When Jayce signed up for the job, it was just to get away from his forger family. As much as he adored being in the forge, slamming on pieces of metal…he was getting tired of it. He wanted to see the world, and perhaps, being a royal guard would be that option? Perhaps it would give him that freedom? That was his thought process, at least.

And it was safe, there hadn’t been attacks to the castle in years. Decades even. So obviously there wouldn’t be any in his time serving, right?

No, unfortunately. It was just his luck, four months into standing at the gates daily, there was an attack. A calculated attack, it wasn’t some random people fed up with the royals, no, this was a whole army. It couldn’t have been Ionia, they had made peace long ago. Nor could it be Noxius, as much as people wanted to assume.

It was the forest people, creatures that resided deep into the forest surrounding the castle. They wore masks of animals, and were obviously smart. Smart enough to nearly overrun the castle. But the manpower was little, and they were quickly run off by the army and guards.

Not before Jayce got stabbed but a sword though, they managed to get him right in the chest, and just his luck. He hadn’t been wearing his full armor suit. Though, it didn’t it anything vital. But god it hurt.

He was rushed to the healing room, he and the healer had had talks before. Short little ones when they went out to collect herbs for healing. Jayce admired them, but also found himself curious. They were mysterious but not in an unfriendly way, no, they were just…more closed off. And now could finally be his time to get closer to them.

“Is it bad?” Jayce asked softly as they pealed off his blood soaked shirt. “Well- I know it is, cause it hurts like a motherfucker. But I mean, am I gonna die?” He asked, trying to make humor out of this nasty situation.