#lolml

((A month passes between Lux's recall to Demacia and her return to the Institute. The official news (and therefore what everyone should know) is that Lux had to leave on an urgent mission to Demacia.

This new Lux will be referred to as Luxanna to tell the two apart.

This post is open to people who have known her well or have at least talked to her (because drama hooray - except you Darius go away :P)

Let the fun begin!))

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The carriage stopped outside the Institute, and a young woman climbed out. She paused to survey the building through narrowed eyes.

Luxanna Crownguard was back, and, standing in front of the Institute, even there one could see that something had changed about her. Her stance was straighter, her back like a plank; her eyes, once bright summery blue, were now a cold hard ice that would make even a Freljordian pause; her face, once open, was poised, cool and emotionless.

The woman pushed the double doors open, walking with purposeful steps down the hall. A brief memory of her Judgement popped up, but she dismissed it briskly. While she'd been weak back then, in front of her brother, she was strong now - the epitomy of Demacian military training and magical power.

Luxanna's path took her past rooms, doors, training centres, and more. Her walk took her outside to a garden, where she paused, wondering why she'd come this way.

A sparkle caught her eye, and Luxanna looked down to see a crystal. A faint memory popped up: A crystal flaring with light and magic, and a flash of white teeth as a blonde boy beamed at her-

As quick as the vision appeared, it was gone again, and Luxanna shook her head. Why had she come out here? She had no time for trivialities. Turning to go back inside, she went motionless as she spotted someone and realised that she had not been alone in the garden. Her hand dropped to her baton, secure in her belt, and she automatically stepped back into a defensive stance as her gaze took in the unknown person in her view.

Explosion after explosion echoed from an obscure training room. Inside, the Lady of Luminosity cast spell after spell, using her passive again and again to set training dummies and minions alight.

She'd been seen in Noxus.

In Noxus!

Perhaps it was conjecture - after all, the guard had only caught a glimpse, so she was sure someone would smooth it over...after all, balance the word of Luxanna Crownguard against the word of a guard and she would probably come out on top. Still, she'd been verbally punished, and harshly too. Following someone into Noxus - for what?

She had not told her superiors the answer to that. She'd rather not. She realised she didn't think they'd care. All they wanted - all they had ever wanted - was a weapon, honed sharp and bright as steel.

It seemed Lux was getting rusty.

"I am NOT rusty!" she yelled finally. Her Lucent Singularity exploded, sending minions flying and the training master scurried from the room.

With a scream of rage Lux blasted the last minion with her Final Spark. She was still as honed and powerful as ever, and she was not a tool of Demacia, to be picked up and used to anyone's liking. What she'd said back to her superiors would probably put her down for a very harsh review...one that would require 'rehabilitation' but Lux had no intention of following through with that.

She could bend light around her body. Let them try to find her...they would not be able to.

Lux, shaking, walked out of the room, past the shaking training master who stood just outside the doorway. She didn't see him.

Her vision was clouded with rage and pain and...and...

She hated Demacia. She hated them all: The military, for insisting that she be theirs; her parents for freely giving her away; Garen, for not being there; hell, she hated the king for no other reason than he led the place that had taken her freedom away!

But...What if they were right? What if she hadn't chased Varus, made him stop attacking Noxus? It was no skin off her back if he went on a rampage through Noxus...Demacia would've even thanked him.

No! Varus was her friend...

"I do not know what you were thinking, Luxanna, but it will not happen again. you must be reminded that Demacians are not to be seen in Noxus. Whether you were or not is immaterial. There is nobody or nothing important enough to go to Noxus for."

She had to cut ties with everyone...everything...Maybe she was as weak as they said.

And in that moment, Lux slid down the wall to sit on the ground, hard, and began to cry softly.

The league's training center was one of Miss Fortune's favourite places; endless hours of aiming and shooting. It was normally a very quiet place, (Aside from the sound of gunshots) only particularly noisy before important matches, on those days everyone piled into the center ready to hone their skills...

The deck of the ship was as quiet as ever and it was days like this that made the bounty hunter wish she had some type of work... Sitting in her captain's chair she looked out the ship's window only to see the rising and falling of the ocean's waves.

Varus walked through Demacia a little on edge but a little angry. It had been a month since he had come into the League and people still gave him a wide birth and a look of disgust. They always give me carp...why... He continued to walk and think keeping his eyes kinda down but focused on walking back towards the institute.

The corrupt man walked along the path but soon found himself out side a garden and a lone fountain sitting down he held his head in his hands. "Why...." He kept his head down and pulled his bow from his shoulder and held it in his lap.