Haven't posted in a while, so here's another little story. I hope you enjoy, and please review if you do.

Torches gently burned and crackled in their brackets as the three masked warriors made their way briskly down the old stone hallway. Shen, flanked on either side by Kennen and Akali, kept his arms to his side and his gaze straight ahead, watching the darkness ahead of them. In contrast to Shen's stark determination, Kennen could not keep silent for very long. He continually fired off questions, fiddled with the shuriken attached to his belt, and occasionally twitched under the stress of keeping his boundless energy in check.

"Where are we going? Should we have knocked out those summoners back there? I don't think we should have knocked out those summoners back there. This hallway is dark. Do you guys like the dark? It feels like we go a lot of dark places. We should really go to some bright places some time, you know, for some variety-" Akali shot him a warning glance and he quickly fell silent, muttering apologies and suddenly growing very interested in the cracks lining the stone walls.

After some time, and repeated non-verbal reprimands from Akali to Kennen, the trio reached a large wooden door, several feet taller than any of them. Without a word, Shen reached inside his shōzoku and took out an ethereal-looking key, placing it into the single keyhole in the center of the door, and twisting it. The twin doors swung inward and the three walked inside.

Nocturne's prison was a simple cube shaped stone room, the walls, floor and ceiling bare except for several magical wards all trained on the spectre, who floated in the center of the room. His wristblades were missing, and replacing them were white cuffs that seemed to bind the nightmare in place. Upon the ninjas' entry into his prison he strained against his bindings, but the white shackles did not budge. Pale eyes full of hate and rage, he stared daggers at Shen.

"You...what do you want?" he snarled, his wraithlike form wavering in the gentle breeze wafting in through the open door.

Remaining composed under the full force of Nocturne's hatred, Shen calmly stated, "We - the Kinkou - request your aid in an urgent matter."

Nocturne betrayed surprise for a moment, but it quickly melted into cold, humorless laughter. "Me? Help YOU? Why would I ever stoop to helping humans, especially those who have committed their entire lives to eradicating the things I stand for, the things I was created from?"

Akali raised her eyebrows, fingering the handles of her twin kamas she had strapped to her back. "The things you stand for? What would that be?"

"Chaos!" the nightmare spat, "Hatred! Fear! All the negative emotions humans hide away from, I embrace! It is my nature, and now you ask me to go against my nature and aid you in whatever pitiful endeavor you cannot complete on your own? Never!" he gave another tremendous effort to free himself but the shackles did not budge. He turned his gaze onto Kennen, who was staring curiously at Nocturne floating in midair.
"Tell me, little thing, what momentous task could drive you to seek my help?" the spectre said.

Kennen glanced quickly at Akali and Shen, who gave a slight nod without taking his eyes off the nightmare. Kennen quickly recited, "The Kinkou require the assistance of Nocturne, the Eternal Nightmare in disposing of a minor necromancer who is plaguing the city of Demacia with nightmares."

There was a pause, and Nocturne gave a soft chuckle. "Such rigorous discipline. Tell me, yordle, what is your deepest fear?" and he locked eyes with the Heart of the Tempest.

Kennen could not hear the shouts of his fellow ninjas as he began to scream. He screamed as every nightmare, every monster he had ever encountered or imagined, each and every one of his deepest, darkest fears clawed their way to the front of his mind. He screamed in a terror he had never felt before, and no living being should ever have to feel again; his mind and sanity began to buckle under the pressure of the unyielding darkness, and he hardly noticed the spectre tear through its bindings as if they were parchment, nor the spectre lunge toward his throat, blades outstretched, and Shen and Akali diving in a flurry of motion-

Then everything went black.

I feel like this is so incredibly short, but I'm not very good with writing long stories. I have an idea for a second part, so if I get enough feedback I'll sit down and crank that out. Thanks for reading!