Author's Note: I do not own any of the characters, places, etc., all characters belong to Riot.

His eyes suddenly flung open accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing as his eyes looked around in a heavy panic.

Plagued by nightmares again he thought.

It was then he began to hear it raining outside. The sound of rain was soothing, the soft taps of each drop rhythmically hitting the house like musical notes. He had always liked the rain, it was one of the few things that always relaxed him in his dark life. Tired and exasperated, Veigar lay in his bed tentatively staring at the ceiling in deep thought about the nightmares that always had plagued him. Maybe one day he would wake up to his nightmare coming to life, with his luck he thought that was a real possibility, including that he had already lived out his nightmares once. Little thoughts of his old life streamed through his consciousness as he lay with his arms crossed behind his head. Each second he could hear the rain getting softer and more gentle as it fell signaling the soon and sudden appearance of the morning sun.

He sighed to himself as he glanced around at his room, dark brown wooden floors that were equally complimented by a lighter wood on the walls covered in intricate magical symbols and designs along with rising columns at each corner of the room. The designs were originally for the plan of remembering certain spells and symbols from his books, but he found out that some symbols actually looked nice as an enhancement to the regular crisp wood on the wall. Tall narrow windows stood at intervals covering the walls from the floor to the ceiling also covered in black scribbles from his books, they offered a view of the clearing he had built his mansion on and a wall of trees that offered slitting views of the deep forest.

He had finally decided to get up after lines of sunlight gleamed through his windows illuminating the room in a soft coat of golden-yellow light. He slowly trudged over to his open closet surveying his catalog of various robes he had collected over the years. As usual, his normal purple robes and spiked gauntlets lay hanging in the middle.

He looked tiredly at his old robes, it was always the same routine for him every day. He would eat a simple breakfast, lock himself in his library, and study magic books for the most of the day. Maybe today he would change it up a bit, add a little excitement to his life and treat himself to a more relaxing approach. There was a spot he knew of far up the road towards the city where it was the perfect place to study his magic outdoors. Although he mostly wore his purple attire, the gauntlets were quite uncomfortable when worn for long periods of time and he was not intending to look intimidating for any travelers.

He slid all of his other robes until he got to the far end revealing a pure crisp white robe with shiny golden swirls all throughout the edges of both the robe and the hat, feeling it with the tips of his mangled fingers he could feel the cloth was thin. It had quite the elegance, looking as if it belonged to a mage of a royal court, but for Veigar's purposes of looking intimidating, he had never had to use it. However, considering that it was the middle of the summer he thought that the color and lack of thickness would help keep him cooler today. The big disadvantage, of course, was that this robe did not have his enchantment to cover his face with a dark shroud as he usually did, he never showed his scars that covered his face, it would be a sign of weakness to his enemies and himself. Perhaps he would just pull the hat down over his face to hide them, nobody would recognize him in his white robes anyway.

He quickly got dressed in his robes and went swiftly to his dining area across the hall, he quickly rummaged through his pantry and took out a measly muffin to eat. He loosely gazed at all the various artifacts he had around him as he ate in silence, some were ancient vases on tables, others were swords and staffs on that hung around on all of his walls. Yet, the most priceless artifacts to him were the many assortments of magic books that lay everywhere in his house, some lay open to pages with marginal notes, others lay in stacks around tables, more covered in sticky notes protruding from all the pages. Veigar never had anything much in hobbies, his only hobby included studying magic, it served to him as both a distraction from everything in his life and as a method of attaining limitless power. The word "Power" always rang in his head, it was one of the few things he wanted to make everyone pay for his suffering. All of Valoran would feel his wrath no matter what they were a part of.

But is that what you really want? A voice wondered in his head.

Veigar paused with wide eyes as he pondered the sudden question.

It is what I want he assured the voice.

How do you know? It countered.

What else would I want?...

Perhaps something else?...

He quickly shook his head to snap him back to reality and disregarded the question while ignoring the voice. Perhaps he had not eaten enough the day before. After he finished his muffin, he got a small pack and made some sandwiches to put in to eat for later. Then, he went to his library to get a book to read, saying his library is huge is an understatement. Bookshelves towered up high enough that the lone chandelier that lit up the room could not reach the top of them, books of every subject from every place lay in shelves, some of elemental magic, dark magic, and even alchemy could be found on his shelves. None of these was on his mind today, he walked to the far end of the room with a candle in his hand as he sorted through his catalog of shelves, a slight frown formed on his face when he finally found what he was looking for. He blew on the cover as a cloud of dust-covered the air around him, the book had not been touched in so long that the pages had cobwebs and the title had faded out of existence. Veigar knew that this was a book about light magic, one of the few magic schools that he was not educated in. Although he could do basic spells, he had, for the most part, relied mostly on his dark magic to do his deeds, but he knows that learning any type of magic could be used to his advantage and decided to bite the bullet this time. He quickly turned his head towards the large window in the room and saw the sun was still low in the sky, giving him plenty of time to go towards his destination.

He lifted the pack on his back as he closed the door making sure to look around before locking it. His house is located on the outskirts of the of Bandle City deep in the forest canopy, it was a favorable climate and it gave easy access to supplies when he needed them. The clearing he had built his house in was also very hard to notice (not to mention magic helps out) and offered wonderful sunlight, it doesn't mean that he can never be too cautious. He soon walked through the heavy groups of trees and popped out on the endless dirt road in front of him, he gazed to the north as he hoisted his pack once more and started walking. The effects of the morning rain were still noticeable as he looked around, droplets of water rained down from the thick leaves and the local wildlife seemed to be taking advantage of the free supply of water with various woodland creatures playfully fighting over little drops, but even the local wildlife would pause to look at Veigar, who emitted a dark aura anywhere he went. He could feel the stares of a billion little eyes, yet when he would look back at them, they would seem to have disappeared into the depths of the forest watching him silently. The forest trees themselves were quite condensed, packed together like a jungle combined with thick colossal light green leaves made for a canopy that extended out over the road in shade, only letting shafts of bright light in between the trees.

After a long walk, Veigar knew he was close, a lone side log lay on one side of the road in a tiny clearing, making the perfect bench for any traveler that wanted to rest a bit. Veigar took the opportunity to sit on the log and take out his "new" book to read. He gave a slight thought to just teleporting where he wanted to go, but he had decided he would change things up a bit, perhaps he could actually exercise himself as he rarely left his house unless it was for a supply run. No matter, he began to turn the pages and carefully noted each word, some spells he already knew such as directing a ray of sunlight to a specific location, others were more elusive to him such as bending light to hide the caster from plain view. However, there were numerous spells that caught his eye, some being blinding spells that would blind multiple targets (good escape) and others that involved illumination of a target (good for enemies that hide). He carefully wrote margin notes and bookmarked each page before slowly closing it. It wouldn't be long until he got to his destination and he needed to get there before the afternoon heat settled in, he once again packed up his book and heaved up his pack to start walking again.

It was only a short time that passed before Veigar paused to look at his surroundings again, to most travelers it was the same scenery as before, rows of trees and leaves covering each side of the road continuing endlessly, but what was harder to notice was one tree on the side of the road that had a thicker trunk than any of the other trees in the area, Veigar inspected the tree closely and knew he had reached his destination. He walked over past the right side of the tree and stared into the seemingly deep forest, all one could see was endless shade and more trees. Yet, he continued walking into this endless forest in a predetermined line, it was when he reached what seemed like a door made out leaves that he finally got to his oasis. He rushed to push out the leaves letting in a blinding ray of light as he walked out into a secret forest clearing. The clearing itself was fairly big, stray fallen logs lay around the perimeter of the door-like wall of leaves with tall grass swaying in the wind all around. It extended out along a cliff that overlooked more of the top of the forest canopy, even further was a grand view of Bandle City. Veigar could see the towering (for the yordles anyway) walls of the entrance along with numerous yordle citizens that appeared to be little ants wandering all over the marketplace stalls on the cobblestone streets, other buildings such as the town hall with its bell tower, the smell of restaurants around the main square, and random strewn wooden houses could also be seen from the cliff, it was quite a view that even Veigar found amazing. Combined with adequate room for sunlight made this spot a great place for anyone to sit around and relax.

Veigar picked a log right by the cliff and looked out into the city, he could see other yordles buying food and supplies from the stalls as he silently contemplated about his previous life. He could remember the times when he was just a child smiling at the shopkeepers as he would pay for supplies, or the great scent of culinary delights he would enjoy. These joys in his life only increased for the short time he traded around the provinces before everything went south. Sometimes though, even now, his old curiosity would still show as he questioned what has changed in the time of his absence, and his occasional decisions to walk to places instead of teleport. A single tear left his eye as he was in deep thought looking over the city, but he tightly closed them:

What's done is done… he admitted.

He turned his focus towards his backpack as he gently set it down and took out one of the sandwiches he had packed, he then turned his attention towards his book, and turned to one of his bookmarks, and began to read.

"Are we almost there?" a voice grumbled.

"Not quite, just a little further" another voice responded.

"You said that a while ago" it retaliated.

Two yordles were walking down the dirt road outside of Bandle City. One was quietly focusing on polishing her goggles, careful to remove any sign of blemishes and wore an elite Bandle City gunner vest. The other was holding a small blowgun and a picnic basket with a scouting outfit and a hat that was pulled over most of his face to shade him from the morning sun. The two yordles were heading out someplace to take a break from their recent missions and the hustle and bustle of the city. Recently, a citizen claimed that they saw a "mage" in the forest doing some type of "dark" magic at night, although both Teemo and Tristana knew that Veigar wasn't doing anything of the sort. The city was placed on high alert for a few days and required them to stay on guard for most of the night before it was determined a false alarm.

"Trist, can we take a rest already? We have walked for at least an hour" Teemo complained as he felt like his legs were going to give out any moment. Tristana had said she knew of a spot they could have a nice view of the city and have a picnic to relax a bit from the events of the past few days, but so far the only thing that Teemo had gotten was aching legs and tired arms from carrying the basket.

"You need to get more exercise if you consider that tiring" Tristana laughed as she pointed towards a tiny forest clearing with a log on it.

"We'll rest there a bit, then I promise we don't have much further" she smiled at him. Teemo practically ran and seemed to have fallen on the log heavily breathing in relief of finally getting some rest. Tristana gently sat down still smiling as she took a second look at their food they brought. She had packed some bread (the best in the city), sandwiches, biscuits, and some cake for dessert, all they needed for a hearty meal to indulge themselves in. A quick glance over revealed that Teemo was still fainting from the long walk as he lay on the log and shot a look back over to her.

"What is this spot you are taking us to anyway?" he inquired as he breathed heavily.

Tristana glanced up in thought for a second before responding, "Just wait a little bit, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it?"

Teemo exasperatedly sighed and nodded while looking back over at the ground and then back at the road. All he had seen for the last hour were trees, dirt, and more trees. Tristana had come over to his house saying she had a wonderful "surprise" for him, so far it had been almost the whole morning and he still doesn't know what the surprise is, but it was a nice change of pace from the last few nights of being on guard and he reluctantly accepted the invitation. Although he would have loved more than anything to catch his worst rival and toss him in jail for his crimes to his city, he knew he was smarter than to do magic in plain view of the city. Regardless both him and Trist had to listen to higher up orders and do what they were told. Though it had been more than longer that Veigar issued his usual threats and even while walking he was getting increasingly worried that he was planning something as he usually does. Thoughts of work filled his mind every second of the day, he always loved doing mission work and was always occupied with it. Even late at night, he would be sitting in his own room looking at briefings for missions well in advance and planning a course of action for them, it was one of the reasons he was one of the highest ranking scouts in Bandle City.

Tristana suddenly interrupted his quiet state of mind:

"Are you still thinking about missions?"

Teemo slowly nodded sensing the slight sadness in her voice.

"You know you are going to overwork yourself if you keep being occupied with missions all the time" she frowned.

Tristana was always worried about Teemo and his work. Although his dedication to protecting the city was one of the things she loved about him, sometimes she thinks that Teemo never takes the time to relax, sometimes Teemo would rather stay and think about next week's assignment than have a meal at the local Bandle City bakery with her and other friends. She could tell that Teemo grudgingly accepted her invitation and she shot a desperate look over at Teemo

"Can you just take a day to relax Teemo?" She sighed, "I know that you love your work, but you can't keep burning yourself out like this. Just take a day to not think about any of your duties and relax, you know the general will have more missions for us in a couple days."

Although he wanted to retaliate at her, he silently knew in his mind that she was right. All he did every day of the week was think of work. Perhaps he should just take a day to forget about his duties and enjoy his time with a good friend. It had been... a while since he has ever had a break.

"Ok" he finally responded looking back over at her with the first smile he has ever done in a while.

Tristana looked at him and started to smile before looking around at the wildlife, or rather the lack of, it was strange not to see any birds or woodland creatures out and about especially after a nice morning rain. She dismissed the observation and took one more look at Teemo who had finally seemed well rested enough to walk the rest of the way.

"You ready now? Not that much further."

"You said that a while ago" he smiled again.

She shot back a laugh as they both got off the log and started to walk again.

Magic was a complicated subject, even for the knowledgeable dark mage. There was a reason not many people, let alone yordles did not practice magic unless they were gifted. Casters had to cast spells as if it were an extension of their being, channeling every effect and aesthetic with their sheer thoughts and soul. That was only to cast spells from a staff, casting spells by hand was a whole different ball game requiring, even more, focus and concentration than most would put in. Yet, the reward and satisfaction of getting that perfect cast and having a spell work properly made the journey worth it. Then that spell could be used to learn other spells, feeding a never-ending curiosity for the thirst of knowledge and power. Perhaps it was curiosity that led Veigar to the path of magic, or magic found him and made itself a part of his being. Whichever the case he read each word carefully absorbing all the information like a sponge.

The wilderness was almost eerily silent as if nature itself knew the task at hand. Silently watching the dark mage at work as he turned each page. Veigar quickly nodded to himself as he was preparing to cast a simple spell he had not yet learned. Create a floating ball of light that could be guided by itself. There was another reason that magic was hard to learn for some, some spells had unintended side effects, though not present in most spells more powerful spells could potentially injure the caster if channeled improperly. Luckily, Veigar was only doing a basic spell, so he would not have to worry about that. At once, after taking a final look at the words, he held at his paws high above his head and closed his eyes.

Every part of himself and his conscious he put into the spell as he envisioned the ball of light in the air. Even the silent waving of leaves was put into the cast as he felt the power of his magic flow through his veins. His eyes slowly opened as a smile spread across his face as he stared at the anomaly of light he had created in the air, silently moving the ball in all different directions as a sign of his achievement. Veigar stared at his creation with an almost childlike wonder as the swirling bits of light twinkled even in broad daylight, making even the surrounding leaves, trees, and grass more beautiful in his peripheral vision. Suddenly, the trees and leaves disappeared in a sudden burst as Veigar's vision was covered in white. He quickly closed his eyes in reaction still seeing a blinding white, he couldn't see anything. He was only assured he was alive when he felt the soft thud of the grass he fell on as he started to breathe rapidly in a sudden panic.

What happened? He asked himself. Veigar KNEW that basic spells, even light spells had no side effects. He also knew for a fact that he had cast it right….Or did he?...Veigar didn't have time to answer his own question as the edges of his vision started to fade to a pitch black. His mind and body felt a rapidly advancing fatigue as more of his vision started to dull out.

You will be ok a voice in his head assured him.

Huh?...

Everything will be alright, I will help you it assured again.

Veigar figured he had no choice in the matter as his whole vision went black for a split moment before he slipped out of consciousness.

Tristana took a slight peek behind her, it was the first time she had ever seen Teemo skipping.

"I take a guess you're a happy little camper?" she mused.

"Just being my chipper self!" he exclaimed.

"You don't ever skip when you walk though..."

"I've never had time to think about it!" he laughed.

Tristana was happy to see Teemo so jubilant, she rarely sees Teemo being happy away from his missions. Although the scouting side was a nice part of him, seeing the other side of him was always worth it to her, the big smile that covered his face when he didn't think about his missions, and the caring eyes that were always a fresh sight compared to his scouting eyes. Perhaps she could get this side of him to come out more often.

"How much further?" he asked more excited this time.

She looked around and saw her landmark up ahead.

"Just up ahead" she smiled.

Teemo took a quick look around, admiring the beautiful wildlife, the bright sparkling green leaves, and towering trees all working together in unison to make a beautiful scene of nature as he danced about with a smile on his face. When was the last time he felt like this? Probably a while ago, he didn't want this feeling to end. Everything gave him a smile on his face as he stared around with gleaming wonder at every little thing he saw. He was so engrossed in his glee that he bumped into Tristana knocking the basket out of her hand.

"Sorry!" he laughed as he sat on the ground.

"It's alright, we're here anyway" covering her mouth slightly trying to contain her laughter.

Teemo looked around trying to find what she meant.

"What is it?"

"You see this tree here? The trunk is bigger than all the other ones surrounding it"

"Why does that matter?"

"You'll see silly! Come!"

Tristana rushed past the tree and started to walk straight with Teemo following closely behind. Even though he has seen much of the forest on his missions, he had never been to this particular spot. He suddenly gazed up in awe at a wall of bright green leaves, arranged in such a way that they seemed like a door to an alternate dimension.

"Is this the spot?" he finally asked.

"See for yourself" she chuckled as she moved part of the leaves for Teemo to get through.

No words could describe Teemo's reaction, it was a mixture of joy, shock, and pure glee at the beauty of this oasis in the forest. The only thing he could describe was the bright sun shining down as if this place was a slice of heaven. However, his content was abruptly shattered when he noticed a fallen yordle by a log.

"Trist….I think you might want to come see this" he motioned his hand forward from behind the door.

Tristana saw the expression on his face changed immediately, he appeared to be worried about something. She walked past the wall of leaves as Teemo pointed to something by the cliff. It was a yordle, a black furred yordle who was wearing white robes. It had seemed the yordle had fallen flat on his back and fainted indicated by the nearby book still open on its binder. The two quickly rushed over to see if he was injured. Tristana quickly did a medical check of the body, other than the unusual amount of scars on his face...and everywhere on his body, he was relatively unharmed. Teemo seemed to be observing the yordle, trying to put a face to him, but his thoughts turned up blank. He didn't know any yordle who would wear mage robes. Well, he knew one, but even he wouldn't wear robes like these.

"Do you know who this is?" he asked curiously.

Tristana tried to put a name on this yordle, she knows everyone in and throughout the outskirts of Bandle City. Everything turned up blank though, she had never seen this yordle before. She shook her head in response.

"I've never seen him before"

Teemo gave her a bewildered look, she knew everyone around here. Teemo took a quick glance and picked up the book beside him, it muttered words and had symbols all gibberish to him of the subject of magic. He gently put the book down beside him as Tristana tried to feel the yordle for more severe injuries that could have caused this. Tristana examined the yordles torso and breathed a sigh of relief. He was still breathing, but she hadn't brought any of her medical supplies to check on anyone, she didn't expect to find a random yordle in need on her day off. Teemo stared at her with a slight worry on his face. It was the first time both of them didn't know what to do.

"Should we?...try to wake him up?"

She gave a nod as she looked down with a slight frown. Guess she wasn't going to have the day off with Teemo after all. She sighed as he started to gently shake the yordle, with Teemo watching with his signature scouting expression. The yordle seemed stubborn to keep sleeping, almost as if he was under a spell, but she didn't want to wake him abruptly for him to suddenly turn on the two of them as none of them (except for Teemo's tiny blowgun) had any real weapons to protect themselves. She kept on shaking while gazing softly into his closed eyes still trying to pin a name.

Who was he? What was he doing here?

Veigar's eyes slowly opened as he glanced around puzzled.

Where am I?

The first thing he noticed was that he was in a chair facing a long table that extended through most of the width of the room. The walls seemed to be made out of sand? Maybe made out of clay? He didn't really know. There was a lit candle in the center of the room with an ornate red cloth with golden rich designs of humanoid and animal figures dotting the entire length of it. He looked to one of the sides of the room which had a wide window on it, he couldn't see anything outside, it seemed there was a dust storm out. Assorted weapon artifacts littered the walls in all directions, all having a distinct golden-yellow tone to them. It was only when he glanced at the other window in the room which had a portrait of Azir hanging at the top when he knew where he was.

Shurima?...

He turned back to face his head forward as he glimpsed towards a door in front of him that served as the entrance to the dining room. The door was a lot taller than any normal yordle, or even human being would have to fit through, the unusually high ceiling was also a strange oddity. Veigar sat looking down trying to recall anyone he knew that would live here, but all edges of his mind were an endless void. In fact, he couldn't remember anything minus his own name and his arcane arts, and random bits of other information, it was like someone had plucked all the memories of his life and he was trying to wait for his memories to come back, but nothing ever came. Finally, he heard the dining room doorknob turning and gazed in anticipation expecting Azir himself to walk in. Instead, a tall K-9 stood in the doorway towering over the little yordle, he wore golden armor that covered his whole body with spots of bright blue dotted around and carried his distinct cane that stood even taller than him at his side. He stared at Veigar for a second with soft bright blue eyes before pulling out a chair and sitting across from him, his paws folded at his chin as he observed Veigar with a strange curiosity that made him uncomfortable. The blue eyes flashed in rhythm with the armor and his cane, all combined that made an ancient aura resonate from him. A mixture of discomfort and tranquility ran through Veigar as he stared at the sheer power from this powerful being, yet he somehow knew that he didn't want to hurt him. The two stared at each other for a couple more moments before Veigar's empty memory finally placed his name.

"Nasus?..." he asked perplexed.

The K-9 made a delicate smile still staring at him with his soft eyes

"Finally recognize me Veigar?"

The mage nodded still slightly uncomfortable as he unfolded his paws and laid them on the table.

"I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now" he started.

"I was always able to get little tidbits here and there, but your mind is…..clouded….I couldn't really get in contact with you."

Veigar stayed silent as he continued

"Your interests...conflict with us…."

Nasus silently stared at Veigar with a strange curiosity. He had always heard the tales of Veigar from Shuriman citizens that had talked with other yordles and he had gotten direct orders from Azir to deal with him before he became a direct threat to the empire. Though Nasus felt like Veigar personally had nothing against Shurima, people say that he vows to bring down anyone in the name of his wrath. He had to take any threat to Shurima, big or small as a serious threat. He is determined to not have a Xerath the II bring down his beautiful empire. However, at the same time based on what he had gathered from Veigar so far, it had seemed he was misguided, bitter, without any compassion, he knows (sort of) first-hand people like him. He knew that somehow he could help the poor yordle on the right path. After staring at him in silence Nasus could see he was starting to get really uncomfortable as he responded to him:

"What "interests" are you talking about? I don't even remember my 'interests' "

Nasus looked down for a second before responding: "That is not the most important subject right now."

"I think my memories are a very important subject in my 'interests' "

Nasus kept on looking down at the table, he didn't realize how stubborn Veigar was going to be about this, but he knew that Veigar had no choice in accepting his next offer.

"Indeed, they are important, which is why I can help you..."

Veigar stared at him in confusion.

"Help me? What do you mean?"

Nasus gazed down with a tinge of sadness in his face, or at least what Veigar could see of it.

"I can't exactly...help with getting your memories back instantaneously, that is going to be a slow cycle in of itself, but I can perhaps help make it faster for you" he smiled at him.

Veigar thought he could sense that Nasus wasn't telling the whole story. He wanted to decline his offer

"I don't need no help from you…"

Nasus sighed at his stubbornness.

"You do not realize the dark path you have set yourself down do you? You may not remember now, but you will...and trust me, when you reach the end of your path, you are going to die by my hands, and I would prefer that would not happen... I understand my untrustworthiness, but if you can give me a chance I can help you more than you might realize."

"Then why don't just kill me right now?...Or will you die by the hand of my magic?" he threatened. Nasus stared at him before lifting his head up in a deep mocking laughter at the little mage. He lifted his cane high in the air as Veigar could see a slight golden glow emanating from it.

"You may be a powerful mage...Veigar, but you are no ascended...I suggest you tone yourself down a bit."

Nasus swiftly slammed the bottom of his cane into the floor.

It was then when Veigar could feel the cane sucking the life out of him, every second he could feel his body getting weaker before all his strength suddenly shot back into him. Nasus put down his cane as he looked at Veigar with a slight smile:

"Be glad this is a dream, it would have been a lot worse for you otherwise."

Nasus closed his eyes and folded his paws before speaking again.

"Again, I understand how untrustworthy I sound" he started again, "but I want to help you, if I wanted to kill you I think both of us know that I would have already done that by now. If you give me a chance...perhaps I can surprise you more than you might think..."

"What do I need help with though?"

Nasus made a slight sigh again.

"You do not exactly know yet, but you will soon enough" he quickly trailed off staring down at the floor in deep thought. He then turned back to Veigar.

"Veigar, I suggest you take my offer as an ally, I know both of us don't want to be enemies next time we meet each other."

Veigar stared into his soft blue eyes. He didn't know at all what Nasus was talking about, but he knew that he didn't want to hurt him. He looked down in thought about his proposal.

Why should I trust him?
He just randomly offers to help me?
What do I need help for?
Why didn't he just kill me already?

But he silently knew that he had no choice in this matter. He looked into the Nasus's eyes, noting how gentle and caring they seemed, though he didn't want to admit to his face that he slightly feared him, why would Nasus want to hurt anyone? He is clearly no villain and he seemed like he had good intentions, plus he really had no choice in his current predicament right now. Veigar finally made a slow nod at him.

The K-9 formed a big smile as he sat up from his chair.

"Good choice my friend..." he smiled as Veigar noted the edges of the house were starting to fade and become blurry.

"It seems it is your time to wake up" Nasus notes looking around the room.

Nasus glanced at Veigar one more time.

"One more thing Veigar, lie"

"What?..."

"Lie," he said in a deep commanding tone.

Nasus quickly lifted his staff and spun it around as Veigar looked down at his feet to see his whole body quickly turn into sand as the dream dissolved into nothing but particles of drifting dust.

It was then his eyes opened as he breathed heavily as he stared at two yordles in front of him. One was a she-yordle wearing what seemed like a military vest and the other was dressed in a scouting outfit.

"Looks like you're finally awake" noted the Scout

"We found you fainted on the grass. Are you alright?" asked the she-yordle worryingly.

The mage nodded his head slowly as he examined these two strangers trying to remember them. Like the rest of his mind though, he drew up nothing but blanks.

"What happened to you?..." the she-yordle asked.

Veigar shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Do you remember anything at all?..." she continued.

Veigar reluctantly sat up rubbing his forehead as he looked down in sadness.

"I don't remember anything…..my whole mind just feels…blank…."

Tristana and Teemo gave each other a worried look, they had never dealt with a yordle who had amnesia. Though they had both dealt with older yordles who had short-term memory loss this yordle looked quite younger than someone who would usually lose their recent memories, much less their entire life.

"Can you at least tell us your name?" asked the she-yordle again.

Veigar suddenly remembered Nasus's warning and looked down in thought until he turned to her with a big smile on his face.

"You can call me Otis," he said happily.

Author's Note: Hello there! So, I have never actually tried writing anything before. This started out as an idea in my head after I got some inspiration from another Veigar story. I never really expected that I would actually write this, but here I am, and I do hope that you all like it. This first chapter is a bit longer than I expected, and honestly the other chapters may or may not turn out as long or even longer than this. I digress though, if you liked my first chapter or just see things I can improve upon, please leave a review and let me know. Each and any would help out a ton!