Demacia was old, and they hated magic despite Jarvan IV forbidding the persecution of mages. Sylas did a number on Demacians, and their fears won’t go away with just a simple proclamation. And that fear was why you won’t find any information about Darkins in the Alabaster Library. You did try, and all you discovered were books about the evil of mages or how to dispose of mages before they could chant their spells. If it wasn’t those, it was old scriptures about the winged protector and the veiled lady.
“I didn’t know you have an interest in the scriptures,” A blonde-haired girl beamed underneath your arms. It’s your sister Lux, now known as the Governess of Terbisia after the mage rebellion. She looked more luminous and beautiful than the official splash art.
“Lu– Lux! Good to see you here,” You don’t think you’ll get used to how manly your voice is. “What brings you here?”
“I’m just here on bureaucratic errands. The paperwork just doesn’t end! On some days, I’d rather fight nightmarish demons on Fossbarrow than this. So, what are you searching for? I could help since I've read most of the books here.”
“Do you know about the Darkins?” you asked.
“Hmmm… I don’t know the word, but it sounds like Shuriman. If that were the case, you wouldn’t find anything about that here. Uncle Eldred had the last books about Shurima purged. Although, I know someone who knows a lot about Shurima.”
“Really? Can you introduce me to this person?”
“That would be a problem since he is currently in Piltover… Probably? I don’t know. He travels a lot.”
For a while, you’re starting to realize who this person is. “Does he call himself Jarro Lightfeather?”
“Oh! You know him. Then there’s your answer. Although, I don’t think that was his actual name.” A brown-haired girl appeared from the door and called Lux over. It was her secretary, you think. “Sorry, Garen. Duty calls.”
With that, you’ve set your sights on your new destination – Piltover, the thriving city of progress. For a contrasting juxtaposition in this magical world, Piltover sat perfectly on the lore. Traveling there would take months, probably less if you possessed someone faster than this hulking mass of muscle. Although, ditching this body would mean you’d lose the prestige and privilege of the Crownguard name. You’ll also miss this massive cock that was throbbing for attention since you woke up this morning. And now, you have a choice. Will you travel to Piltover as Garen, or will you ditch his body to get there faster?
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