"NO! He's just a child!"

Amumu woke with a shout of panic. He began to shake violently, his lips trembling. He had had another nightmare. He was old enough to know the difference between real life and the dream, when he woke up. The nightmares were horrific, and they would always make him cry. Then again, most things did. Despite being undead, he was scared relatively easily. His new friendships amongst other champions and summoners had helped slightly, but he still had nightmares almost every week. Once he had had the good fortune to only have one for an entire two months, but now he seemed to have slipped back into the "once a week" routine. He curled into a ball and cried softly into his bandages and covers. His room was one of the nicest at the Institute of War, probably because of sympathy, and it was nearby several other Champion quarters. Some nights, they would all be home, and he would stuck alone. Tonight though, several champions had stayed to participate in a month long tournament. The only exceptions had been Ezreal, for obvious reasons, Teemo, Tristana, Xerath, Brand, and a few others. Everyone else had stayed. Amumu jumped as he heard a soft knocking on his door, and he shed more tears onto his bedspread.

"Amumu? Are you okay?" Someone asked from the other side of the door. Amumu relaxed slightly when he heard the voice, Ashe. Ever since arriving at the Institute, Ashe had been like almost exactly like a mother to him. Possibly because she didn't have any children of her own yet. Amumu didn't respond, he was still traumatized from the severity of his nightmare. Eventually, Ashe opened the door to his room, and stepped inside. Her trademark hood and cape were absent, as was most of her original outfit. Instead, she wore tight pajama bottoms, and a T-shirt. Her silver hair was tied back in a pony tail, keeping it out of her eyes. Why she didn't do this in the Fields of Justice was beyond Amumu, but he didn't really care about that. He was still scared. Ashe sat next to him on his bed, and he knew that she was looking at him.

"Are you okay?" She asked again. Amumu gave a short whimper, and shook his head. He continued to cry softly, making his already wet sheets soaked. He felt Ashe wrap her arms around him, and he leaned his head into her chest.

"I... It... Was... An... Another... Nightmare..." He choked out between his tears. He had his eyes clenched shut, trying to keep himself from crying anymore. He felt a cold spot on Ashe's chest, which he knew was because of him crying. He really felt guilty about keeping her up, but she said she didn't mind. A few weeks ago, she had even told him she would always be there for him if he needed someone to talk to. This was an offer shared with a few other champions, but none of them understood him like Ashe did. It was almost like she really was his mom.

"Shh... It's okay... It's over now." She said soothingly as she rubbed his back. Amumu had stopped crying, and was now just leaking water from his eyes as he sniffled. She loosened her hold on him, letting him sit up straight, but kept rubbing his back to calm him down. He was still just a kid, even though he was a yordle. It was hard to tell with his race, but his apparent lack of bravery proved it, since adult yordles weren't scared of anything. He sniffed lightly and wiped the area just underneath his eye, taking away his tears.

"It... It was about... him..." He said with a shaky voice. Ashe smiled understandingly, and pulled him into another hug as he began to cry again. For the past few months, Amumu had been having nightmares about a man dressed in darkness attacking what looked like a village, possibly his old home. At first, Ezreal, someone else he was close friends with, had suspected Nocturne, but he had been in a match when Amumu had the nightmare. No one was sure what the dark figure was supposed to be, especially since it kept appearing in his nightmares.

"I'm sorry Amumu... Do you wanna stay with me and Tryndamere for the night?" Ashe asked as the young mummy continued to cry into her chest. He sniffed and pulled away for a moment, although Ashe still had an arm around him. He looked up to her sapphire blue eyes, seeing care, concern, and love. It was no secret that the both of them were like mother and child, almost everyone knew. He sniffed and nodded.

"Yes please..." He said with a shaky voice. Ashe smiled and stood. She extended her hand, offering it to the yordle. Amumu sniffed again, and placed his bandaged hand into her palm. Her hand was cold, but in a kind, refreshing way. Almost like getting into a cold stream after working in the hot sun all day. Maybe that was why Tryndamere liked hugging her so much. She closed her hand around his and helped him out of the bed. She smiled and led him out of the doorway, and across the room. They passed three guards, dressed in iron armor that shined in the extensive light that bathed the housing areas. They carried iron weapons, that Amumu thought would be nearly impossible for him to even lift, let alone use. It was a good thing he could use his sorrow as a weapon in the Fields, otherwise he would be useless. The two reached a small door, that was decorated with a hawk, right between an ice bow. A black sword stuck behind the initial artwork, standing up straight. Ashe gently pushed the door open, and Amumu saw Tryndamere, shirtless as usual, but his hair now fell freely without his helmet. His bottoms were merely blue pajama bottoms. Tryndamere noticed Amumu behind Ashe, and smiled.

"Hey champ. Another nightmare?" He asked as he walked over and crouched down. Amumu gave a short whimper and hid behind Ashe's leg. He knew that Tryndamere was a kind person, but he still scared him. After all, he didn't use fury on the battlefield because he didn't like mana potions. He looked down to the floor, and nodded his head.

"I've offered to let him stay with us for tonight." Ashe said as she nudged Amumu, trying to get him from out behind her. He stepped away, but still held onto her hand. Tryndamere sighed, and looked down at the floor. Amumu could tell that he hoping to have a night alone with Ashe, and he always felt like he was a burden.

"I'm sorry if you wanted to be alone with Ashe..." He said with guilt in his voice. Tryndamere just chuckled and shook his head.

"It's no problem buddy. You're welcome anytime... Well... Almost anytime." He said as he patted his shoulder. Ashe smiled and brought Amumu with her as the three champions walked over to the bed. The bed had blue comforters, and light blue cloths hanging from the top of it, made to represent icicles. Amumu leapt up and grabbed onto the bed sheets, just barely clearing the top half of his body. He grunted as he pulled himself up, and crawled over to the center of the bed. Tryndamere picked up his sword, observing it for a moment.

"You know... If you keep having these nightmares, maybe you should talk to Master Yi. He has a lot of good advice for dealing with this kind of thing." He said as he gently swung his sword horizontally. Amumu looked over to Ashe, and asked if he should. She smiled and rubbed his head.

"You can if you want, but you don't have to." She said sweetly. Amumu nodded and slipped under the covers. He laid his head against the pillow, and closed his eyes as Ashe told him good night.