Qiyana - A League Of Legends Fanfiction

Training Begins.

***3rd Person POV***

It didn't take long for an army of about 5000 men and women to gather. Now it was time for Qiyana to start her training. She first assorted those who were physically fit and/or had previous training.

Qiyana: Anyone who is currently physically active or has previous training in the field of war fare. Go over there!

She pointed to a clearing.

Qiyana: Sehav, I want you to take care of them, keep them in their place and train them to be the best of the best.

Qiyana then surveyed the remaing people only around 500 people had stepped forward for the past category. And Qiyana knew at least 100 of them would be moved for not being good enough or would quit.

Qiyana: The rest of you shall be assigned different roles. Wether it be in the fight or preparation or back at main camp, I want no complaints. You chose to come here. And can leave just as simply. Hadvar, Jemeline, Grogon and Deslav. Assort these men and woman into their correct place in the army.

Hadvar and Jemeline and Grogon and Deslav: Yes Qiyana!

Qiyana: I must go and begin planning. If there are any issues, send the issue to me...

Hadvar and Jemeline and Grogon and Deslav: Yes Qiyana!

Everyone bowed and she left for her tent.

After about 20 minutes of no interruptions and careful planning, Deslav asked for "Her Highness" at the entrance to the tent.

Qiyana Went to the door.

Qiyana: What?

Deslav: This imbecile is being incredibly arrogant.

Qiyana: What has he done?

Man: Nothing.

Qiyana slapped him in the face.

Qiyana: Was I talking to you?

Deslav: He decided it would be comical to shout foul language at the people cooking. Which the people from piltover could probably hear.

Qiyana: It can't have been that loud, I heard nothing.

Deslav: Well his foolish antics could be heard by everyone else in camp.

Qiyana: What did he say?

Deslav: 'This is a waste of fucking time, do I look like a fucking cook to you?'

Qiyana: That's it?

Deslav: Yes...

Qiyana: Deslav, out. Boy, stay.

Deslav: Yes Qiyana!

With that, Deslav turned on his heels and left the tent leaving Qiyana and the man alone.

Qiyana: I'm sorry about him, he is really cranky.

Man: Huh?

Qiyana: So, what's your name? Mine Qiyana.

Man: Eh, Jaheera. But people call me Jay.

Qiyana: ok, Jay. Try not to get in to to much trouble with the old man. If you don't, maybe you can come here for tea? My food is luxury.

Jay: I'll be here.

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