion, and he had been called upon once more to aid in the defense of Ionia. He fought alongside Irelia, slaying monster after monster. His blades were coated in the blood of his foes, and his feet submerged in the blood of his comrades. It was a bloody battle, almost as chaotic as the Noxian invasion with everyone around him dying, and the screams of death or the yells of encouragements filled his ears. His only shining light was the spirits that flew around him, as well as Irelia's voice as she called out orders throughout the battle. As in Freljord, the battle lasted several hours before the Ionians had to retreat.

In Noxus, Darius and Talon were in the thick of the battle, and Katarina deftly maneuvered around the battlefield to eliminate enemies. Swain was morphed and was stealing the life essences of the creatures with his flock of birds. Draven threw his bouncing axes with joy from the backline, and it seemed that the Noxians had help from Zaunite mercenaries, just like the invasion of Ionia. Singed and Warwick lay waste to the void ranks with their unorthodox way of fighting. So far, Noxus had been the most successful in warding off the void rampage from trampling on their city.

However, in Demacia, Xin Zhao and the Honor Guard fought desperately to keep the Void creatures from breaching the walls. Lux and the Academy magicians enchanted Demacia with a magic barrier to help Xin Zhao, but without the bulk of Demacia's Army, they were fighting an uphill battle. Many volatile, self-destructing creatures were hurled at Demacia's barriers, and the resilient magicians reinforced the barrier more than they thought was necessary. The Honor Guard formed a phalanx and held the line against the overwhelming monsters.

Demacia had the worst results out of all the city-states. They had to call everyone into the keep, and placed all the women and children in the underground caverns that served as the last safe haven on Demacia. Jarvan III had ordered all able bodied men to take up arms and help in the defense. The Academy's magicians were relocated to the caverns for remote defense and magic barriers around the cavern system. Vayne and Sona stayed with the people in the caverns, Poppy led a whole regiment of the militia in fighting on ground level.

As Xin Zhao thrusted his spear into an enemy, he found that someone was fighting off the void. The figure was did not look Demacian, and resembled the dark sky at night. His sword was as dark as obsidian, and the white fur that covered one his pauldrons gave off the aura of a high rank. His observations were cut short when the sudden roar of a void creature made his eardrums ring. His heartbeat echoed throughout his body, and everything moved in slow motion as he dodged the enemy's claw. He responded with a deft stab, and the Honor Guard moved up to reclaim lost ground. Xin stood back to look at what had happened to Demacia. Many of it's buildings were in ruins, like the bombing not too long ago. The ruins were degrading as some acidic liquid was splattered onto them, and the corpses by their feet made walking difficult. As Xin looked at the sky, he felt droplets of rain hit his face, and soon a downpour followed. The raindrops clanked as they collided with his metal pauldrons, and his feet became submerged in the mixed substances of rain and blood.

As a bright flash came from the sky, Xin looked up. To his surprise, it was not lightning. Rather, an extremely large sword came falling and destroyed the infrastructure in the area it landed. It may have caused damage to the city, but it also prevented the void onslaught from marching straight into the keep. Xin knew that there was only one person capable of doing such a reckless maneuver, but that man was supposedly dead. As the smoke from pulverized buildings faded out, Xin saw the hulking black armor and the pale white skin of Garen. His footsteps voided life around him while his presence was close, and the feeling of death enveloped his body. Garen took a cursory glance at his handiwork, then turned his frosty gaze to Xin. The Honor Guard captain stood in awe, however he quickly made the Honor Guard retreat and ensure security. As Xin approached Garen, a sudden pool of dark energy appeared on the ground and arose Morgana from behind Garen.

"Splendid work, my dreadknight," Morgana said, before wrapping her arms around Garen. The latter kept a straight gaze, "Now, let's get you more things to kill, hm?" Morgana spread her wings and flew into the clouds, Garen in tow.

Xin did not quite comprehend what had just happened in front of him, but he knew that Demacia was safe... for now.