If someone told me that I would write my 5th story, I wouldn't believe him. But here I am, presenting you a sequel to Hunter's Mark. There are couple of things though before I start writing. And to be exact, the lore. It's a little mix of old one, and new one. I'm going to be using the new map that RIOT has introduced, also all new lores, but the only thing that will be from the old lore is Rengar's and Kha'Zix's lore with couple of tweaks. If you read the previous story, then you probably will understand what's going on. But there is one thing that needs to be explained. The location of Kumungu Jungle. As you may, or may not know, Kumungu Jungle doesn't exist now. Because of that, I want to pin it to the current map of Runeterra, slightly to the right of Shurima. At this moment there are no marks or signs, so I assume it is currently uninhabited, so this is the place I'm placing it. In the future it may be updated, but right now it doesn't collide with anything. Anyway, if you happened to come here by accident, without reading my previous stories, then what are you waiting for? Go and read 'em! I hope you enjoy this sequel as much, or even more, as my previous works :D

Prologue

Piltover is a bright, vivid, and very alive city of technology and progress. This is also the place where you can find the most honoured and respected scientists, inventors, even adventurers! Thanks to hextech, which is, to put it simple, a part magical, part physical enhancement, Piltover was able to surpass every other city or town, and become known as the most developed place in the Runeterra.

But not everyone was using hextech to their advantage, some of them prefered to use it just as a way to simplify life, some even refused to use it at all. One of them is Raven family. They are known as keepers of tradition and culture. Their family has been living there for centuries and saw very first foundations of Piltover. When hextech started being common in there, Ravens abstained from using it. Now, the head of the family is Henry Raven, Lucy's father.

Lucy was walking through beautiful and colourful alleys, trying to get to the zeppelin as fast as possible. It wasn't time to be wearing dresses. She was wearing casual commoner's clothes, padded with sturdiest leather she could find. Her fighting style requires absolute freedom of movement, so it was the only choice. Also, she had a dark cloak with a hood, but Lucy didn't want to conceal her appearance, but her weapon. She cautiously put her hand on the rapier's handle. Good, it was still there. Even though theft was very, very rare there, she couldn't allow herself to lose her rapier. Everything but it. It was the only tool she was capable of using. Since her childhood, Lucy wasn't good at anything. Playing on instruments bored her easily, dancing wasn't her cup of tea either. She didn't have an angelic voice to sing, and even her paintings were mediocre. But one time when she was looking through the window, she noticed a pack of kids, mostly boys, playing knights with sticks as swords. Young Lucy got intrigued by that, and taking advantage of their family helping in the kitchen, she snuck out her house. When she approached them, they were reluctant to let her play with them, but then she picked up the closest stick near her, and with one precise swing, Lucy disarmed one of them and smirked. They allowed her to join them on one condition. She was supposed to defeat at least three of them in one on one duel. Who would have guessed that she would defeat all of them? Not her father for sure, who was staring at her through the window with mouth wide open. That was the moment he knew what her hidden talent was. And that was the moment he decided to send her to the best teacher he could think of.

Suddenly, Lucy bumped into someone, and landed on her butt. When she looked up, she saw her friend smiling.

"Hey, I was shouting your name, but you didn't stop." the young boy said and helped her get up.

"Oh, you were? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Lucy replied. "But I don't have time now, Noah. I gotta hurry." she replied quickly and started walking in a quick pace, but the boy was keeping her company.

"Then let me walk you wherever you go!" Naoh said and smiled brightly. Noah is a young boy, the same height as Lucy, with bright, short, blonde hair. He was wearing brown trousers with suspenders and beige, linen shirt. He was one year younger than her, but despite his slightly childish appearance and behaviour, when a situation requires, he can be more mature and serious than most adults.

"Alright, but I'm not going to slow down for you if you get exhausted." Lucy replied. Despite her expression, she was glad someone decided to keep her company, especially Noah. She has known him for five long years, he was her best friend. And to be honest, her only, true friend. She doesn't count rich kids from other families. All they care about is money and fame. Lucy has different priorities. But Noah is different. He was born a noble family just like Lucy, but when he was around six, his parents were murdered, and without anyone to carry on their alchemy business, Noah was left alone. But when near church heard about that tragedy, sisters decided to adopt him. So there he is, homeless, cheerful nobleman, her best friend Noah.

"So you're going to catch the zeppelin, correct?" Noah asked her. She nodded.

"Yes. Glad you remembered." she chuckled. Lucy told him that she was going for an additional weapon training in Shurima, because she couldn't tell him the truth. He would do something stupid if she did.

"I believe it has a little delay, so you should be fine."

"Hmm? How do you know?" she asked confused.

"I was passing by the station a while ago and heard an announcement that all fights to Shurima will have a short delay." Noah explained. Lucy rolled her eyes and sighed.

"How long is this delay?"

"I dunno, probably around ten minutes, maybe less." Noah replied. Lucy's face got slightly brighter, at least it wasn't that long.

"Okay then. I guess we don't have to be in such a rush then. Also, we are almost there." she said, and when they passed the last house in the alley, she saw a huge balloon and just as big queues to booths. She smiled and sighed in relief.

"Good thing I bought a ticket some time ago…"

Despite being on his legs for quite a moment now, Rengar yawned and stretched his neck. Autumn was his most hated season. The jungle was wet, swamps noticeably larger, and temperature much lower. He looked behind him. Kha'Zix was still sleeping in their bed. It's been a month, or maybe even more, since he confessed his feelings toward him and they became a thing. Rengar looked through the window again and sighed.

"Where is she?" Rengar whispered to himself. Nidalee said that she would come to him in the morning, and then they would go to the nearest town on the edge of Shurima. Even though it is a hot desert, eastern part of it has different climate. Rains and snow isn't something rare there. There was a reason why Rengar woke up earlier and didn't wake Kha'Zix. The day before, Kha'Zix insisted that he wanted to go with them, but his appearance would scare them. And he didn't mean his face. His whole body was something uncommon to say the least. While Rengar didn't mind it, he was sure that everyone in the town would. Suddenly he heard Kha'Zix moving in the bed. He turned around, wishing that he would just change the side and return to sleeping, but instead he slowly opened his eyes and got up, resting on his elbow. He looked at Rengar and blinked couple of times.

"Morning." Rengar said and smiled. It seems his wishes weren't listened to.

"Mhmm…morning." Kha'Zix said, still half asleep. He shook his head and gently slapped his own cheeks in order to regain consciousness. When he was moderately awake, he looked through the window and noticed dim, white light.

"What hour is this?" Kha'Zix asked and uncovered himself. He shook his head again, Kha'Zix wasn't a morning person.

"Very early." Rengar admitted. "I'm surprised that you woke up on your own." Rengar added after a moment. Kha'Zix chuckled and yawned.

"You see, it is hard to sleep without anything to hug." Kha'Zix said and winked at him. Rengar moved his hand closer to his mouth and giggled. So early in the morning and Kha'Zix already improved his mood.

"Hey! Sorry for being late!" they both heard Nidalee outside. Rengar looked through the window, she was waving to him. He waved back.

"Oh right! We were supposed to go!" Kha'Zix realised and that made him fully awake.

"No, Nidalee and I are going. You stay here." Rengar replied.

"But why? I love you, but I'm not going to let you keep me locked here!" Kha'Zix said upset. Rengar sighed and got closer to him.

"Kha'Zix, you're not locked. And I know that you would love to come with me, but," Rengar paused to gather thoughts. He looked at him and smiled, "People might…do something irrational, or do something without thinking once they see you. I just don't want to risk it."

"Yeah, or you just don't want me around people…" Kha'Zix said quietly, but loud enough to be heard.

"Kha'Zix, we've been through it, don't make me-" Rengar said, but Kha'Zix stopped him.

"Yes, I know. Sorry, bad habit." Kha'Zix replied and forced a smile on his face. Rengar smiled back and sighed.

"Okay then. Please, stay. We'll talk about it later." Rengar said and kissed him on the forehead. This time Kha'Zix's smile appeared on its own and with a barely visible blush, he rolled his eyes.

"Just don't make me wait too long, dummy." Kha'Zix said and waved to him.

"Sure, I'll be back in no time!" Rengar said cheerfully and opened the door. When he left, he could hear him and Nidalee talking.

"What was taking you so long?"

"Ahh… nothing. I had to take some stuff, and-" at that point they were too far for Kha'Zix to hear anything. He took a deep breath and exhaled with a long, low growl. He laid flat on his belly on the bed. He was well aware that going there wasn't the brightest idea, but he wanted to see this town. He wanted Rengar to show him that place. Kha'Zix has never seen a city or town, he was just plain curious, that's all. Out of pure boredom, he got up on his legs and started looking around. He spotted Rengar's closet. He opened it and saw many, many fabrics and clothes. Now that he was thinking about it, he actually never looked inside. While inspecting the furniture from up to down, Kha'Zix saw many trousers, shirts, occasional books. Nothing interesting. But then he noticed a brown fabric folded right at the bottom. He picked it up and unfolded it. Then his eyes opened wider and he smiled. He frowned, slightly turned his head, and his eyes moved toward the window. Then, he smiled again.

"Jackpot."

So that was the prologue I made. I hope that it made you want to see more :D. I noticed that my previous works lacked descriptions, so I'm fixing that mistake now. Also, I think that I'm going to go through my first 3 fanfictions and correct all (or at least most) mistakes and errors I find. I don't think it'll change anything to you, who already read them, but to newcomers it should be pretty nice. I mean, who wants to read poorly written fanfics anyway :D? Well, as usual, if you have any questions, thoughts, advices, or requests, feel free to PM me or write a comment down below. See you next week!

PS: I uploaded it so early exclusively, so more people may see it. My works should be appearing between 16 - 22 of Polish time (for comparison, in London it would be 15 - 21).