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Read Demacia from the story Nationen von League of Legends by Yolvul with 88 reads. Nichtsdestotrotz bleibt Demacia eine der dominierenden Mächte in Valoran und rühmt sich der elitärsten und am besten ausgebildeten Armee in Runeterra. Als Spross des Hauses Laurent im Königreich Demacia übernahm Fiora nach einem Skandal, der sie beinahe zerstört hatte, die Kontrolle über ihre Familie.

He would protect the wounded while ensuring the retreating band of Noxians did not escape without a fight. Besides, he reasoned, a secondary force of Demacian soldiers could not possibly arrive in time to face the Noxians.

Jarvan split his troops, ordering some to remain and care for the injured civilians, while he led the remaining soldiers onward.

They ambushed the Noxians during the night, but the Noxian retreat was a trap, in the chaos of battle, Jarvan was separated from his guards.

He fought fiercely and slew many enemies, but was ultimately overwhelmed. As Jarvan was dragged further from Demacia during his weeks of captivity, he was ashamed that the rashness of his decision to pursue the Noxians had led to needless Demacian deaths.

Crushed by the loss, he came to believe he no longer deserved to live in Demacia, let alone inherit its throne. Garen was furious at himself for failing to be there when Jarvan needed him most.

Though the Demacian warriors could not reach Jarvan, he used the distraction to fight his captors and escape. The supposed death of the prince affected all of Demacia, the king Jarvan III was in grieve and Garen blamed himself for what happened, using all of hos funds to aid the family of the fallen soldiers.

He was recognized by the king himself for this demonstration of the demacians ideals. High Silvermere, a city in the rocky highlands of Demacia's north-west.

The Grand Plaza of Demacia City, where its rulers are appointed to roars of acclaim from the people. The Temple of the Lightbringers.

The Hall of Valor, where fallen Demacian Warriors are remembered for their sacrifice. The Kingdom of Demacia commonly referred to as Demacia is a nation located in the Western part of Valoran , sharing its borders with Freljord and is close to bordering with Noxus.

The currently well known locations encompassing Demacia are:. The largest city in the Kingdom. The capital, located in the western part of Demacia, is the main political, cultural, religious, military, economic and educational center of the country.

Demacia sees itself as a shining beacon of hope for humanity, and as such, the nation and its Capital are the visual representations of this concept.

Towering spires punctuate its skyline; Petricite a pale, magic-resistant stone and marble are the materials of choice. The city also has a barracks and a penitentiary, like most cities throughout the kingdom.

The Capital itself sits next to a natural port overlooking the Conqueror's Sea , with the majority of the surrounding towns resting on a plateau.

The closest of four nearby, clustered towns to Demacia City, located in the north-east part of Demacia on the banks of the Serpentrion River.

Located in the far north of Demacia, bordering with the Freljord. The town is named after the Demacian hero Fossian Crownguard, whose tomb is near the town itself.

It was the site of a horrific incident between the Dauntless Vanguard and an unknown nightmarish shade that threatened the town.

The town occupies the banks of the Serpentrion, a thundering river that rose in the mountains and snaked to the western coast.

The tower of a Lightbringer temple is located in the eastern part of town. The current Magistrate of Fossbarrow is Lady Giselle.

High Silvermere is a large city in the rocky highlands of northern Demacia. It is known as the City of Raptors, due to its large native population of silverwing raptors.

Galio stands on the Memorial Road leading up the High Silvermere. A settlement located to the east of Demacia city.

The killer escaped battalions of knights dispatched to capture him, but Quinn and Valor tracked and killed the assassin after a night of lethal traps, counterattacks and ambushes.

The third of four clustered villages, and the third stop on the way from Demacia City to High Silvermere. Isolated from most Demacian settlements by the Argent Mountains, this town was the first refuge of the famous actress Magga after her previous companions' murders.

The second of four clustered villages, and the second stop on the way from Demacia City to High Silvermere.

A remote mountain hamlet in the northeastern hinterlands of Demacia, Uwendale was the birthplace of Quinn and her brother Caleb.

It is a thriving town of hunters and farmers, protected by mountain rangers expert in intercepting and killing any monsters that come down from the high peaks to hunt.

The nearby towns harbor wyverns, rabid wolves, and bandits, though these foes were once thwarted by an unknown hero. Castle Wrenwall was built in the Argent Mountains as a safe haven for refugees during the cataclysmic upheaval of the Rune Wars.

The land and coastal territories have an assortment of astounding creatures, like the massive Tuskvore.

There are also more mundane animals like bats, ravens, seagulls, and wolves. Crag Beasts are often sighted in the countryside where they frequently attack Demacian settlements.

They're adorn large tusks and sharp fangs. Their outer shell is protected by a thick layer of rocky-like skin which protects them from swords, spears and other weapons.

The only place where their skin isn't as thick is at their belly region. Their soft skin, inner organs, and blood are of a blue-ish colour. Their size ranges from a house to a large tower.

Poppy , Keeper of the Hammer of Orlon, once saved an entire settlement from one of these beasts. Griffin-like creatures native to the high crags of northern Demacia, raptors are voracious predators.

Only a few individuals have been known to befriend and ride these beasts. These riders serve in the Demacian military, scouting and harassing the enemy lines.

Quinn's brother Caleb was gored to death by one of these. A year later, she herself nearly met the same fate before being saved by Valor.

Wyverns are members of the dragon family that are often mistaken for their cousins due to their similar appearances. The distinguishing features of a wyvern is that it only has two legs and one pair of wings as opposed to the four-legged dragons.

They are often spotted attacking the Demacian countryside and are a frequent threat to villagers. Yet despite the country's noble beginnings the ideals of Demacia has twisted over the centuries, they're still driven by a common cause to disseminate benevolence and order for the betterment of their country.

While priding themselves as the moral vanguards of Valoran, with their strength, courage and unity. It is also used in Demacian architecture due to its white and elegant appearance.

The early settlers of Demacia discovered a petrified forest that can dispel magic, and mixed this wood with ash and lime into the resistant material that is called Petricite.

From this innovation, the walls of Demacia were established. Galio , the Colossus is made entirely out of Petricite. The slayer had been spotted near the town of Uwendale, leaving the first eyewitness accounts of his appearance.

To commemorate the hero's bravery a stone statue was erected in his honor. While the king is a strong ruler, he is kept in check at least partially by the Demacian Council.

Jarvan Lightshield the Third , works earnestly with the Demacian Council to ensure that the sanctity of the kingdom remains pure and true. Since the rule of Jarvan I, there has never been an attempted coup or rebellion of any kind in Demacia.

The king serves not only as the political leader of the country, but also as the commander-in-chief of its military.

Numerous territories controlled by the Kingdom are known as the Protectorates. As a monarchy, Demacia is governed by various royal families, regulating the nation primarily as members of the Demacian Council.

They may even be treated more harshly under the law as they are meant to serve as shining examples of how Demacian citizens should conduct themselves, publicly and privately.

A paragon family of Demacian service. A family known for its long line of elite duelists. They have been the royal family of Demacia for centuries.

One of the most influential political forces in Demacia. Notably the prince's mother Lady Lightshield , formerly Lady Catherine Spiritmight, belong to this family.

The Demacian military is one of the strongest in all of Valoran, and until recently it was the only force capable of holding back the hunger of the military machine that is Noxus.

Noxus has been the sworn enemy of Demacia since both settlements were founded hundreds of years ago. Their conflict is, at its core, a moral one.

With such a night-and-day division of moral philosophy between Demacia and Noxus, it is not hard to see why Demacia views its military requirements as a vital necessity for survival.

Every Demacian citizen is required to serve in its military for no less than three years. Even after this time, most Demacians remain on active status in the nations military reserve.

Demacia's army is often outnumbered, but is arguable the most elite, well-trained army in Runeterra. The resolve of Demacia's military is alternately celebrated or despised, but always respected.

Their "zero tolerance" moral code is strictly upheld by civilians and soldiers alike. In combat, this means Demacian troops may not make excuses, flee, or surrender by example.

Thousands of great heroes have risen and fallen on the bloody battlefields between Demacia and its preeminent rival, Noxus. As an indoctrination tool, the Demacian military utilizes The Measured Tread, a handbook which outlines the nations ideology.

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High Silvermere, a city in the rocky highlands of Demacia's north-west. Lux had set off into the north two weeks ago; Demacia to Edessa, then to Pinara and on to Lissus.

Almost immediately, the character of the people and villages began to change as the heartland of Demacia fell behind her like a pennant torn from the haft of a banner-pole.

Rolling, fertile plains gave way to windswept hinterlands dotted with gorse and thistle. Silverwing raptors screeched overhead, invisible as they dueled in the clouds.

The air grew colder, freighted with the deep ice of the Freljord, and the walls of each settlement grew higher with every mile she rode. It had been a long and tiring journey to Fossbarrow, but she was here, and Lux allowed herself a small smile.

The horse shook its head and snorted, stamping its feet with impatience. The town occupied the banks of the Serpentrion, a thundering river that rose in the mountains and snaked to the western coast.

The tower of a Lightbringer temple rose in the east, the brazier within its steeple a welcome light in the gathering dusk.

Lux pulled back the hood of her blue cloak and shook her hair free. Long and golden, it framed a youthful face of high cheekbones and ocean blue eyes that sparkled with determination.

She unfastened the leather thong securing her staff to the saddle, and held its lacquered gold and ebony haft loosely at her side.

Two men appeared on the tower above the iron-bound gate, each armed with a powerful longbow of ash and yew. The man squinted through the gloom, his eyes widening as he recognized her.

Lux eased Starfire forward as the solid timbers of the gate lifted into the stone of the barbican with a clatter of heavy iron chains.

As soon as it had risen enough, Lux rode under it to find a hastily assembled honor guard awaiting her — ten men in leather breastplates and blue cloaks secured with silver pins in the shape of winged swords.

They were proud Demacian soldiers, though their shoulders were curiously slumped and their eyes haunted with exhaustion. Magistrate Giselle will be relieved to know you are here.

May I offer you a detachment of soldiers to escort you to her home? Rumors of dark magic in the forests and crags around Fossbarrow had reached the Lightbringers in the capital of Demacia, and Radiant Kahina had sent Lux to investigate.

Lux awoke with a scream, her heart hammering in her chest and her breath coming in wheezing spikes. Terror filled her mind; a nightmare of clawed hooks dragging her beneath the earth, of fetid mud filling her mouth and darkness smothering her light forever.

Lux blinked away the last afterimages, glimpsing retreating shadows out of the corner of her eye.

Her mouth was filled with the taste of rancid milk, a sure sign of lingering magic, and she let spectral radiance build in her palms. Light filled the room, and with it, the last remnants of the nightmare was banished.

Warmth suffused her, her skin shimmering with a haze of familiar iridescence. She heard voices downstairs and clenched her fists.

The light faded, leaving only the wan traces of daylight from the shuttered window to illuminate the room. Lux pressed her hands to the side of her head, as if seeking to push the awful visions from her mind.

She tried to recall specific moments from the nightmare, but all that came was the reek of sour breath and a faceless darkness pressing down upon her.

Her mouth dry, Lux quickly dressed and lifted her staff from the corner of the room. She descended to the temple kitchen, and though she had little in the way of appetite, prepared a breakfast of bread and cheese.

At her first bite, the taste of grave earth filled her mouth and she put the food aside. Only now did Lux notice just how bone-weary Pernille was.

Starfire whinnied at the sight of her, his ears pressed flat against his skull and his eyes wide. He nuzzled her and she stroked his pearl white neck and shoulders.

Dawn was already an hour old, but the town was still to fully come to life. No smoke rose from the forges, no smell of fresh bread wafted from the bakeries and only a very few sullen-looking merchants had their doors open for business.

She passed through the gate into the open ground before the town and let Starfire run to work out the stiffness in his muscles before turning onto the muddy road.

The scent of pine and wildflowers hung heavy in the air, and Lux savored the heady, natural aroma of the northern climes. Sunlight pierced the leafy canopy in angled spars of light and the smell of wet mud sent a shiver up her spine as her nightmare briefly surfaced.

She rode deeper into the forest, following the track as it wound its way further north. Lux lifted a hand from the reins and reached for a glittering sunbeam, feeling the magic within her stir at its touch.

She let it come, feeling the light at the center of her being spread through her body like an elixir. Her world lit up as magic filled her senses, the colors of the forest unnaturally vivid and filled with life.

She saw glittering motes of light drifting in the air, the breath of trees and the sighs of the earth. How incredible it was to see the world like this, alive to the energies flowing through every living thing.

From blades of grass to the mighty ironbirch trees whose roots were said to reach the very heart of the world.

After an hour of riding through the iridescent forest, the road diverged at a crossroads, one path leading east; to a logging town if she remembered correctly, the other dropping west to a community built around a thriving silver mine.

Her father owned a stake in the mine and her favorite cloak pin had been wrought from metal dug from its deep chasms. Between the two main routes lay a smaller pathway, all but invisible and suitable only for lone riders or those on foot.

She had no need to go that way, for her story of paying respects to her great grandfather was just that, a story. Lux closed her eyes and lifted her arms out to the side, letting the magic drift from her fingers and the glittering tip of her staff.

She took a breath, filling her lungs with cold air and letting the light of the forest speak to her. It spoke in contrasting hues of light and shadow, scintillating colors and vibrant illumination.

She felt the light of distant stars drift down like mist, light that bathed other worlds and people. Where the light of Demacia fell into shadow, she flinched.

Where it nourished something living, she was soothed. Lux turned in the saddle, her senses extended far beyond those of most other mortals, seeking the power that lay over the land like a curse.

The sun was almost at its zenith, and she frowned as the quality of light in the forest trembled. She felt shadows where no shadows ought to dwell, hidden darkness where only light should exist.

The breath caught in her throat, like a hand at her neck, and a sudden wave of dizziness swept over her. Her eyelids fluttered, drifting closed as if she were being pulled into a waking slumber.

The forest around her was suddenly silent. Not a breath of wind stirred the leaves of the trees, nor ruffled so much as a blade of grass.

The silverwings were silent, the chatter of animals stilled. Lux heard the soft susurration of grave cloth being pulled tight. She drew in a great draught of air, the cold in her lungs jolting her awake again.

She blinked shadows from her eyes and let out an icy breath as she drew her magic back into herself. She heard men on horseback, the jingle of bridle and trace, the rasp of metal on metal.

Riders, armored for war. At least four, perhaps more. Not yet, and certainly not of men. Whatever darkness was lurking somewhere in the forest was a more immediate threat.

Its strength was uncertain, its abilities feeling like someone testing the limits of what they could do. That, Lux could deal with.

She let the magic simmer just beneath her fingertips, ready to unleash its power in destructive bolts of light. Powerful men, armored head to foot in gleaming warplate.

They rode wide chested steeds of gray, none smaller than seventeen hands, and each caparisoned in cobalt blue. Four had their swords drawn, where the fifth had his golden-hilted blade sheathed in a lacquered blue scabbard across his back.

Drawn from any other army, four warriors would be a paltry force, but every warrior of the Dauntless Vanguard was a hero, a legend with tales of valor etched into the metal of their swords.

Their deeds were told and retold around tavern tables and hearthfires the length and breadth of Demacia.

Flanking him was Sabator of Jandelle, the slayer of the hideous deepwyrm that woke every hundred years to feast, but which would now wake no more. Slighter, though no less striking was Varya, she who led the charge onto the decks of the sea-wolf fleet at Dawnhold.

She set their ships ablaze and even wounded nigh unto death, cut down their berserk leader. Rodion, her twin brother, had sailed north to Frostheld and burned the Freljordian harbor city to the ground, so that no others would dare sail south to wreak havoc again.

Lux knew them all, but rolled her eyes at the thought of hearing their legends around a table tonight. Garen came alongside her as they followed the road back to Fossbarrow.

Though any servant of darkness would have had plenty of time to run and hide, given the noise Garen and the Dauntless Vanguard were making. I seem to recall mother saying you hated coming here last time.

Mother was always telling me not to pay attention to the things you did. The words hung between them, and Lux looked away, remembering not to underestimate her brother.

People knew him as honest and direct, with a sound grasp of tactics and war stratagems, but few ever thought of him as subtle or cunning. His entire posture changed, muscles taut and ready for action, his eyes utterly focused.

The warriors of the Dauntless Vanguard formed up alongside him, ready to move in an instant. An angry looking crowd was hounding a stumbling man through the streets toward the market square.

Starfire was a fast horse, but even he was no match for a grain-fed Demacian war-steed. By the time Lux rode through the gates, the sound of yelling voices echoed through the town.

A woman with the ermine-trimmed robes and bronze wings of a Demacian magistrate stood before him, presumably Magistrate Giselle.

The intensity of their hate was palpable, and Lux felt her magic drawn to the surface of her skin. She quelled the rising light and pushed her way through the crowd, seeing Garen at the foot of the steps leading onto the auction platform.

I saw them, their real faces! The crowd screamed in response, a swelling lust for vengeance erupting from every throat.

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Battered and fatigued, Sion continued the fight the king. He battled Jarvan beyond the point of breaking and was finally bested… but not beaten.

With his dying breath, he locked his fingers around the king's throat and broke the will of a nation.

The Demacian King, Jarvan I, was dead. Along the western coast of Valoran, the human nation of Demacia shines as the continent's paragon of virtue amongst all the other human settlements.

The residents are always striving to sharpen their bodies and minds in the pursuit of absolute justice. The Kingdom of Demacia commonly referred to as Demacia is a nation located in the Western part of North Valoran, sharing its borders with Noxus.

The currently well known locations encompassing Demacia are:. The largest city in the Kingdom, the capital is the main political, cultural, religious, military, economic and educational center of the country.

Demacia is a shining beacon of hope for humanity, and as such the nation and its Capital are the visual representations of this concept.

There is a clean and pristine feel and look to its cities. Towering spires litter the skyline of the city. White stone and marble are the materials of choice in the construction of Demacian buildings.

Majestic flags fly high along the parapets of the city. The city walls virtually gleam with power and nobility. The city also has a barracks and a penitentiary.

The Capital itself sits next to a natural port overlooking the Conqueror's Sea, with the majority of the other towns resting on a plateau.

The Golden Round is a large and lavish theater where royalty come to watch its numerous plays. Magga, a famous actress, once played on its stages.

Alabaster Library is one of the most beautiful houses of knowledge in all of Valoran which houses the poetry of Tung.

One of Demacia's numerous Protectorates, it is located in the northern part of Demacia. One of Demacia's numerous Protectorates, it is located at the far northern part of Demacia, boardering with the Freljord.

The town is named after the Demacian hero known as Fossian Crownguard, whose tomb is located near the town itself.

The town occupied the banks of the Serpentrion, a thundering river that rose in the mountains and snaked to the western coast.

The tower of a Lightbringer temple rose in the east. The current Magistrate of Fossbarrow is Lady Giselle. It was also the sight of a horific incident between the Dauntles Vanguards and an unknown nightmareish shade that threatened the town.

The city is known as the City of Raptors, due to its large population of Silverwing raptors. One of Demacia's numerous Protectorates, this town is described as a perfect and peaceful settlement.

One of Demacia's numerous Protectorates, this town was the first refuge of the famous actress Magga after her previous companions murders.

A remote mountain hamlet in the northeastern hinterlands of Demacia, Uwendale was one of Demacia's numerous Protectorates. Uwendale is a thriving town of hunters and farmers, protected by mountain rangers expert in intercepting and killing any monsters that came down from the high peaks to hunt.

The Land and coastal areas house an large assortment of astounding creatures, such as: Crag Beasts are often sighted in the country side where they frequently attack Demacian settlements.

They adorn large tusks and sharp fangs. Their outer shell is protected by a thick layer of rocky-like skin which protects them from swords, spears and other weapons.

The only place where their skin isn't as thick is at their belly region. Their soft skin, inner organs, and blood are of a blue-ish colour.

Their size ranges from a house to a large tower. Poppy, Keeper of the Hammer of Orlon once saved an entire settlement from one of these beasts.

The distinguishing features of a wyvern is that it only has one pair of limbs and one pair of wings as opposed to the two pair limbed dragons.

They are often spotted attacking the Demacian countryside and are a frequent threat to villagers. While others may continue to criticize the harshness of Demacian law, the Demacians stand by their convictions.

The slayer had been spotted near the town of Uwendale, leaving the first eyewitness accounts of his appearance. To commemorate the hero's bravery a stone statue was erected in his honor.

Quote Demacia is a constitutional monarchy, where the King of Demacia serves as the head of state and an elected council serves as the legislative body.

While the king is a strong ruler, he is kept in check at least partially by the Demacian Council. Jarvan Lightshield the Third , works earnestly with the Demacian Council to ensure that the sanctity of the kingdom remains pure and true.

Since the rule of Jarvan I, there has never been an attempted coup or rebellion of any kind in Demacia. The king serves not only as the political leader of the country, but also as the commander-in-chief of its military.

Numerous territories controlled by the Kingdom are known as the Protectorates. As a monarchy, Demacia is governed by various royal families, regulating the nation primarily as members of the Demacian Council.

They may even be treated more harshly under the law as they are meant to serve as shining examples of how Demacian citizens should conduct themselves, publicly and privately.

A paragon family of Demacian service. A family known for its long line of elite duelists. They have been the royal family of Demacia for centuries.

One of the most influential political forces in Demacia. Notably the prince's mother Lady Lightshield , formerly Lady Catherine Spiritmight, belong to this family.

Noxus has been the sworn enemy of Demacia since both settlements were founded hundreds of years ago.

Their conflict is, at its core, a moral one. With such a night-and-day division of moral philosophy between Demacia and Noxus, it is not hard to see why Demacia views its military requirements as a vital necessity for survival.

Every Demacian citizen is required to serve in its military for no less than three years. Even after this time, most Demacians remain on active status in the nations military reserve.

Demacia's army is often outnumbered, but is arguable the most elite, well-trained army in Runeterra. The resolve of Demacia's military is alternately celebrated or despised, but always respected.

Their "zero tolerance" moral code is strictly upheld by civilians and soldiers alike. In combat, this means Demacian troops may not make excuses, flee, or surrender by example.

Thousands of great heroes have risen and fallen on the bloody battlefields between Demacia and its preeminent rival, Noxus.

As an indoctrination tool, the Demacian military utilizes The Measured Tread , a handbook which outlines the nations ideology.

Quotes from the book include:. Demacia shares a relatively good relationship with Bandle City. Noxian hostilities towards Demacia and likewise stretches far back in the nations histories.

Having fought at least two wars with each other, the two nations are political, military and ideological rivals and see the other as a threat. Tensions between the two nations has not changed will likely not change until one of the two factions gives up.

Demacia and the people that now make up Freljord have had a history of conflict, albeit nowhere near as grievous as the conflict between Noxus and the northern barbarian tribes.

Both governments have a great deal of diplomatic work ahead of them before they can bridge the gap that spans decades of distrust.

Piltover and Demacia may have their differences, but the two nations are on relatively friendly terms. Scientists from the City of Progress are usually welcomed inside Demacia.

However, should the scientists wish to perform experiments there, they must first get clearance from Demacian officials. I'm going to give it back, I promise.

I'm borrowing it for research, and they'll never know it's missing. Demacians never stop talking about light, so what do they really need a window for, anyway?

See the shape in the center with the wings and the jagged sword? This is the first artifact that really got me thinking. It's not that old, and it can't really go back more than a few generations at most.

People knew him as honest and direct, with a sound grasp of tactics and war stratagems, but few ever thought of him as subtle or cunning.

His entire posture changed, muscles taut and ready for action, his eyes utterly focused. The warriors of the Dauntless Vanguard formed up alongside him, ready to move in an instant.

An angry looking crowd was hounding a stumbling man through the streets toward the market square. Starfire was a fast horse, but even he was no match for a grain-fed Demacian war-steed.

By the time Lux rode through the gates, the sound of yelling voices echoed through the town. A woman with the ermine-trimmed robes and bronze wings of a Demacian magistrate stood before him, presumably Magistrate Giselle.

The intensity of their hate was palpable, and Lux felt her magic drawn to the surface of her skin. She quelled the rising light and pushed her way through the crowd, seeing Garen at the foot of the steps leading onto the auction platform.

I saw them, their real faces! The crowd screamed in response, a swelling lust for vengeance erupting from every throat. They looked set to rush the auction platform to tear Aldo Dayan limb from limb, and perhaps they would have but for the four warriors of the Dauntless Vanguard standing with their swords drawn at its edge.

He split three people with an axe before they were able to restrain him. Finally Garen turned to look at her. There must be a mage nearby. A darkness holds sway here.

Only the dark influence of a sorcerer could drive a loyal Demacian citizen to commit such heinous acts. Lux bit back an angry retort and pushed past Garen.

She climbed the steps of the platform and marched over to the kneeling man. His face was bruised, one eye swollen shut from the heavy blow of a cudgel or fist.

Blood and snot ran freely from his nose and ropes of drool hung from his split lip. The white of his eye was bloodshot and purple edged, the eye of a man who had not slept in days.

Among us the whole time! I woke and I saw their true faces! So I killed them! I had to do it. The last two days had aged her ten years. The magistrate stared down in disgust at Aldo Dayan, her fists clenched at her sides.

Just because he was different? Baying cries for vengeance rose from the crowd as the sun sank into the west and the shadows lengthened.

Handfuls of mud and dung pelted Aldo Dayan as his former friends and neighbors called for his death.

He thrashed in the grip of the guards, frothing at the mouth and spitting bloody saliva. Just darkness, only darkness. It could be one of you too!

The blade glinted in the twilight, its edge unimaginably sharp. There can be only one punishment. A whisper of a lurking presence.

It slithered away before she could be sure, but a breath of frigid air raised her hackles. The body dropped to the platform, twin arcs of blood jetting from the stump of his neck.

The spectral darkness launched itself at the magistrate with a cackle of spite. She screamed as it passed through her before dissipating like wind-scattered cinders.

Magistrate Giselle collapsed, her flesh ashen, weeping in terror. Lux dropped to one knee as myriad visions of horror arose within her; choking fears of being buried alive, of being driven from Demacia by her brother, of a thousand ways to die a slow and painful death.

Garen spoke in a whisper, and it took her a moment to figure out how she could possibly have heard him over the cheering crowd. Lux turned from the sobbing magistrate, and felt magic race around her body in a surge tide.

The crowd stood utterly silent. Then, one after another, the people of Fossbarrow fell to the ground, as if the life had simply fled their bodies.

Lux clenched her teeth and pushed herself to her feet. No two were alike, and Lux saw an assembling host of demons in Noxian armor, vast spiders, many-headed serpents, towering demon-warriors with frost axes, great drakes with teeth like obsidian daggers and scores of things that defied sane description.

The shadow creatures closed on the platform, sliding through the air without a sound. An oncoming tide of nightmarish horrors.

Her skills would be best employed elsewhere, and the Dauntless Vanguard could hold their own here. She placed her thumb and forefinger against her bottom lip and whistled a summoning note before turning to Garen.

Lux ran to the edge of the platform as Starfire galloped through the creatures. Her steed passed unmolested, its dreams and nightmares of no interest to the power now abroad in Fossbarrow.

Grasping claws of demon creatures reached for her, but she and Starfire evaded every attack. Lux rode clear of the monstrous host, and paused just long enough to lift her gold-topped staff to him.

Lux turned her horse and galloped from the town. Garen rolled his shoulders in anticipation of the rigor of close-quarters battle and lifted his sword.

Varya and Rodion stood to his left, Sabator and Diadoro to his right. Oil black demon-hounds were the first to reach the platform, leaping upward with tearing fangs and flashing teeth.

Garen and the Dauntless Vanguard met them with shields locked and blades bared. A hammering wall of iron beat them back.

Though their enemies were wrought from shadow and spite, they fought with ferocious strength and skill. Garen spun his sword up and pulled back in an oblique turn.

He rolled his wrists and lowered his shoulder into its attack. He pushed the thing back and down. He stamped its chest and the beast roared as it burst apart.

The impact drove him to his knees. Ashes burst from the demon and Garen spun to drive his sword into the belly of another beast. Sabator decapitated a slavering hound as Diadoro slammed his shield down on a hissing serpent, severing its body in half.

With every killing blow, the shadow creature burst into amber-limned ashes. A hideous, limping creature hurled itself at Rodian, and he thrust his blade hard into its featureless face.

It screeched as it died. But for every shadow they destroyed, more always took their place. Lux rode hard through the forest, trees flashing past to either side in a blur.

Light shone from the splayed tip of her staff, illuminating her path with blazing radiance. It was reckless to gallop through the forest at such speed, even with her light as a guide, but the nightmares assailing Garen and the Dauntless Vanguard would keep coming.

Human imaginations were a depthless well of nightmares; fear of death, fear of infirmity or fear of the loss of a loved one. She followed the route she had taken only this morning, letting the power of her magic flow into Starfire to grant him sight beyond measure.

Lux and her mount flew through the night, eventually reaching the crossroads where the roads diverged. Ignoring the roads east and west, Starfire leapt the overgrown bracken that all but obscured the path north.

The closer she came to the tomb, the more the landscape began to change, taking on an altogether different character — like something from a tale told to frighten small children.

The trees wept a sickly black sap, their branches gnarled and twisted into clawed hands that plucked at her hair and cloak.

Gaps in the boles of trees resembled fanged mouths, and venomous spiders spun cloying webs in their high branches. The ground underfoot became spongy and damp with brackish pools of stagnant water — like a grove abandoned by one of the fae folk.

Starfire stopped before the entrance to a shadow-wreathed clearing and threw back his head, nostrils flaring in fear. Only a few more steps.

Its light guttered like a lantern in a storm, but gave off just enough illumination for her to see. Dark smoke drifted into a sky that swirled with images of ancient horrors awaiting their time to claim the world.

A young boy, no more than twelve or thirteen sat cross-legged before it, his thin body swaying as if in a trance. Tendrils of black smoke coiled from the tomb, wrapped around his neck like strangling vines.

He turned to face Lux, and she faltered at the sight of his soulless, black eyes. A cruel grin split his face.

A looming spider with hook-bladed legs reared over Garen, its bloated belly rippling with distended eyes and snapping jaws.

He split its thorax and kicked the flailing creature from the platform even as its body disintegrated. Legs braced, Garen felt a searing cold in the muscle of his shoulder as a black claw plunged through his pauldron.

The metal did not buckle or crack. The claw passed through unimpeded, and Garen felt a sickening revulsion spread through him. He smelled rank grave dirt; the reek of fetid earth over a centuries-old sepulchre.

He fought through the pain as he had always been trained to do. Rodion fell as a hooking blade slid under his guard and plunged into his side.

He cried out in pain, his shield lowering.

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