A Somber Task
These were Garenâs people as much as Keaganâs, but Keagan had come from a village just like this one and any time the Crownguard heir listened to his friend and fellow soldier speak to other people from the same part of Demacia as him, Garen couldnât help noticing the rhythm of the way they spoke, the differences in tone and pronunciation that was markedly different from the capital. It was very much understandable, but even outsiders could tell the difference between Rural and Capital Demacian. It was the way that Keagan held himself too. Even in military regalia, he looked like he belonged here more than the capital-born members of their unit.
People in the villages seemed a little more at ease around the lowborn soldier when they heard him speak and saw the way he stood and knew that they werenât talking to a noble son, so Garen liked when he could bring Keagan along when duty called him to the farming villages.
Especially when it called for something like this.
Keagan turned away from the man he had been speaking to - middle aged and with the look to him that suggested a work-hardened personality. And yet, as much as that was true, there was an undeniably forlorn cast to his gaze and to the way he carried himself. Garen looked to the shorter man as he approached. When they had first met they had both been boys and very close in height. However, Garen had taken on the famous Crownguard stature since then and while Keagan was not necessarily short in stature, Garen towered over him.
âItâs a girl, Garen.â Keagan spoke in a low and quiet tone, âA child.â
Garen felt a heavy ache in his chest at the revelation. Being here was already difficult enough without that knowledge. He knew that there were others just as dedicated to Demacia as himself who revelled in this sort of work - but he was simply not among them. And the young man dearly hoped that if nothing else this sort of news would give even the most fervent some pause.
âHis?â Garen asked and gestured lightly towards the man Keagan had spoken to with a slight nod of his head - and deeply thankful that his voice left him sounding more solid than it felt like it would.
Keagan nodded - his brow furrowed and eyes troubled as he glanced back towards the man who was pushing up his sleeves for the third time in what was likely a nervous behavior. Garen couldnât blame him. His heart sank as he tried to imagine for a moment what the girlâs father was going through. He made an attempt to push those thoughts aside as his stomach twisted.
âWell,â he said, âLetâs go and see her. Maybe this is all just...a mistake.â
Keagan nodded, but from the way he looked at the open doorway of the house, shoulders hanging and the slight pull at his lip suggesting he had it caught between his teeth in his own nervous habit, he didnât seem to have much hope of that. Neither did Garen, but he had to try and summon some up. Maybe it was just the people of the village being superstitious, something the girl said or did that had been misunderstood, or...something. Anything.
He held out a gloved hand to invite Keagan ahead of him. The shorter man nodded and proceeded inside the small home.
The home was nearly silent. Occasionally a soft sob would escape someone and a comforting whisper would follow. The family was there - mother, he supposed, siblings, grandmother. An older man he supposed was probably the girlâs grandfather sat silently by a barren fireplace. Friends of the family were there too - offering some comfort. There were so many of them, he thought, inside such a small house. He knew Keagan had several siblings and he wondered if his friend too had grown up in a place like this - a simple, little home filled to the brim with people.
The girlâs father walked over to a closed door, giving a light nod towards it. They approached and he said softly - though it seemed strangely loud in the quiet, âIn here.â Garen didnât move to open it - waiting for a moment until the man himself did so. He did not think he should be the one to do it - open the door and barge in. It only took a brief moment before the man grabbed the door handle and twisted, giving the door a slight push to let it swing open. And then he stood back to make way for the soldiers in capital gold and blue.
Inside the room there were a couple of beds pressed in close together. There was a wide and low dresser that looked like it had been in use by generations of children. And on the floor sat a little, flaxen-haired girl. She was in a little blue dress that Garen was sure, having seen a number of common children now, was not her usual attire, but something saved for nicer occasions. He wondered why her mother had chosen to dress her in it today, but he supposed he could not find any reason to suggest she not choose just that. She was making some structure out of little wooden blocks. One tall and in the center and a number of smaller blocks around it in a circle.
She looked up at them and the door shut quietly once they were inside.
She smiled and Garenâs stomach fell into a pit.
âAre you the people from the capital?â She asked - her voice too cheerful for her to know why they were there. âMama said that weâd have some guests coming who wanted to see me.â
Garen tried to say something. He tried to answer her in a warm and comforting tone, but when he parted his lips to do just that, he couldnât seem to summon forth a single sound. The silence didnât hang long though and Keagan was quick to speak where he couldnât. He cursed himself silently, telling himself it was foolish to be so nervous about this - to be so...uncertain.
âYeh,â Keagan said, smiling, âThatâs us.â He stepped forward and crouched down to be closer to her line of sight. Keagan gestured behind him with his thumb saying, âThis is Garen Crownguard.â
Garen felt heat in his neck, creeping towards his cheeks - not sure why Keagan would mention his name in particular.
âCrownguard?â The girl was clearly excited - her eyes big and bright, âA real Crownguard?â She stood up and walked a little closer, smiling up at him. His family was plenty proud of their history, and he himself was proud of his name and the service his family had offered to Demacia - but it felt strange to know that his name alone made him look like a hero to many of the villagers without him having yet done anything, he thought, to earn the title.
But maybe that was what Keagan had been hoping for - something to put the girl at ease. To make her feel safe.
Garen smiled at her, âThatâs right. And this is my friend, Keagan. Weâre both soldiers all the way from the capital.â
Her smile never faltered.
âMy uncleâs a soldier! Heâs not in the capital though.â
Garenâs smile stayed, soft, and he nodded saying, âA soldier nonetheless. Iâm sure heâs doing good work where heâs stationed.â
âAnd whatâs your name?â He asked, finding something he could say.
âJeanette.â She answered, âJeanette Cosgrove.â
Garen smiled, âWell,â He took a moment to follow Keaganâs lead and crouch down closer to her level. His armor was thicker than Keaganâs, who tended to prefer leather and chain over plate. He settled for pulling over a seat from near the door. He wondered if her mother or father used it to read to sit and read to the children at night.Â
âItâs very good to meet you, Jeanette.â
He tried to feel the levity that he had put into his tone, but was having a hard time as he looked down at her - blonde hair and bright smile. Maybe this had all been a mistake. Maybe there was nothing to the report.
He wondered who had submitted it. Her father? One of the other villagers?
He cleared his throat. He needed to ask about it. He needed to find out whether or not it was true. Again, he found it hard to form the words. How could he ask something like that? Even children knew to fear mages. How did he ask a little girl if she was one?
Keagan came to his aid again.
âWe...we came to speak to you because we heard that you can do some things that other people canât, Jeanette.â
Her face fell and Garenâs heart broke.
She knew what they were talking about.
âOh.â She said - softly, with the sort of honest shame a childâs voice carried when she had done something she knew was wrong.
â...Mom said Iâm not supposed to talk about that.â
Garen took a deep breath - and he heard Keagan do the same. He saw the way his friendâs jaw tensed, saw the tug at his lip that suggested his teeth were worrying the inside his mouth again. He had seen Keagan break his own skin that way.Â
âWell...â Keagan started, but this time he was the one who lost his words.
Garen supposed it was his turn.
âWell, sheâs already told us about it. And asked us to come here and see you....Do you think that you could...tell us about it? Or...â He felt something catch in his throat, âShow us?â
He wanted her to say she couldnât - or to suggest she could and then show some little trick and prove it was all a game. They would tell her she shouldnât play such tricks and scare her family like that, remind her of the dangers of magic and even playing at it, and then they would be gone. Everything would be alright and it would turn out this was just an overcautious family, a superstitious village.
She looked at them, and then at the door. Her gaze held there for a while as if she were listening for someone approaching. Maybe she had shown this to others in the same way - quietly, listening for anyone who might come in and see. Siblings, perhaps.
Her eyes came back to them again.
âI wonât get in trouble?â
Garen had been struck in the chest several times - during training and fighting, mostly. He had been hit with a fist, by a full-bodied tackle, by a wooden weapon carried by a man as big as himself, but he did not think he had ever felt a blow quite like this. She was looking up at him - looking to him for reassurance, for safety. She was looking to him for protection. She was trusting him with this.
Trusting him with this secret.
He felt the bite of tears at the edges of his eyes and refused to let them any further. He fought the urge to grasp at the aching hole in his chest. It was all he could do to bring it instead to Keaganâs shoulder - as though hit were his friend who needed the reassurance.
He felt Keaganâs hand touch his. Perhaps he understood that Garen was steadying himself.
But he could not know the depth of this.
Garen did not know what he could possibly say. He couldnât tell her she wouldnât. It would be a lie if she truly had the curse. But he so desperately wanted to tell her that she had nothing to worry about. He wanted to settle his hands on her little shoulders and tell her that everything would be fine. No matter what - he would make sure that she wouldnât be in any trouble. That she would be just fine.
âNo.âÂ
He heard Keagan say it. It hurt to hear - and it hurt that he was relieved that he did not have to be the one to lie.
âNo, you wonât be in any trouble. Itâs just us.â
She hesitated still.
âYou wonât be mad?â
âNo. Absolutely not.â
âDaddy was mad.â
âWell, we wonât be...And Iâm sure your daddy was just...worried. People get that way sometimes.â
âMommy says people seem made when theyâre scared.â
âWell, we donât scare easily.â He said with a warm smile. âHave you ever heard of a scared Crownguard?â
Garenâs hand squeezed his friendâs shoulder. He wasnât sure if he was glad to be something that seemed safe to her - or if he didnât want Keagan to use his name like that anymore.
âNo...I havenât.â She said.
She took a breath and steadied herself - a couple of tiny steps sounding against the wood of the floor.Â
She closed her eyes and placed her hands at her chest.
Garenâs heart felt like it would break through bone.
It seemed too familiar. The little girl with blonde hair, pulled in close - barely trembling with nerves.
Her little fingers spread open and he saw the littlest bit of light. It was not a flash, and not terribly bright. It was more like a haze - shimmering. She opened her eyes. They shimmered softly too. She looked down at one of the blocks in the circle around the little structure she had made. It shimmered and shifted - barely. Then, again, it moved - twitched. Then, it slid slowly across the floor - towards one of Keaganâs feet.
And it stopped.
Garen could feel the breath he had been holding, but he couldnât quite release it yet.
She looked at them.
He felt sick.
She was scared.
He could see it in her eyes - in the careful way she watched them.
He had never envisioned himself as someone who would strike fear into the heart of a little girl. That was not what he wanted of himself. That was not what he wanted of anything.
âWell that was...certainly something Iâve never seen anyone do before.âÂ
Keagan broke the silence.
He reached out and picked up the little wooden block - holding it between gloved fingers. Garen glanced at it for a moment, but his eyes came back to her.
He was moving before he realized he wanted to. He had risen from the seat and had taken a few steps towards her before he knew what he would do when he reached her. When he did, however, he only reached out - gently - and placed a hand against her back.
There were tears in her eyes.
âI know itâs bad.â She said - her voice breaking. Someone had told her it was - probably recently, probably panicked. âPlease donât...be mad.â She was trying not to start sobbing. Garen could hear it in her voice and see it in the little shake of her shoulders.
âShhh...â Garen tried to soothe her - his hand gently patting.
And then she had turned and pressed against him. She clung to him and her little shoulders shook. She trusted him still, it seemed. He was glad for that - and heartbroken. He held her gently and let her release a little sob.
âNo one is mad.â He reassured her - although he knew that wasnât true. He was able to say it though because at least...no one there was angry. How could he be angry? How could he be anything but worried for her. He knew he should be...worried for what she could do - for the things she could do and people she could hurt. But how could anyone be afraid of such a little thing?
âWeâll...help you. I promise.â
Why had he said that? Why had he promised something? Promised anything? He couldnât help it. It had just spilled forth. He wanted to reassure her. He wanted to protect people like her - to comfort them.Â
Keagan had stood and gone to the door. He didnât hear the words exchanged between his fellow soldier and the girlâs father, but he heard voices. The door closed - and he heard more. He heard Keaganâs voice - soft at first, then a little more stern. He could only guess that Keagan was asking - then insisting - for the excess visitors to leave, given the sound of the front door opening and closing a couple of times soon after.
For his part, he gave more reassurances - voice gentle and warm. And she calmed - tears drying and breath slowing.
The door opened again and Keagan returned.
Gloved hands reached down and took the little girl carefully. Garen almost wanted to refuse to let her go - to keep a hold of her there. He stood up - perhaps a little too quickly to hide the sudden jolt of anxiety he felt because Keagan offered him a gentle and reassuring smile. He held the girl against his hip and said something to her. Garen didnât catch what it was - not sure if it was a phrase he didnât know or if it was just said in that quick way the commoners tended to speak, cracking their words together in a way that made them hard to understand if you didnât listen to them enough.
But she nodded and held onto his arm. He carried her to the door that remained open and Garen saw her mother come and sweep her up into her arms - holding her close, kissing her cheeks with all the untempered love she held for her.Â
Good, he thought. Good. She loves her. Sheâs not afraid. Good.
Slowly, Keagan closed the door.
And then they were alone.
His friend turned to face him.
âWhat do we do?â
He heard a crack in Keaganâs voice. He almost thought to desperately try to lighten the mood by commenting on its similarity to back when Keaganâs voice had been changing and it had frequently cracked when he would sing or try to shout.
But this was very much not the time, and the thought of bringing it up soured quickly.
âI...Donât...â
Garen hated being uncertain.
When he had first heard about a mage being reported in one of the villages...he was ashamed now to admit that he had been almost excited. It would be a chance for his unit to prove themselves - he had thought. It would be a chance to eliminate a threat to their people. He had envisioned some evil and twisted thing from stories - some cruel threat. How had he not thought of this first? He, of all people, should have thought of this first.
A little girl. A daughter. A sister.
It had come to him - the thought of this - soon after. He had worried over it and tired to keep himself from doing so - reassuring himself that most mages were threats. Most magic was a threat. An open and angry threat.
And he had come to find a little girl that trusted him.
âWe canât...â Keagan started. Garen was sure his lip or cheeks would be bleeding by the end of today. He practically saw him bite this time - saw the pull.Â
âWe canât...hurt her.âÂ
He couldnât say the word, but they both knew it was there. They both knew.
âIf...if thatâs what you suggest then Iâm going to-â
âNo.â
Garen interrupted him. He didnât want Keagan to think for an instant that that was where his mind was.
âNo. We canât. And we canât let anyone else.â
His mind went to other units, other commanders, other people who could have been called here who might have had different instincts. He wanted to think there werenât any, but he knew better than that.
He heard Keagan release a breath - saw the flicker of a smile. He was relieved.
Garen swallowed.
âWe...The Church has homes...special, particular caregivers who...might be able to...â
He heard Keagan scoff.
âThe Church. Lovely. Iâm certain theyâll be the kindest and...best replacement for family and home.â
âKeagan...I know that you arenât...I know that itâs not the best we would want, but-â
âBut what? She thinks people are mad now? Whatever matron or priest there they trust with this kind of information will make her-â
âKeagan-â
âMore than afraid, more than-â
âKeagan-â
âAt best theyâll try to make her forget it ever happened - at worst-â
âKeagan!â He tried to say it firmly enough to interrupt his friend, but not so loud to shout into the other room, âWhat other choice do we have?â
Keagan was quiet then.
His boots made a soft, but clear sound against the wood as he walked across the room. He sat on one of the beds - head hanging, arms resting on his knees. Garen wondered if he should go to him, rest a hand on his shoulder. He stayed where he was though - for now, at least.
âWe could...â Keagan started - and stopped.
Garen took a couple of steps closer.
âWe could...not report it.â
Garen stopped.
Keaganâs eyes snapped up to him.
âItâs just you and me, Garen. No one else in the unit came into the house. No one else saw. We can just...tell the other villagers it was a mistake. Tell her parents to be cautious. To...discourage her from...We could just...not.â
Garen wished it was so simple as that. He wished it dearly. But it wasnât. More than the two of them knew. The unit knew why they were there. Friends and family knew enough details. The village probably all knew by now and wouldnât forget easily. The people who had received the message knew. The commanders who had given out the orders knew.
â...And what if someone comes to review? To check again to be certain?â
â...We tell her not to show anyone else.â
âAnd when she grows up? If she does something accidentally? If she...â He hesitated, âHurts herself? Or someone else?â
âThatâs a lot of âifâs instead of a very certain us sending her off somewhere where people will treat her like...like sheâs wrong. Like sheâs dangerous.â
Keaganâs eyes found his - as if daring him to say âshe is dangerousâ. But Garen did not. He couldnât bring himself to say that.
Even if she could be some day.
âSheâd be safer there. And she could grow up to live a normal life.â
âI doubt that very much. Have you ever met someone who grew up in one of the churchâs care homes?â
âMore normal.â
There was quiet between them again. Garen didnât like it - feeling like he was arguing with Keagan. They both wanted the same thing - for her to be safe. To be able to keep their promises.
âWhat else can we do, Keagan? If we donât help her now, someone else could come to a new report, or to double check our findings - and they could be far less kind.â
Keaganâs gaze fell away again.
His fingers were intertwined.
He was refusing to look at him now.
âShe canât stay here, Keagan. Itâs not safe for anyone involved.â
âWe could...â
He waited, trying to see if Keagan would find anything this time.
âI mean...â
He waited.
âIn other places itâs...different. We both know that. They might not - the family. But we do. Piltover. Bilgewater. Shurima...Nox...Noxus.â
â...Keagan.â
âWe could...help them find their way somewhere. Piltover is friendly with Demacia - friendly enough. Iâm sure theyâd-â
âKeagan. We canât. It would never be approved to send an entire Demacian family passed the borders.â
âWhen I said âweâ I didnât mean Demacia.â
Garen was silent.
âKeagan.â
âI know.â
âThat could be seen as trea-â
âI know.â
âDo you?â
Keagan was silent again.
Garen felt that pain in his chest again. For the little girl. For his friend who he knew was desperately searching for anything - who could get carried away. He knew how intensely he wanted to help - to find some solution, because Garen wanted it too.
âYou canât talk like that. I donât want...anyone to hear you talk like that.â
Keaganâs eyes found him again. The gaze was softer now.
Garen took those last couple of steps and reached out, squeezing his shoulder gently.
âWe donât have to say everything that happened. There are people who can help children who...may be showing some signs. They donât need to know how much she can do. She can just...be someone who has the potential to be afflicted. No one would...accept her otherwise.â
âAfflicted.â Keagan echoed - a terrible sense of spite to his tone.
Garen wondered if he should ask more about this - about Keaganâs particular distaste.Â
He didnât.
âSorry.â
Keagan followed shortly.
Garen squeezed his shoulder again.
âI am certain her mother at least can go with her. Maybe not...stay with her - at least for a while. Everything will be quiet. They will see her, teach her, care for her - and eventually they will say she is educated and safe from the curse and she can go home.â
He didnât know if he trusted himself on that. There was a difference between a child who may potentially show some eventual affinity for the arcane and one who could already manipulate it. But what else could he do? He could not ignore it - not when people already knew something was happening. But he could not do anything...more extreme. He wondered guiltily if he was just trying to pass off the duty to someone else. What would happen if someone who thought they were just watching over a child to be sure she did not become afflicted and that she was safe saw her do the things they had just seen?
No.
This was the best he could do. The best within his power, within the law, within...It was the best that he could do for her.
He would check in on her, he told himself. He would keep his promise. She would be alright.
He felt a hand brush his and was almost startled. Keaganâs hand had grasped his that had been resting by his side. Garen was uncertain for a moment - but then, Keagan moved to stand, using his grip for balance and Garen stiffened his hold and stance in return to help his friend up from the small bed.
âLead the way,â Keagan said, holding out a hand towards the door that would lead them back to the waiting family.
âCommander Crownguard.â
Keagan had said it to him several times - that title - since he had been promoted even further above him. He teased about every step through the ranks that Garen made - both of them knowing that someday he may be so far above him that orders would pass through at least a level or two before they reached Keagan. Garen would try to see him moved further along with him - moved as his work and wit merited. But they both knew what a name meant.
Keagan had teased him with the title several times, but this was not one of those times.
Garen was the commander in this situation. And he had made their decision.
And that rested heavy on him as he took his first steps towards the old wooden door.
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