The wind howled loudly, like that of a beast in pain. His hair flowed, loosely, following the direction of the wind. The mixed scent of alcohol, and dirt could be identified.

"Yone, must it end like this? Between us two brothers?"

Yasuo knew the answer, and he knew that his brother wouldn't betray Ionia. If it were anyone else sent after Yasuo, he would think them a fool for blindly believing whatever lies the elders told. However, this was his brother, one of the most loyal Ionians he knew.

"I fear it must." Yone began. "I apologize, my dear brother."

Yasuo didn't understand why his brother apologized to him, if anything Yasuo should've been the one on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

A tear fled from Yone's eyes. "Perhaps if not for me, you would've never been led down this path." Yasuo couldn't believe what he had heard. His brother, the man that taught him patience, humility, and most importantly, showed him love, blamed himself for Yasuo's mistake.

What the others had said was true, Yasuo really was a mistake that could never be undone. But the man standing in front of him didn't agree. Tightening the grip on the sheath of his blade, the two brothers knew this would be their final duel. A duel neither of them could forget, no matter who died or lived. A duel that would haunt Yasuo for the rest of his life.

And after an eternity–and not long enough, their blades met. A cry of pain could be heard. Tears streamed down the living brother's face. Getting up quickly, this was no time to mourn. Yasuo would bury him first thing in the morning. And although Yone was gone, the memories of him would forever stay fresh in his mind.

He taught me the meaning of patience when I was just a prideful child.

My guide. My friend.

My brother.

Taliyah was lost, both literally and figuratively. The only thing she could make out was that she was currently in Ionia, and the feeling of nature. However peaceful the place was, she couldn't slow down. Sounds of Noxians and Ionian farmers made her hurry her pace, as she had escaped from the Noxian captain, his last remark to her being, "That power of yours was meant to destroy. You don't want to use it? Fine. Let it sink you like a stone." She couldn't look back, everywhere she went, destruction followed. Her mind started to think that the captain was correct.

Looking forward, she saw a mountain. Not sure of what to expect, she trailed to the highest point of the mountain, where the temperature was nearly three times as low as what she had adjusted to in Shurima. The cold breeze, which would've been welcomed in her homeland, was nearly tipping her off her feet. Reaching deep in her pockets, she grabbed on to a few stones, hoping for whatever heat she could get. Hugging herself, she only then realized how lonely she was. Even worse, her hunger had kicked in

Praying to the Great Weaver, Taliyah held her hands together, eyes closed, and wished for food. "A hare, a little bird, even a little mouse if one appeared."

As she heard a slight rustle in the bush, Taliyah opened her eyes. "Thank goodness" she whispered. She took out her makeshift slingshot and aimed at the mouse sitting still. Unfortunately, her arm felt jerky from the shivering cold which made her narrowly miss her target. Keeping her optimism, she managed to convince herself that more mice could be found nearby.

Finally finding it in herself to stand up, she got out the cave where she was currently staying.

After walking slowly down the mountain, hoping to find game, her eyes were attracted to another sight. In the near distance, there was a shrine, and in the shrine, she could make out the outline of a man who seemed to be sleeping. She gave out a sigh of relief, a Noxian would be constantly on guard, and just the sight of life made her feel suddenly less lonely. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she vowed to investigate after finding food.

Unexpectedly, the ground beneath her started to shake and rumble, showing signs of an upcoming earthquake. However, no earthquake occurred, instead, once Taliyah directed her attention elsewhere, she saw a wave of snow crashing from the top of the mountain. There was no way she could try to dodge the avalanche. With nowhere to go, she focused on the earth in front of her, once again closing her eyes and praying to the Great Weaver.

Please.

As the word crossed her mind, a blockade of stone erupted in front of her. She was protected from the danger of the avalanche, but the snow used the blockade as a slope to crash behind her. Taliyah looked at where the snow behind her went. The snow filled the shrine, where the man was, and all Taliyah could do was be a spectator. It took a moment for her to realize, but the horror of what she did made her realize she may have just killed a random stranger.

Taliyah hurriedly made her way towards the man's location. She got on her knees to attempt to dig the man out of the snow. Finally shoveling through enough snow to see the man's fingers, she forcefully grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him out. Hurting him a little bit would be better than letting him freeze to death being covered in snow.

"If you're not dead already, then you've got to help me" she pleaded while still maintaining her grip on his hand.

It was no use, she let go of his fingers and backed up.

She looked to the sky, as if to ask the Great Weaver, "What have I done?"

No, she thought. She couldn't let someone suffer because of her mistake. The wind was calm, almost as if wasn't there. Her resilient demeanor returning, she grabbed the man's hand once again. After what seemed like hours of fidgeting, the figure's body finally busted through the snow. Taliyah placed herself under the man's arms and carried him to a nearby cave. From the looks of it, the man was handsome, and had a faded muscular build. She blushed a little bit after looking at his face for a while longer.

Finally reaching the cave, she put the man down. He let out a grunt as she placed him down.

He opened his mouth "Not… yet time to die."