"Heretic!"

"I speak only the truth!"

A blinding, deafening collision of light occurred as blades clashed, the force of the blows cratering the ground around the two women. Dark brown hair flew backwards, mirroring the reaction of the silver opposite. Leona, Chosen of the Sun, and Diana, Chosen of the Moon, were once more locked into the eternal struggle that destiny had twisted them into. Almost in a mockery of the two, the Sun and the Moon were both in the sky, twilight pervading across the land as the sun began to set.

Not that Leona worried, it would always rise again. As her fallen ally swung at her once more with the moon-shaped blade, she quickly raised her Shield of Dawn to counter the blow. Impact, steel on steel resounding through the air as neither combatant moved, despite unwavering resistance from the opposite side. The wickedly curved Moonsilver Blade shined brightly then, as Diana withdrew it to strike once more, the power of the celestial body above coursing through it. Leona shot forward before the deadly third strike of the blade could be used against her, forcing the blade aside with her shield, before delivering a powerful kick to Diana's chest.

The silver-haired woman stumbled back, but recovered her balance quickly.

"The wheels of fate have already begun to turn, Leona. There is no avoiding our fate! The prophecy is unfolding before your eyes and you are still blinded by the Sun's lies!"

"There is no such thing as destiny, fallen. Betraying the Solari, killing the Elders, those were your choices, not some prophecy!"

"They left me no other path!"

Beams of light erupted from the blades of the two armored combatants, a devastating and blinding spectacle erupting in the ever persistent twilight. As the destructive energies faded, both combatants stood still.

"To think that I used to-" Leona began to speak, but she was silenced as the woman's body before her shifted to moonlight, striking her in the chestplate upon re-emerging. The blow dented her armor, knocking the wind from her. Leona fell back, but was quickly pulled straight back to as she slammed her blade into the ground, and grasped her by the throat.

"I know what it meant, I know how you felt. I know I can never be forgiven…" The Scorn of the Moon whispered, her voice falling quiet as the sun began to disappear over the horizon. A tear streamed down her face as she squeezed her enemy's throat in an iron grip. Leona dropped both her shield and sword, attempting to pry away the grasping hand.

The moon rose high, as Diana pulled Leona closer to her, their lips connecting as darkness filled the air bit by bit. Pulling the Moonsilver Blade from the ground, she hesitated only slightly as she broke the kiss.

The blazing orange light set over the horizon, night blackening the sky, as the blade buried itself into the Chosen of the Sun.

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With an ominous silence, the door before her opened without as much as the slightest warning. She stepped out of the darkness, seemingly clinging to her form as if it were a very part of her nature; willing to hide her within its depths. In a swift movement, her body was inside of the previously locked room, making no noise even as her pointed heels impacted against the stone flooring. Her figure was small, slender, and silhouetted by dangerous spikes that jutted from the clothing that could make even the saltiest of sailors stare. Perhaps they stared in awe of her beauty, or for curiosity of the dark blue flesh that made up her skin, or the fear at the recognition of whom she was: The Widowmaker.

"That was far too easy…" She giggled in a menacing, echoing whisper that carried a terrifying chill of the unnatural. With an eerie grace, she moved in an absolute and haunting silence that gave no indication that she was within the room. No one was here, her hearing and smell confirmed that much for her, but there was no sense in becoming complacent with her refined technique. Licking her lips, her fearsome, yellow eyes darted around the living area. Nothing indicated any change; no traps nor new items for her to explore.

The wicked assassin's violet fingernails trailed lightly along the dining table, grasping an apple from a bowl on top of it. The resident of the room wasn't so attentive to detail to realize it was missing, and with a cold smile, Evelynn took a bite from the delicious fruit. Her deadly, pointed teeth easily carved through the apple, and she pulled it away to lick a small trail of juice from the corner of her lip quickly. It was a moment to savor.

Continuing to eat the apple as she waltzed through the room as if she owned it, she proceeded on until she met another door. The same door she had been through dozens of times already. She hardly seemed to put any effort at all, as a mysterious spell of her weaving unlocked the barrier, and opened it just like the previous. Evelynn let out a small and wicked giggle as she entered the bedchamber, noting that it was a complete wreck unlike its usual pristine organization. Bed unmade, clothes everywhere… Someone was still having nightmares, perhaps? Her lips stayed in their perpetually evil smile as she thought back to the young girl lying in her bed, tossing and crying in her sleep hopelessly. Nocturne did fine work when he wanted to, didn't he?

Business before pleasure, the half-vampire reminded herself, and she quickly darted across the room to Luxanna's dresser. Ah, the numerous protective incantations over it were so delightfully amusing. It was as if she wanted it to scream: "I hide all of Demacia's secrets here!"

Her dangerously sharp fingertips slid past the enchantments as if they never even existed – She didn't even have to disarm them, they were merely unaware of the invasion. Confident in her trespass, the Widowmaker proceeded, stepping through the spells and opening the drawer she knew to contain Luxanna's exchanges with the military might. At the bottom of the drawer was the treasure she desired; a small bundle of letters with thread entwined around them. The predatory creature cast her fingers through the strange, inhumanly spiked, and uniquely violet hair that seemed to defy any physical law against it, before she reached down to gather the stash of writings.

Skillfully, the letters were manipulated out of their bindings without any damage. For a prodigal mage and ex-spy, the Crownguard certainly did lack proper security on such secrets. The Widowmaker practically knew everything about the girl and her history. However, much to her disappointment as she sifted through the letters, the last one dated back to two weeks ago. Demacia clearly wasn't involved in the disappearance of the Exile.

As she began the meticulous process of placing everything back in order untouched, Evelynn could only ponder the mystery in her mind: Who, if not Demacia, Noxus, or Ionia, had kidnapped Riven..?

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A shrill scream erupted from Lux's throat, but it was quickly silenced as a grasping hand of darkness flew through the brush, pinning her to a tree within Summoner's Rift. The ethereal being leapt upon her, its nightmarish veil covering the Rift.

Vayne and Sona both ceased their combat, likely as confused and stunned by what had just occurred as their Summoners were.

Blank, white eyes stared into Luxanna's, the being's face an emotionless mask of darkness.

"Luxanna Crownguard…" Nocturne spoke, his free arm rising to level a serrated blade to her neck. "If you truly fear me as much as I sense, it would be wise not to invoke my wrath. Fight, or I will kill you myself…"

Luxanna quivered, gasping for air as she attempted to free herself. She didn't want to be here!

[Fight. It is the only way you can move forward,] Malpercio's voice spoke within her mind, urging her to listen to Nocturne.

Luxanna saw now why the Summoners had conspired to place her within this match, the Eternal Nightmare to be her ally. They wanted her to attempt to move beyond her fears, to be able to function under them… To conquer them… She shuddered, surprised to feel a tear of weakness fall from her right eye. How pathetic she was, Demacia's finest reduced to crying at the hands of Nocturne – Passages of the Measured Tread taunted Luxanna's weakness.

She gripped her staff firmly in her hand then…

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Vayne barely had time to tumble out of the way, her reaction purely instinctual. There had been no time to think about the motion, the beam of disintigrating light annihilating her cape, and much to her dismay, her partner Sona. The Maven of Strings hadn't stood a chance against the blast. Well, Lux was back in the fight, wasn't she? Through the dark lenses of her glasses, she watched Nocturne emerge from the brush, instantly slicing down a wave of minions with his extended Umbra Blades. The Night Hunter couldn't help but be a tad curious at what had just occurred, as Luxanna also emerged from the brush, calmly and steadily walking with a newfound determination that had she had not entered the match with…

No time to ponder. She raised her arm and watched as a silver bolt flew and impaled an enemy cannon minion.

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The match continued, and with Luxanna having rejoined the fight, it seemed victory was inevitable. Nocturne's scoring had recovered greatly, as she had shielded him from Vayne's assault, Veigar was absolutely dominating mid-lane against the new champion, and Renekton, while unleashing a relentless assault, was unable to move Dr. Mundo out of the top lane. Still, tower by tower, progress was made, and through teamwork, it seemed that they were assured victory. The first Lux would have had in a while.

Moving through the deepest parts of the jungle, Luxanna moved through the brush in an attempt to ward it. Her course of action however, was interrupted. With a scream, she fell back on her rear, dropping her staff, as a clown head suddenly leapt at her from the grass, laughing mockingly at her misfortune.

In an orange puff of smoke, her staff was picked up in front of her as the owner of the Jack-in-the-Box appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Shaco, the Demon Jester, stood there grinning literally ear from ear.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Crownguard! You're looking a little lost!" He chuckled, flipping a shiv idlely in his hand, "Why don't I help you find your way back to base..?"

With a quick roll, Lux quickly evaded the knife that the clown hurled at her in the blink of an eye. Bastard – She was defenseless without her staff to channel offensive magic, nor would he allow her the time to bend the light around her into invisibility.

"Oh! Such grace! I wonder if you can move like that without any legs? Let's fin-" The Jester's mockery was halted in its tracks as the jungle, inconceivably, grew darker, and the presence of despair filled the air. Shaco barely had time to stick out his tongue, drop the staff, vanish into a puff of smoke before blades of death sliced through the air where he had just been.

In the air, darkness twisted in fury, as if trying to detect which way its prey had fled. It relented, Nocturne dropping its arms and casting a brief glance towards Luxanna.

Realization dawned upon the young woman – Perhaps it was because she was blonde that it just now clicked – She had just been saved by the Eternal Nightmare. She sat there, dumbfounded as the creature looked at her, unmoving.

Finally, it spoke: "Are you going to remain idle long enough for me to report you to the Head Summoners, or are you going to grab your staff..?"

Luxanna shook her head back into coherent thought, quickly standing and moving to pick up her weapon as Nocturne floated back off into the Jungle. Maybe, just maybe, Luxanna thought, for as frightful of a creature as Nocturne was, he wasn't all that bad? He had just saved her from what was likely about to be an excruciatingly painful death at the hands of the insane Shaco…

Luxanna heard the call of her allies then – They were all gathering mid-lane for a final push. Time to end this!

-Author's Notes -

FUCK. That is all I have to say. Well, okay, maybe not. I hope everyone had a good holiday season. I sure as hell didn't when I found out that the –twice as long as this- chapter I had been planning to upload was missing from its saved location. Well, rather than force you all to wait while I type that up again, I decided to upload this. Syndra's chapter will be uploaded soon as well… She's gonna feed, and gonna feed hard.

On another note, to all Korean Shaco players: Fuck you, I hope you die and fall. Stop camping my bushes by red whenever I jungle. Thank you.

Holy crap 18K+ Views!? Is this story actually popular?!

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