Forbidden

Chapter 13

Hey guys! So, I think I'm going to make this story quite long, but it's going to be more in depth than what it is right now. I've gotten a lot of good feedback and ideas from lots of people, and so far, so good. (: But, like I said with school and work, updates will take a few days, but they will be get done! Anywho, keep giving me ideas and feedback. 333

Chapter 13:

The following morning, the mist hung over Demacia like a blanket. Birds chirped lightly in the morning dew as the water droplets fell gently off the green leaves of the trees. Garen stood on his balcony with his hands crossed over the railing. He looked over the city, to the peacefulness of it all, not even barring to think about the horror that was about to happen. It served him well to take a moment and capture the powerful essence of peace before he marched.

The golden decorations of the city barley even showed under the white coverings. It was the most peaceful morning, with the salt of the sea tickling Garen's lips when he opened them. It swirled around his tongue and lips, making him taste the flavoring of the water. The chilliness of the morning breeze swirled eagerly in his veins, his blood turning to slush as he breathed it inside of his body. The moment he breathed in more, the more his body trembled. He enjoyed it.

Katarina, behind him, stretched as she awoke. The cold breeze from the balcony doors poured over her, rustling her red hair. Her emerald eyes wandered to notice Garen was no longer beside her. All through the night she had felt him toss and turn, murmurs of nothing legible coming from his lips. It only figured that he needed some time to sort things out, and she couldn't blame him. As she pulled herself out of the bed, she grabbed her pink robe and pulled it over her shoulders, then proceeded to walk over to the balcony.

Her bare feet felt the cold shiver through her body as she placed them step-by-step on the cold concrete blocks. She didn't know what to say as she approached him, her arms crossed over her body to keep the morning cold from taking her. Garen's figure didn't turn, but she knew that he knew she was there. All Katarina did was wait, her green eyes piercing into his back softly until she turned to leave him in solitude.

"Don't go," he said softly.

Katarina sighed. "You need your peace."

"Your presence is peace," he said without turning around. Katarina laid her hand on his shoulder gently and forced a little smile.

"I heard you last night," she told him gently. Garen smirked. "Are you having nightmares?"

"Nightmares are for the weak."

"Nightmares are for the sane," Katarina said softly. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, Garen. What were they of?"

Garen sighed. "Everyone I've killed… they haunt me. They cry out for mercy. Years of battle can do that to a person, Katarina."

"I never said I didn't have nightmares either. They've just been disappearing ever since you've been sleeping beside me," she told him clearly. Garen's blue eyes looked up in surprise. "You're more of a dream catcher and comforter than you are a hero, Garen."

"Why do you say that?" he asked and looked over his shoulder at her.

With a clear voice and her emerald eyes staring deep into his soul, Katarina said, "Because I know now that you truly are the Might of Demacia, Garen Crownguard. And I am deeply and madly in love with you. I want you to know that… no matter what happens later today, I will never turn on you. I will never lay a blade on you. I will stand beside you as long as I live. My strength is within Demacia, and my strength… is within you."

Shyvanna sighed as she looked upon Jarvan's back. His form was opposite to her, staring out the window of his bedroom. As a feisty woman with always something to say, this time she was at a loss for words. Even though she loved him and respected his decisions (as he would be King one day soon), marching on Noxus was not something Jarvan would agree too lightly. It must have taken something startling to move him to this action… the question was: What made him do it?