Quinn & Talon Music Video with Lore--READ FIRST IF YOU CARE ABOUT LORE

Pissed.

That was the best description of Quinn’s mood. The Demacian Command had sent her on another recon mission to scout the Fork Load, which was their little name for the Noxian army. Quinn was used to scouting and enjoyed her work, but some things were more important than others. Almost everyone who knew Quinn knew of her brother’s passing when she was young. She held the memory dear to her heart and set out once a year to remember him with her family. In the past, the Demacian Command knew this was sacred to her, but now of all days, they had the nerve to send her out into this filthy jungle when she should be honoring her brother. To think the Command would forget about a young boy so dedicated to Demacia that he risked his life in training adventures. They forgot about him as if he were common pocket lint. Quinn tried to work something out but they were having no such thing. Apparently the High Council of summoners wanted her specifically to go on today’s mission, for some unfathomable reason. They forced the command to send her. So there she was, searching the jungle.

Breaking her from her thoughts was Valor. He gently nudged her cheek. After confirming that he had Quinn’s attention, Valor looked forward toward a small camp of four people.. Quinn quietly thanked him for keeping his eye on the mission when she could not and moved through some brush to get a closer look. Upon further inspection she realized just what group of people she had stumbled upon. Sitting around a campfire were none other than her worst enemies: Swain, the Noxian general, LeBlanc, Katarina, & Darius. They appeared to be resting from travel. She found what she was looking for; the Fork Load was right in front of her.

She motioned for Valor to get the attention of her back squad, which was lagging behind about a half-mile. He gave a nod of agreement and started flapping away silently, so as not to attract the attention of their enemies. Quinn searched for a vantage point before deciding on a bush in the middle of the river. She sat inside and reached into her pocket, retrieving a picture of her family. The picture was old, taken when she was about the age of six, featuring her mom, dad, uncle, and brother. She stopped for a moment, staring at her brother, reminiscing of the times they would go outside training and adventuring. They dreamed to one day become Demacian legends. Quinn began to remember the treacherous fall that once shattered her entire childhood.

It was raining heavily that day, and it would only get worse. Her brother made sure that she made it safely across a log that stretched over a ravine-made gap in the woods. The log was extremely slippery, which made it hard to cross, but her brother somehow managed to help her to the other side. Suddenly, she turned around to see him struggling to cling to the rotting log. It was the only thing keeping him from plummeting down into the deep ravine. Quinn was afraid, scared out of her mind. Children should not be in such a dangerous situation, but they just had to be adventurers try to cross the ravine. She tried to speak to him, but the storm overpowered her voice. She had to get to him. It was her fault they were out there. She talked him into coming along. “Caleb! Hold on! I’m coming!” she shouted. She was about to climb on the log before Caleb shouted back at her, “No! Stay away. I can do it on my own!” “I can help! Just let me grab you!” “Don’t you dare, Quinn.. Just give me a sec-,” his sentence was cut off by a sudden shift in the log. The rotted log combined with rainwater and Caleb’s weight had made a nasty combination. The log slowly began to crack from its center. He could feel it about to give way. By this point Quinn was crying her eyes out for she knew what was to come in a matter of seconds. She tried to speak, to tell him how sorry she was, to tell him how it was her fault, but she couldn’t seem to get any words out of her mouth. “Listen, Quinn,” he said softly through the rain, although how she even heard him through the storm was beyond her. “Go home and get help. Get Mom and Dad and don’t come back here, OK?” he instructed her. “No! What about you? I can’t leave you!” “Just do it, OK!” “...I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Caleb.” “Nothing to be sorry about, I’m going to make it out of here.” She couldn’t look at him. She was barely listening to him through her sobs. “Look at me! Look at me Quinn. I promise I’ll make it out of here. Now go get help.” She wanted to object, to tell him how stupid he was being, but she just ran. She ran home to her parents. They called the guard to help find their son, but couldn’t search through the storm.

One year later, Quinn returned to the the ravine hoping to see her brother there, waiting for her. It had become a daily routine, an everlasting cycle of disappointment. She knew he wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t say dead, she couldn’t say it. She saw the usual, large gap in the ground which had become almost hidden from overgrowth. The log wasn’t there. Caleb wasn’t there. She began to cry, knowing full and well that she wouldn’t see him again. She cried until a winged creature, who noticed her sobbing commotion, swooped by and landed on her shoulder. She was astounded by its beauty, a Demacian eagle. It was indeed the stuff of legend. They were thought to be extinct. She tried to get the bird off of her by shoving it away, but to no avail. It seemed to be drawn to her in her time of need and latched onto her shoulder. After fruitless attempts to get rid of the bird, she took it home and decided to name him Valor. From then on Valor would become a family pet that protected each and every member of her family.

“Liar…you idiot.” she whispered. Her memories were interrupted by something sharp, gently pressing itself against her neck. It was a blade. Someone had sneaked up on her during her daydream. Quinn cursed herself for being so weak as to grieve on the battlefield. “Who are you? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?” Her attacker didn't answer. Instead, he moved the blade away and kicked her in the back, forcing her into the river.They were dueling it out with her firing arrows at him only to have him block or cut threw them. Valor swooped down to attack but would for some unknown reason purposely miss, as if he couldn’t attack Talon at all. After what seemed like 20 minutes of fighting, Quinn found herself backed into a corner. He pointed his blade at her neck, intent on killing. But...he froze. A loud battle cry could be heard in the middle pathway. A battle was taking place without them even noticing. Talon looked at Quinn underneath the shade of his hood. “Stay out of my way should you wish to keep your neck.” he then dashed into to fight from the top bush, not knowing that she was right behind him. Talon and Quinn joined the fray, Quinn fighting the Noxian force while Talon fought the Demacian squad. Neither of them glanced at each. They held a silent truce.

Talon and Quinn were the last people standing after the skirmish between two sides. She stood breathing heavily, trying to elude the exhaustion that would surely come over her soon. Talon on the other hand was barely sweating at all. After what seemed like hours of recuperation she stood up and shot a quick glance at him, testing the waters of an unspoken truce. She noticed it was the first time she had ever seen his face. Quinn saw something bone-chillingly familiar about his face. Talon, realizing that his hood had come off during the fight, quickly put it back on in an attempt to hide his face. It was a failed attempt nonetheless. They just stood there. Talon looking away from her and Quinn staring right at him. Minutes passed before he began to walk away, only walking three steps before hearing her talk, something he wished wouldn’t happen.

“...Caleb.” she said, almost unsure of herself. There was a pause. A sickening pause. “You must have me mistaken for somebody else.” That voice, that arrogance. It had to be him. “You kept your promise after all.” “Like I said, you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Talon. Of Nox-” “How long?” she interrupted. He didn't answer. She spoke again. “You can always come home. No matter what you’ve done...you’re welcome back.” Hearing that made him visibly flinch. “I’m leaving, and I suggest you do the same. An army will be here by noon.” And with that he walked off without a second glance.

Story by Brendon Bridges, http://youtube.com/bmanbridges