Notes before reading:

*Emilia (Evaine) LeBlanc is full name of LeBlanc.

*Jericho Swain is full name of Swain.

*Katarina Du Couteau is full name of Katarina.

*Talon has been trained by Katarina's father. Check LoL Wiki if you don't believe me.

*I am using some of the facts from the lore. Some I put in as I see fit.

*Map of Valoran can be found on Wikipedia- Map of Valoran.

*All the names used in story regarding places such as Marches of Kaladoun, exist on the map. I didn't make them up.

Enjoy. Thank you for your attention :)

-Dying Twilight-

Prelude:

For years, no one dared to question her abilities. No one dared to look at her in the eye and hold gaze longer than two seconds. She was feared, she was merciless, she was strong and unyielding. And then the reformation came.

Accursed ignorant fools. She could have bring the country into the full, beautiful bloom, yet she had to step down. Overpowered and cast aside, she had to wait for years. And she did, patiently watching the fall of her country at the hands of brainless animals. The strength they had, they didn't know how to use.

It was disgraceful.

So she waited. Their weakness grew and the land was threaten to fall and crumble like piece of glass. She chose that moment to step through the crack that they opened and force them down.

The Noxus was in shambles. She could see fear etched on their faces, pitiful looks, almost ready to beg for their miserable lives. Is this to what Noxus has come to? Begging? Crawling? Bowing their heads?

Where are the glorious Captains that almost had her head slain? They are supposed to be powerful now, not cowering in corners like miserable cowards they denied to be.

They are supposed to be at the gates, taking her head off her shoulders for even showing up.

Yet no one is there to greet her.

She chuckled: "How disappointing..."

-One Year Later...-

Emilia closed the tome slowly and leaned back in her high chair. Her eyes wandered across the the room, stopping at the window. A slight smirk crept up on her face. It has been a year since she returned back to Noxus. A whole year. And a lot of things had changed, even her standing in this pitiful country.

She met and old friend wandering the halls of the Institute. She was overwhelmed to see him, and he didn't hide his pleasure that she wasn't dead. They reconnected and shared some crucial information. She had to admit that she was very relieved to see someone from 'Black Rose' wandering around.

Swain didn't tell her much about the politics, but she was sure that he had all the strings needed in his hands. Their maneuver of capturing that prince, was masterfully performed. Since then, they just focused to rebuild the guild. And she couldn't complain about that. She wanted 'Black Rose' to be back to its full power.

Emilia was there when he got promoted to High Command, and even if she shouldn't, she felt pride overwhelm her. Step by step, they were getting closer.

She stood up and placed the tome back on the shelf, when someone knocked on the door. After a pause, Jericho Swain entered the office.

"I hope I don't disturb you, Emilia."

"Not at all. I just finished the paperwork. I assume you are here to discuss the trip?" She took off her cape and threw it over the chair.

"Keen as always. There are certain points we need to discuss." He sat down across of her desk, the Raven landing on his shoulder.

She nodded and sat down: "I am listening."

Swain entwined his fingers, tilting head back: "We had previously agreed that you have company on the trip. While I know that your skills are at top notch, you are wandering in Demacian territory. I cannot let you waltz in there alone."

"I guess you have someone in mind that I should take with me?"

"Yes. I had sent the word to several of our best soldiers to follow you. This is the list," he leaned over the desk, handing her the paper.

She skimmed over the names and smirked: "These are quite some followers. Are you sure they will be able to come?" She placed list down: "Last time I checked, Katarina and Talon were undergoing some fierce training."

"They agreed to put the training to hold. This is more important and they know that. If we succeed..."

"You don't have to tell me. I know what will happen if we do..." She pulled out the map of Valoran from the drawer, placing it on the table. "Show me the path."

Swain nodded and leaned over: "The path is simple. When you arrive at the Institute, you take south of it. Let them see you close to Morgon's Path. Make them think you will pass there and enter Demacia from the south."

He leaned back, smirking: "I am sure you will be able to handle the deceiving."

She smirked back: "Was there ever a doubt?" She chuckled: "So after we deceive them, we hide our tracks and enter Demacia on the big door."

"Yes. You will pass through Marshes of Kaladoun. Fifth companion will wait for you there to take you across."

Swain fell silent for a moment.

"The Demacians are throwing a celebration in honor of prince Jarvan the IV. Be careful. The Crownguards will be extremely wary." He sighed, "And don't let Katarina stir trouble with Garen again, for God's sake."

Emilia laughed, folding the map: "I am not her babysitter. If she wants to die, then so be it."

"She can't die that easily, but it will be in your best interest to enter and leave Demacia without causing too much commotion." Swain looked at her seriously: "You do know that Vayne is at your heels as soon as you leave Noxus?"

"Yes, I know. You don't need to remind me about it."

"I hope I don't have to." He stood up, leaning on his cane. "You are leaving in three days, right?"

Emilia stood up too: "Yes. I will get some supplies and then meet with the others." She took her cape, draping it over her shoulders. "Whom should I look for when I reach the Marches?"

The door creaked open and Raven exited before Swain and Emilia: "You don't need to look for anyone. She will find you."

Emilia nodded. She turned off the lights and closed the door silently after them.

-Three Days Later...-

"That hag really has the nerve!"

Talon glanced at his companion, clearly not amused either.

"Who is she to order me around? I am not her goddamn puppet for fucks sake. She should find someone else to lick her boots."

"The order came from Swain, not LeBlanc."

"It's the same goddamned thing!" Katarina stabbed dagger in the nearby wall, clearly pissed off.

Talon was crouching on the nearby stone fence, looking curiously at the redhead now.

"Just what are you implying?"

She looked up at him and rolled eyes: "You know very well what I mean. Those two are like hand and glove. When you speak of one, you speak of the other too."

Talon didn't have anything to add to that. What's true is true. He remained silent, watching Katarina pace around, occasionally slamming her heel into the wall.

But before she could start another rant, a cloaked vision entered the street, taking full attention from the assassins.

"I hope I didn't make you wait."

Katarina's glare hardened and she rolled eyes again, but said nothing. Talon jumped down, nodding.

"We arrived several minutes ago."

Emilia nodded: "Then let us get going. Our fourth companion is waiting for us at the Institute."

Katarina fixed her buckles: "Who is it?"

Emilia smirked and turned towards Talon: "How fast can you knock out the guards of Nexus Fragment?"

Talon glanced at Katarina, and she returned the stare.

"Don't tell me we are going to free HIM?" redhead asked incredulously.

"I don't see why not," LeBlanc smirked.

Talon looked worried for a moment, but otherwise remained silent. Katarina threw him disapproving look then turned back to Emilia: "It is too risky. Don't you have anyone else to bring?"

LeBlanc, on the other hand, didn't look worried at all and just chuckled, going down the street: "Trust me."

Talon and Katarina exchanged looks of 'not-in-million-years' but went after her.

To Be Continued...