Author's Note: This is the first in a long series of League of Legends pair-ups. I want everyone to know that I'm starting this series and sticking to a plot-line when the latest champion released was Fiora. With the release of Fiora, there are 94 champions, making for 47 pair-ups and short stories. I've already got everyone matched up, and I'm very enthusiastic about writing some, and wish I could find a better match-up for others. None-the-less, I'm sticking to the original line-up, and I hope you guys enjoy it. As per usual, Riot Games owns League of Legends and all of it's characters and all of that stuff.

Malzahar slowly floated over the water, going down-river to help his teammates. He had just finished killing Annie in mid-lane and was walking to bot lane for a gank off of Sona and Miss Fortune, who had Soraka and Graves pinned to their turret.

More blood must be shed. The gate to the Void will be opened by carnage.

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk… stop. Wait in this brush.

The ominous voices rang through his head. His vision distorted slightly and filled with purple haze. Malzahar hated this pitiful existence. His gift of prophecy was nothing but a dark curse on him. Now, Malzahar lived as nothing but a shell of a man. He was merely a puppet. Not only to the summoners of the League, but to the voices of the Void that maddened him day and night.

Graves dropped his smokescreen, they won't see you coming, attack!

Icathia demands more sacrifices! Destroy them all!

Malzahar moved out of the brush and sent forth the power of the Void. He plagued Miss Fortune with Malefic Visions and casted Call of the Void, opening two portals to silence Sona, keeping her from supporting her comrade.

Soraka stepped forth to cast an Infuse to prolong Sona's silence, followed by a Starcall that reduced Miss Fortune's resistance to magic just enough for Malzahar to end her life with a Nether Grasp. Just as the essence of life was to leave Miss Fortune, Sona's summoner activated a heal that surpassed her silence, which kept Miss Fortune alive just long enough for Sona to Crescendo Malzahar and cancel his ultimate.

Malzahar had been hit with a Crescendo before. He's been forced to sit and dance while his enemies escaped from his grasp… Or his allies were torn to shreds… But something was different this time. He didn't know what exactly, but the powerful chord that emanated from Sona's strange instrument resonated with something inside him.

Even more intriguing… the commanding voices of the Void and his controlling summoner were silenced. In his head, all that he could hear was the echo of that one powerful chord. Malzahar didn't have the urge to dance as usual… nor did he have the urge to spill blood or obey his summoner. Matter of fact, he had no urges at all. For the first time since he joined the League, Malzahar heard absolutely nothing.

Yet, before he could take a deep breath of relaxation… his summoner's repetitive orders were once again filling his mind. Realizing the battle was lost, his summoner commanded him towards the Ancient Golem and commanded him to drain its powers for his own.

Malzahar threw that match. His teammates were all upset with him and he knew they had a right to be. He didn't know what had happened, and the incident with Sona's Crescendo had filled him with discomfort during the whole match. Every time upon entering a team fight, he'd hear the soft melody of Sona's odd instrument and he would seize up, taken by the enchanting rhythm.

It was so strange… he'd never experienced this before. He's pretty sure nobody had… The summoners of the League had implemented a very powerful control spell over every champion. This made it impossible to deny the commands of summoners, even if it meant having two allies fight on opposite teams on the Fields of Justice. It caused a great deal of discomfort among many allied champions, like when Luxanna was pitted against her brother for the first time. That didn't end well at all. What manner of trickery was at play here?

Sona sat in her chamber, gently wiping off her etwahl. She was feeling rather upbeat that her team had won that last match, most of the summoners who had been using her have had her suffer severely and forced her to carry around items that were of no use to her.

A Bloodthirster and Madred's Bloodrazor? I know ranged damage per second has been tested on me several times… but strumming off powerful notes that fast really hurts my hands.

Rolling her eyes, she finished polishing her prized instrument and began plucking lazily at the strings. The soft melody echoed in her chamber, and Sona closed her eyes as she let the music take her. Gentle plucks on the strings of her etwahl played a simple and sweet rhythm, soothing and calming… and the tones of sound deepened as she continued to play.

Soft notes became harmonious chords, and Sona's hands began to glide across the strings. Although her etwahl only had three strings, Sona's delicate hands gracefully and effortlessly slid up and down the strings, playing a series of tones that made her simple etwahl match the musical depth and powerful sound of a full string orchestra.

The powerful melodies swirled around her and Sona's hair and body began defying gravity, carried by the power that emanated from the music her etwahl released. Over the years, Sona had learned to manipulate magic with her talent. Music and magic were very much alike. They ebbed and flowed across the planet although their existence was barely noticed by those who could not control them. As Sona had trained her ears to hear the music, she eventually had learned to sense the magic that flowed around and through her.

Maven.

The gruff, telepathic voice that sounded in her head startled her, yet the music still flowed from her fingers. Her hands were no longer her own, but controlled by the magic and the music that surged through her very being. As she wound down, her fingers slowed and the harmonious piece came to a soft close.

Sona opened her eyes slowly and looked Malzahar in his blue glowing eyes. Sona was wary. Malzahar was not himself in their last bout. Sona didn't know what was wrong with him, but she wasn't exactly friends with the Prophet. She had to be on her toes.

Your music, it broke through the summoner's hold over me during that last match. What sorcery are you manipulating to compromise the League?

Sona was shocked at this accusation. She had no idea what the Prophet was talking about. She didn't dare speak with him telepathically. She knew that Malzahar's mind was tainted by the Void, and to form a telepathic link with him might just expose her to fall under the same influence. He could transmit his messages to her all he wanted… she was not going to do the same and open her mind up to him.

In lieu of telepathic communication, Sona strummed her etwahl slowly, and sparks began to fly from its strings. The sparks flew through the air and floated together, forming letters and text in mid-air.

I have no idea what you're talking about, Malzahar. I have done nothing last game that I haven't always done. I limited my magical skills to the same four I've always used, and my summoner equipped me with a flash and heal. I have done nothing against the rules of the League.

That's bullshit, Maven! You… you took ahold of me! We lost because I could not focus on my summoner's orders! Following your Crescendo to save Sarah Fortune, I was unable to follow orders. I could not perceive them clearly… all I heard was the ringing of your damned instrument!

That was not my doing, Prophet. At least, it was not intentional. The summoners keep my magical abilities in tow, Malzahar. If my spells emanated more power than usual, the binding spell they placed on me would have taken effect. You know as well as I that those spells are fool-proof. If I had managed to sneak more magical power past them without meaning to, then the summoners are to blame for their faulty control spells. If you take the issue to them, I'm sure they'll re-evaluate the game's outcome and give you a forgiven loss.

Malzahar had already spoken to the summoners. They claimed that Sona's magical level, along with the capabilities of all of her teammates were all in check. He claimed that he could not perceive his summoner's orders properly and he believed Sona was the cause. They said that they would look into it and let him know if they found anything unusual, although they said that it wasn't likely. Sona had been part of the League for a long time, and was one of the more timid and humble champions.

In all honesty… the outcome of the match didn't matter to him. He was just so confused. He didn't know what Sona had done, but she had silenced the voices within his head and presented him with a moment's peace. He wanted to feel that again… but he really didn't know how to ask.

Sona caught a glimmer in Malzahar's eyes. She didn't know what exactly was going on in his head, but she knew he was troubled. Sona's brow furrowed and she strummed on her etwahl slowly and cautiously.

What is this really about, Icathian?

Anger flared in Malzahar's eyes.

Don't you dare call me that.

Sona stopped strumming as the venom in his voice sent a chill down her spine. She threw her hands up defensively in an apologetic manner. She then began to strum another sequence of words.

My apologies, Prophet. This isn't about the game. Something else plagues you. Why do you harbor this malice for me? What is it that you want from me?

Malzahar floated over to a chair within Sona's chamber. He released the power of the Void that constantly kept him suspended in mid-air, sat down, and rubbed his temples.

Sona… your Crescendo…

That was all Malzahar said within Sona's mind. She was confused. She realized that not many of the champions of the League were fond of her ultimate skill, but she can't say that it was a troublesome ultimate. Malzahar made it seem as if her ultimate contained the secrets of the cosmos. It wasn't that complex, really… and it was Sona's impish side that made her request for it to be used on the battlefield. She couldn't help but laugh to herself every time she made her opponents 'bust a move' in the middle of combat.

Sona plucked at her etwahl, revealing another statement in the air.

What of my Crescendo? It's always been the same since I've joined the League. The notes that compose the chord may change, but the magical energy that I place within the powerful chord and the effect it has remains the same.

Malzahar, as if taking a deep breath and making a decision, looked Sona in the eyes and told her, I want you to use it on me again.

Sona was baffled with this request. Surely he wasn't serious. Outside of the Fields of Justice, there were no limiter spells. Her Crescendo might be ten times more powerful and who knows what effects it would have? Aside from that, there were no magical nexuses that would re-animate Malzahar's cold corpse should the powerful burst of magic be his undoing. Sona nervously strummed her etwahl, bringing these points to light in the Prophet's eyes.

Sona…Your Crescendo… it silenced the voices. Icathia's call… the commands of the summoner… even through the heat of battle, your powerful chord left me with complete and utter silence.

Sona was taken aback by what Malzahar had just revealed to her. She prided herself in her musical talent and she loved hearing praise from people… words of how her musical performances moved and captivated them. However, never had she heard anything like this.

The voice of the summoners was absolute. They possessed such powerful magic that once a command enters a champions' mind, they are helpless but to obey, no matter their judgment on the matter. On top of that… Malzahar's state of insanity caused him to hear the voice of the Void. She'd known about his problem. Several times, she'd noticed him talking to himself, grabbing his head in frustration and screaming out as voices unheard to her toyed with his mind.

The fact that her Crescendo silenced the voices that played within his head was unheard of. Crescendo was a spell that the summoners monitor. She can access an insanely powerful Crescendo that is capable of splitting the land itself in two. Out of habit, she had just grown accustomed to belting out her most powerful chord and letting the summoners reduce the power as they saw fit. But how is it that they would allow her Crescendo to interfere with their ability to control Malzahar?

Maven… please. These voices… all they do is call for blood and repeat a prophecy I've heard a thousand times. They echo within my head, telling me that the time will soon arrive where the portal to Icathia shall open and consume the world. I'm sick of hearing it… I know you and I aren't exactly allies within the League… but as a fellow champion, I beg of you… Release me.

Sona bit her bottom lip softly and furrowed her brow in indecision. She didn't mind performing a Crescendo for Malzahar… but the risks were extremely high. She could kill him. Sona didn't think she could handle having that kind of burden on her shoulders.

Malzahar continued to stare at the Maven of the Strings pleadingly. For just a short moment, she had given him peace… and he longed to receive it again. He was willing to do anything to feel the silence once more.

Sona shook her head slowly and began to strum her etwahl.

I can't risk killing you, Malzahar… and theoretically… my Crescendo couldn't have blocked the summoner's voice… the summoners are the ones who control how powerful my spell is. It just doesn't add up.

Malzahar's pained expression stung Sona. Guilt ate at her. Sona had no allegiance with anyone within the League… she had tried to keep an open relationship with all of her companions within the Institute of War. She was always ready to lend a helping hand, and it killed her that she didn't think she'd be able to help the Icathian Prophet.

I'm sorry Malzahar… I want to help, I really do… but what you're asking for involves a risk that I am not willing to take.

Malzahar's eyes seem to fill with sorrow… then a flash of listlessness… like the voices had taken ahold of his mind once again. He shook his head and pounded his fist against the wall as his teal, glowing eyes seemed to take on an enraged red-like purple. Then, as if remembering his place, he looked up apologetically at Sona.

I understand. Thank you for your time, Maven. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

The power of the Void surging through him once more… he began to float through the door. Sona wanted to stop him and help him, but she was too scared of doing some permanent damage. Malzahar's mind was already broken… what if she were to hurt him even more?

It was then that something occurred to her. Her teacher and mentor Lestara had once mentioned that Sona's music may be the most powerful tool she may ever possess. Although cursed with complete silence, her music speaks volumes. Even after Sona was accepted into the League of Legends, and had become able to use magical abilities at will… her teacher would constantly remind her, that the music was her most powerful tool. Not because it allowed her to control magic, and not because it became her voice… Lestara believed that Sona, a mute musician… would open the eyes of Valoran and reveal to them something that they had been blind to. Lestara told her… that her music would one day open all of Runeterra's eyes to true harmony… and her music might just be the key to giving Valoran peace.

As Malzahar began to float away, the weight of three worlds on his shoulders, Sona put all of her soul into one, flawless chord. This one chord was nothing but raw, powerful music. No magic, no sparks of light… no visible elegance of any kind. There was nothing but sound… the sound of a single, passionate cry of her etwahl. The sound of her instrument didn't ring out and the waves of sound didn't bounce off of the walls like Sona was so used to hearing. Instead, the sound of that chord ebbed and flowed, travelling through the air and making itself known to any and all that could hear. It was almost alive, and Sona's etwahl seemed to hum, as if satisfied that she had produced such a beautiful sound.

Malzahar dropped to the ground in front of her. Sona dropped her etwahl and ran over to him. She turned him over and shook him violently. She had completely ignored the fact that Malzahar's mind was infected by the Void and began telepathically shouting into his mind.

Malzahar! Are you okay? Oh god… please be okay…

Malzahar opened his eyes slowly. That voice was so beautiful. Even though laden with concern, it flowed through his mind melodiously. Although he was a Prophet who was cursed to hear incessant voices through his head for his entire life… he could get used to hearing this.

Oh my god, Prophet… I'm so sorry. I just… I really wanted to help and I… are you all right? I warned you that this would happen. Can you stand?

Malzahar smiled… the first time he's done so for as long as he could remember. He reached up and placed a hand against Sona's shoulder.

You did it, Sona… I hear nothing. The Void is gone.

She smiled and helped him to stand. It was then that they realized that Malzahar stood. He didn't float in place… he just stood. He looked in a mirror. His eyes were once again a light blue. They no longer glowed. He could see his own pupils once again. The Void was completely and undeniably gone.

He pulled his hood off and his face was clean. The glyphs and marks that covered his face and glowed with energy had disappeared. His black hair was tousled, but it didn't float around as if he was constantly blown by a fan.

Sona saw the look of awe in Malzahar's eyes as he touched his face… She then thought about the repercussions of losing the Void. What about his powers? Did they leave him as well? What would happen to him now? Oh, she really hoped she made the right decision.

Malzahar… your abilities… your magic. A-are those gone as well?

Malzahar held a hand out and focused on any magical power he could conjure from the Void. When his hand burst into a purple flame, he jerked in surprise. His mind spoke to the energy in his hand, commanding it to burn brighter, then smaller. He then summoned a portal to the Void.

The portal opened and Malzahar kept Sona behind him, afraid that the Void would seize control of her mind. He stared straight into the darkness, and it seemed to stare right back at him. For a long period of time, he stood eye to eye with the abyss. And he heard absolutely nothing.

Thanks to the Maven of the Strings… Malzahar controlled the Void… and it no longer controlled him. He closed the portal, turned around, and hugged the frail, small musician, much to her surprise.

Maven… perform for me… sing for me…

She looked up at Malzahar, smiled, and nodded. Malzahar lay back in a small chair in Sona's chamber, as Sona began to strum her etwahl, and telepathically hummed a separate melody into his mind. After all of these years of horrid torturous voices, the sound of Sona's voice and etwahl was harmonious and peaceful… and Malzahar would never tire of hearing it.

You're music is beautiful, Maven.

Sona stopped humming to say, Call me Sona, Malzahar… we're friends now, aren't we?

Friends? You're a godsend for me, Sona.

C-can't you speak, Malz?

I dare not insult your struggle by using my mouth to speak with you.

Sona's eyes began to water and she smiled in gratitude. Malzahar stood, walked over to her, and kissed her. Sona's heart fluttered in her chest. She'd never known how… understanding Malzahar was. He pulled back and smiled at her.

Play it for me again, Angel.

Author's Note 2: Well, that's my little spin on a Malzahar/Sona match-up. I hope you guys enjoyed and my next pair-up is Tristana/Ziggs. I'm looking forward to writing it and I hope you guys are looking forward to reading it! Please R&R, and let me know what you guys thought.