Heart and Soul
The breeze was calm and the Sinister Blade was enjoying every bit of it. Katarina walked through the forest while playing one of her blades in her grasp, twirling it with little effort on her part.
"It sure is quiet today." Darius, the Hand of Noxus, muttered, yawning loudly.
"No one's really planning on summoning us for any matches today." The redhead commented.
"Huh? How would you know that?"
"Obviously, you didn't listen to the announcements earlier."
Darius grumbled but nonetheless, Katarina told him the reason. "There's some sort of competition going on between Ionia and Freljord, remember?"
The male Noxian huffed before focusing his attention to the path ahead of him. "Whatever."
"Although," Katarina started. "I agree with you on one thing."
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"It's oddly quiet, isn't it?"
"Oh, that."
Katarina nodded. "Despite the Demacia training area being ahead of us."
Looking forward, the pair had a perfect view of the training area of Demacian champions. The area usually emitted noises of swords clashing, battle cries sounding and the occasional high-note bell sound of the spells being casted.
Today was different though. It was quiet.
"From what I saw earlier, Jarvan IV and the other Demacians were seen heading to the Fields of Justice." Darius recalled. "Probably to watch the match between Ionia and Freljord."
"Hmm, probably." Katarina agreed with a shrug.
BANG!
The two instantly froze on their spots, forms stiffening and nerves tensing due to the sudden gunshot. Birds came flying away from the Demacia training area, some spiraling in panic.
"Probably the Piltover Sheriff doing target practice."
When Darius was about to proceed to another path, Katarina abruptly ran down the dirt pathway leading to the training area ahead of them.
"Katarina!" Darius called out, but the red head continued down the said path without even a glance over her shoulder.
It didn't take even a second before Darius was hot in the Sinister Blade's trail, his heavy armor clinking and clanking with every step he took.
"Katarina!" He yelled. "It was probably just Caitlyn! You know, the Piltover Sheriff slash sniper? She must have been just target practicing or something!"
Darius' reasoning fell upon deaf ears as his comrade ignored it without an inch of hesitance. Due to their quick pace, they arrived at the training area within half a minute.
Katarina drew both of her blades before she entered the area, her whole body falling into a cautious stance. Darius copied her and pulled his axe from his back, ready to strike whoever attempts to harm him or his friend.
When they entered the training area, it was deserted. Only the training dummies, the targets and a few swords can be found. No one was there. . .
Except for a man who now kneeled onto the dirt, blood dripping and pouring out of his body. In an ordinary person's line of sight, it would look like a mere stranger was vomiting blood.
But the man was no mere stranger to the female Noxian. She knew him quite well.
The man was Garen, the Might of Demacia.
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League of Legends: Stories
FanfictionA series of stories and one-shots involving the champions in the League of Legends. (Mainly wlw/Yuri) Suggestions or requests are considered but not always accepted.
