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This Fan Fiction is based off of the world known platform game known as League of Legends. The League of Legends is known for its incredible noble goal of achieving peace throughout the land by allowing conflict to be settled inside of its walls on the Fields of Justice, creating a lack of need for war and death. But how far can this goal extend, and how does it plan to contain those not willing to oblige. The Chapters that have the same letter occurs simultaneously with other chapters with the same letter in the heading. Example: Chapter 1: The Warrior 1A, and then Chapter 2: The Ninja 2A, these two chapters occurs at the same timeframe, meaning the events in both happen at the same time.
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Exile
Garen & Katarina – Prologue
Cold steel clashed against brave armor as a battle to the death was endured. Garen, the Might of Demacia, the champion of the land, a large man of a strong muscular stature with short brown hair and sturdy face, clad from neck to toe in a shining steel armor and wielding a long heavy and strong sword meant for two hands grip in just his right hand. This man was in a deep combat with a woman named Katarina from Demacia’s rivaling nation, Noxus, who was equipped in quite the opposite manner: she wore tight leather, only covering her breasts and hips, allowing men to easily lay eyes on her while it allows her full mobility and fighting with long daggers, one in each hand, with a beautiful array of smaller knifes and projectiles lining her hips and sides, with her long soft red hair dancing all around her, as she slid rom corner to corner of the room dodging the brutal thrusts, swings and attempting to pierce the man’s armor with her weapons. These two mighty warriors were both members of an organized fighting arena called the League of Legends, where only the strongest of fighters throughout the world of Runeterra pit to settle their disagreements. Inside this league the fighters are known as champions, as they are the champions of the different countries and parts of the world, while the members of the Institute of War, who brings the champions to the arena, are known as summoners. Summoners do exactly what people think by their name, they summon the champions from the Institute of War to the Fields of Justice. When champions arrive on the Fields of Justice, they form two teams to support one another in their cause, yet they are in no real danger. Any form of damage, including gunshots and sword strikes, even dismemberments are immediately healed back, and death is only endured for not even more than a few moments to just a few minutes before it is revered by the Institute of War. The concept behind the allowance of the strongest of champions to fight for their country is so that the weaker and regular warriors and soldiers around the world do not have to. It may be quite the pleasurable alternative to the mass slaughtering of countrymen, not only for the people in the world, but also for the Institute of War. While these battles are create mostly to determine who is the strongest of the members of the League, it may not settle disputes and other troubles between nations. The League has yet to succeed in removing war and terror across the land all together, its increasing popularity has definitely started to a dramatic impact on the world.
Yet the League, the Institute of War and the Fields of Justice have one main flaw, and it is shown very easily, as it is exemplified with the fighting inside of the room where two mighty champions were locked in the fury if battle outside of the Fields of Justice. The members of the League were growing more and more anxious for their next fight, as they wanted to prove themselves the best there was, and some to the point of picking battles even when not summoned, just to get back the feeling of power and strength for a while. And through this battle between these two champions, a story unfolded…
Garen, the Champion from Demacia clad in his shining armor, lifted his sword up high over his head, using both hands for a change, and swung it straight down upon Katarina. Yet without much difficulty she quickly rolled out of the way of the falling blade, which created the slight feeling of a shockwave. She quickly pulled out several spare blades of her own as she gained her posture. As Garen’s blade clanged against the ground, breaking the tiles in the floor, she threw the blades as well aimed to his skull as possible, only to see him simply lower his shoulder towards her in a forward shoulder thrust stance and deflect the incoming projectiles on his shoulder pad. Her daggers flew in all directions and landed here and there in the room.
“Still hiding under that armor Garen?” Katarina mocked as her hair gracefully fell down her sides framing her face.
“Still hoping to distract your opponents through flaunting your cleavage?” Garen quickly retorted without flinching once, he simply smirked.
“I’m just not still hiding myself in the armor given by my over protective mother.” Garen grinned as he prepared himself for the next attack. The two of them were like this all of the time, even on the Fields of Justice. They had the most peculiar rivalry of all of the champions in the League. They seemed to hate each other more than anything in the world as well as love each other; taking every chance available to battle one another with the incredible pride held in their homeland. After all she was the first to ever battle Garen on equal terms outside of the League. However, Garen has been seen throughout the Fields of Justice to protect her on several occasions, blocking potentially lethal blows thrown her way by his own allies in the heat of battle, which of course angers some champions. They truly have a deep connection or relationship not understood by anyone else but themselves. They continued to fight inside the room; blade and knife clashing and sparking while echoing throughout the halls. They were standing in a large square room inside the Institue of War, the League’s main Headquarters and housing for all of its champions and summoners, with long hallways protruding from each of the walls and the floor mainly cleared in front of them. There were decorations in the room, being a long forgotten and abandoned section of the Institute, making it a perfect spot for their battle. Fighting within the Institute was of course strictly prohibited, with the punishment of beyond imagination, in an attempt to promote peaceful actions and environment outside of the Fields of Justice. The mighty room was a pale blue color – as it had faded over time and was made out of some sort of marble like material – making the walls and the floor fairly slick which allowed for plenty of sliding and maneuvering.
Garen quickly thrust his sword forward in a powerful stabbing motion at Katarina, just to watch her leap into the air and disappear, while quickly she appeared above his head, landing on his shoulder pads, while aiming to thrust a dagger into his throat. It was rather easy for him to dodge it, as he lifted his heavy shoulder pad to simply see her lose balance as he grabbed her hand with the dagger, throwing her over his shoulder and into the ground several meters away.
“I know all your tricks… you really think that fast motions can outmatch me” He said to Katarina with a little wink from his eyes.
Immediately as Katarina got up he quickly moved forward, you could hear his armor clinging against the ground, while he quickly thrust his sword forward once more in a stabbing manner. Yet again he watched her as she slide to the side as graceful as she was, while immediately took the opportunity to throw a dagger parallel to his sword towards him. He quickly lifted his left arm to deflect the blade while withdrawing his sword, from its current position, to his side. He slowly lifted his sword to his side; holding it perpendicular to his body. He then began to spin around violently, slicking his feet along the ground in a talented waltzing formation, while approaching Katarina as he span. It seemed both like a powerful attack and an impenetrable defense. The woman reacted with haste, as she quickly by hitting the ground and rolling to the side, avoided his onslaught of whirling blade. When Garen noticed her quick avoidance, he without a single thought, stopped his rotation and locked on to her, not swaying an inch as he stopped his motion.
“I’ll never understand how that’s possible” She thought out loud. Garen lowered his sword and grinned.
“Watch my feet dear” He responded. He then mimicked the motion, without the sword raised, as Katarina watched carefully. Her eyes widened as she realized the pattern his feet took that allowed him to rotate while moving in one controlled direction. She then raised her blades, one in each hand pointing in opposite directions, and began to imitate the dance. Garen was standing there, breathing slowly as he watched her. She made it a few steps, rotating with incredible precision to what Garen had showed her, but she then suddenly lost her balance after a few feet and had to stop. Garen broke into a loud laugh at this and re-readied his sword.
“And the dizziness?...” She asked, referring to the feeling of her world swaying slightly, that she had generated from the rotating at such a ridiculous pace.
“Patience…” He replied to her softly. She looked incredibly annoyed at his response and quickly threw two daggers towards his neck. He swiftly deflected them by simply bending his head backwards slightly letting his armor rise slightly to just only deflect the incoming blades, as Katarina slid across the room towards him. As Garen raised his sword above his head aimed to strike her, she lunged past him, digging her knifes into the side of his armor and yanking him to the ground with the force of her momentum and gravity pulling on her body. She quickly rolled backwards and turned to look at Garen lying on the ground, as he was quite disoriented from the fall in his heavy armor. The sound of the fall and armor striking the ground was still ringing in his ears while his body felt a slight pain in the side. A menacing smile eroded over her face as she realized that she had just created a wonderful opportunity to launch an attack for some very serious and dangerous damage. She slowly pulled a dagger from her belt and threw it with utmost precision at his exposed head. She aimed to kill him, even in the world where the no one could revive them. Yet before the blade could reach its mark, the blade suddenly stopped in mid-air as if it had lost motion and gravitational pull. She was too busy basking in her victory that she did not notice the sudden stop of movement within the room in the instant that it happened.
Garen was lying on the ground in a heap of broken tiles and wood and he heard Katarina laughing to herself. He was expecting a dagger to be launched his way momentarily and without hesitation he immediately swung his sword in an arch through the air to intersect in mid swing where he expected the blade to be, and at the same time he used the momentum of his own sword to stand up quickly. To his surprise, he hid not hear a resonation of deflected metal bouncing off of his sword and onto the ground, but instead, the sound of cutting flesh. He collected himself and stood up from his kneeled position in the pile to clearly see what had happened. Garen saw a man standing with his back to him a few feet away, dressed in mostly purple ropes with a hood pulled over the back of his head. He wore a cape split into strands, with blades attached to the neck while the other lay on the ground, slit in half by Garen’s blade. Across his back, just under the point where his cape was split in two, Garen saw a two foot gash, at least two inches in depth.
Katarina looked up as she could not hear her dagger make contact. She saw a man whom she knew very well standing in front of her holding her dagger in his right hand that was lightly cutting into the flesh of his fingers and palm with the tip just inches from his chest. Katarina’s eyes widened as she realized that someone had found out her and Garen’s little midnight clashes that happened almost every evening.
“Talon…” She said in a voice barely above whispering, as she was slightly afraid and felt a slight shiver across her body. The man in purple grinned at her, eyes covered by the hood he wore.
“I thought I told you to stop fighting before the League exiles you” He replied in a steady and calm voice.
“I didn’t mean to break any rules!!!” She replied, raising her voice as it was slightly trembling.
“Go back to your quarters… we will talk about this later” Talon quickly retaliated with a firm and strong voice.
“I… well…” She croaked, too ashamed to even look at his face. She turned around and began to slowly walk back to her living quarters inside of the Institute. Her body swaying, letting her hips and her woman body tease the two men in the room. But before she could calm herself, she heard a body hit the ground heavily. She quickly turned on her heel to find Talon face down on the floor, a deep gash oozing blood all over the floor, and a mighty Demacian knight clambering to his feet immediately behind him. Her eyes widened once again as she collected what had just happened. She ran back into the room screaming out his name.
“TALON! TALON! LISTEN TO ME! TALON!” she shouted at the man, praying that he was still conscious enough to hear her pleas. She crouched next to him, rolled him over to take his head in her harms, and slowly lifted his hood off, and looked into his face.
“I love you…” He stated as he drifted off into unconsciousness. Garen had taken a kneeling position to the fallen man’s other side and placed his hand underneath Katarina’s chin. The mighty knight lifted her face level with his and peered into her over stimulated watering eyes.
“If anyone asks you, you have no idea what happened. You do not know where Talon or I am, and you spent this night in your room as you should have. Do I make myself excruciatingly clear?” He said in an almost growling tone, as he would use while giving an urgent command to his soldiers back in Demacia. She looked at him, flustered, upset, and confused. However, she nodded and ran back down the hallway she had begun to flee down moments ago; her deep red hair flowed behind her as she sprinted. The light of the torches reflected off of her occasional tear drop falling to the ground, resembling a crystal in the sunlight. Garen bowed his head and spoke softly to the unconscious man while wrapping the grave wounded man with his shirt in attempt to stop the bleeding.
“I promise you… I’ll keep you safe Talon… you will live through this. Be strong, and trust the ones whose care I place you in…” She then slung the limp body over his heavy shoulder and took off down the hall, with great haste. He had one final note to leave behind, his equipment he needed to leave behind as well, to be sure that no one knew his leave was conscious, and then to leave this place as fast as possible ensuring Talon’s, Katarina’s, The League’s, Demacia’s, and his own safety.
, mid lb , top zed/yasuo, cait adc, karma support 
