Forbidden

Chapter One

A lot of you were already reading and following this story before.. And I want to let you know that basically the storyline will be the same. I'm just going to start over and try to spread things out a bit more, get facts right, etc etc. (: But, instead of rushing things, actually take my time on it. So I hope you guys enjoy the new and improved version of Forbidden.

Chapter 1:

"Go, go, go!" Garen yelled at his men as they advanced towards Noxian troops.

Sweat dribbled down his forehead as he tried to move around them and get a better picture at what was going on. However, no luck proceeded to follow as he scrambled through bodies, both standing and lying on the ground. He cut down a few enemies with the stroke of his sword in an attempt to aide his comrades, but all he could see was petty fighting.

Why are we even doing this? He wondered. Demacia had always been known for its honor: the Royal Vanguard has proven that on countless occasions. But, there had been so many battles as of late that Garen didn't know what to think of the city-state's decisions. He saw fallen men at his feet and his heart ached.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he muttered as he found his way to the front lines of battle.

It took everything in him not to call a retreat because of how many of his men had been killed. Angered, he swung his sword at the first Noxian he saw, yelling, "DEMACIA!" at the top of his lungs. They burned shortly after through his prideful yelling and dancing with the enemy. As usual, within five minutes of him being on the battlefield, the Noxians were calling a retreat. Breathing out a sigh of painful relief, Garen turned his back on the enemy who were still in the midst of fighting.

Without a second loss, someone crashed down upon Garen's shoulders. He grunted as he reached up to see who or what was on top of him. His fingers tangled in what seemed to be… hair… With a surprised look on his face, he felt a dagger slide against the tender skin of his neck. Growling, he pulled the person off of his back by their arm and slammed them into the ground behind him. A small groan filled his ears. As he turned behind him, he felt his heart begin to race.

It was a woman he had been sparring with. Needless, to say, he was surprised. She looked up at him with emerald green eyes, full of hate and deceit. With a small turn of his head, she jumped up and crossed her dangers. From that moment, Garen knew she was determined to kill him. Regardless of she was a woman or not, she was the enemy, and he took an oath to protect Demacia against all enemies.

He quickly put his sword in front of his body, ready to attack her. But, she had already lodged two daggers into the chest plate of his armor with an easy flick of her wrist. Garen's blue eyes looked up in surprise and anger as he ripped both daggers from the metal without hesitation. The woman's emerald eyes looked playful as her long red hair danced around her face. It was almost as if… she was enjoying sparring with him.

Garen cried his battle cry and lodged his sword right where she had been two moments ago. The woman jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit. She gave him a dazzling smile and drew two more daggers from behind her back. Garen narrowed his eyes and spun in a wave of fury to the woman, but she was already behind him. His blue eyes were like lasers into her: filled with hate and wonder. She noticed and causally pounced over him once more. Her people were calling retreat, and she would be left behind if she didn't follow.

"It was nice to have met you Garen, the Might of Demacia," she said and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked in front of him to rejoin her forces.

Garen couldn't help but stare as she walked, his eyes focused on her more womanly parts than the two blades she held that could have quite easily killed him. It felt like forever that he stood with his mouth hanging agape with awe, until one of his Captains, Blake, laid a rough hand on his shoulder.