Save Demacia [Garen X Mage!Reader]

Chapter Four

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." Sylas taunted me, circling me with a smirk covering his lips, "Whatever are you doing here?" His finger raised to trace my jaw, "Demacia not good enough? Garen not good enough?"

How did he know?

"Leave him out of this." I spat, grabbing his hand and forcing it away from my face, only for him to chuckle.

"I'll give you two choices, Y/N. You either join me, or-"

"No. Never, even if my life depended on it." I interrupted him, not wanting to hear his other offer.

"Well, it just might." He smirked again, binding my wrists together with some sort of magic, covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming as I thrashed around in his grip before eventually falling unconscious.

~

I awoke god knows how long later in the arms of Sylas.

All I could hear was marching, no talking at all. The wind blew through me, making me shiver. My eyes failed to open, being too drowsy to force them open.

My head hurts...

"Demacia!" Sylas yelled, finally halting. "I have a proposition for you." His voice boomed, worsening the pain in my head.

I finally managed to force open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was Garen holding Lux back, surrounded by the entire of Demacia.

"You leave me and my army alone, in return for this mage." He said, dropping me onto the ground which earned a grunt from me. However, my body felt too weak to actually move.

"Y/N!" Lux yelled, doing her best to push past Garen who firmly held her back, eyes not looking at me but instead glaring at Sylas.

"And if we don't?" Prince Jarvan asked him.

"Then," Sylas said, applying pressure onto my ribs as I quickly lost my breath, "she dies. Right here, in front of all of you: her best friend, and her boyfriend." He finished, chuckling at Garen's eyes widening.

"Garen," I heard Lux's voice throughout the entire commotion, "we have to do something!"

"I know."

"So, what shall it be?" Sylas yelled, finally removing his foot from my ribs as he began to cough.

"We refuse your offer. One mages life is meaningless to us." Jarvan spat.

My eyes never left Lux and Garen, watching their bodies go rigid and faces fall in panic.

"Very well." Sylas grinned, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me off my feet. "See here ladies and gentlemen!" He yelled, each second it grew harder and harder to breathe. "Watch before your eyes as this young ladies life drains from her eyes."

I can't... breathe.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I felt my body fall to the ground, quickly followed by a groan from Sylas.

"Not on my watch."

Trynd...?

I did my best to turn around, and there stood Tryndamere and the entire of the Freljord army, all of them looking ready to fight. Within seconds, they were running at Sylas, managing to pin him to the ground, Demacia's army running forward to help them.

I felt myself being picked up into a pair of strong arms just as I finally lost consciousness.

~

"She's a good girl, Garen." Was the first thing I heard as I began to wake up.

I know that voice...

"I hope you look after her." The same voice continued.

"I will, thank you for your assistance."

It was then I was able to open my eyes, seeing Garen and Tryndamere talking to each other, Lux sat in the corner.

"Y/N!" Lux's voice caught all our attention and she rushed towards me, pulling me into a tight hug.

I felt wetness fall onto my back, concluding that Lux was crying.

I gladly wrapped my arms around her, having been missing my best friend, "Don't cry, Lux. I'm okay." I managed to croak out, throat slightly hurting.

"I-I thought you wouldn't make it." She sniffed, pulling away to place her hand on my cheek as though she was checking I was here.

"I'm okay, Lux. Don't worry." I smiled, "Are you guys okay?" I asked the three of them, Lux now pulled back so I could see them all.

"You just woke up for the first time in a week and you're asking us if we're alright?" Trynd chuckled, patting me on the shoulder in amusement.

"We're fine." Garen said quietly, eyes gazing into my own.

We all sat in silence for a moment, only to be broken by Lux.

"Well, I think that's our cue to leave." Lux cleared her throat, signalling towards the door while facing Tryndamere who nodded, quickly leaving the room.

"Thank you." Was the first thing to leave my mouth as the door slammed shut. "I don't know what I would have done without you." I admitted, my gaze falling onto the ground as I nervously played with the sheets of the hospital bed.

Garen pulled his chair closer towards me, gently taking a hold of my hand as he ran his thumb across it.

"We don't know what would have happened had it not been for the Freljord." Garen smiled slightly, "They were the main reason we were able to detain Sylas."

"You detained him?" I asked in shock, surprised they had managed to do such a thing.

Garen simply nodded, patting me on the hair.

"Yes, we were."

I simply nodded, pulling him into a hug.

"So, what happens now?" I asked him as he began to explain what would happen to Sylas, only to be cut off by yours truly. "I mean to me. Surely they won't accept me for being a mage. Everyone knows, Garen."

Garen nodded, "That they do." He sighed, thumb still running across the back of my hand, "But, you're under our protection and you're a Crownguard."

"A Crownguard?" I asked him.

"If you want to be."

In Garen's hand was a velvet box, which he opened to reveal the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my lifetime.

"Happily, Garen." I smiled brightly which he returned, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I love you, Garen."

"I love you too, Y/N. I always will."