Hello guys! Welcome to the second part of 'A Tale of Strength'! Sorry for taking so long to get this chapter out! I could think of an excuse, but what's the point? I have a real life! Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter! And please, please, please review! Reviews give my fingers the strength to continue writing, and right now I have a craving for reviews! D:

Word Count (not including Doctor's note): 1,199


Malik couldn't help but to feel a bit out of place as he walked towards his sister's work place. Demacia, was beautiful and large. And it's inhabitants weren't any different. Most of the men and women wore soldier uniforms, which Malik should have expected when he came to this City-State. Children ran around with fake swords and guns, already 'practicing' for their future profession.

Malik stopped at a large building, and looked up at it. The building was a dusty yellow, standing out compared to all the other white buildings around it. This one easily toward over the others, and had a giant eye on the top of the pointy roof. He remembered his sister calling it 'Egypt's Eye', Egypt having been a country from a long time ago before technology and magic was enhanced.

Yes, magic. In today's world, everyone was born with magic. Some, more so than others. This magic could allow it's hosts to do many certain powers and gave them more skills than what people from The Old Times could do. The Old Times is what todays people called the time before the fall of the old countries, and rise of the new countries and their city-states.

Malik shook his head to free himself from his random musings, before making himself walk towards the door. A man, dressed nicely with not a single speck of dirt on his uniform, opened the door for him with a kind smile. "Evening, Mr. Ishtar. Am I correct in assuming you're looking for Isis?" He asked as Malik stepped past him. The inside of the building was as beautiful as the outside. It had paintings of The Old Times hanging up on it's walls, as well as current times.

"Now what would ever give you that idea, handsome?" He asked with a big grin. The man just chuckled and shook his head.

"Give me one second and I'll tell her of your arrival." He said with a grin, used to the younger Ishtar's flirtations and sarcasm. Malik watched the other man as he made his way to a door marked with 'Employee's only'. He caught the sight of stairs as he opened the door, and a few moments later his sister came walking down.

She looked gorgeous, as always. A fine, tan dress clung to her figure. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way towards her younger brother, hugging him for a moment. Malik and Isis were really close, always watching out for one another. Although, few people knew the two of them were related.

"So, what did I do to deserve such a visit from my lovely brother?" Isis asked with a grin, and Malik couldn't help but to roll his eyes.

"You telling me you didn't see me come? Why, sister, I think you're losing your edge." Malik said with a grin, and Isis scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I was just trying to be polite. Follow me." She said with a smirk, and Malik pushed himself off of the wall he had been leaning against. They made their way towards a long hallway in the back of the room, and passed through a thread of hanging beads in the middle of a doorway.

"Those are new. And stereotypical." He said with a grin as he looked at his older sister, who just shrugged her shoulders and continued walking. He watched her sit down on a blood red couch, and decided to look around. The room was dimly lit, so dim that he couldn't even see the color of the room. There were numerous books on the walls, which was modified to act as if a mixed in bookshelf. There was a coffee table as well, with numerous pictures scattered on it. Some photographs, while others were neatly drawn. The drawn ones were visions, he guessed, that his sister had seen.

One particular picture crossed his eye. One that involved him holding onto a small figure with a pure white cowl on. This one was colored, so he could see the red blood pouring onto the pure white snow. He could also see a strand of pure white hair from under the cowl. But that was all he could see.

"Who's this?" He asked, and he heard his sister sigh.

"I can't tell you that. You must meet this person. I will tell you, however, how to meet them." This caught Malik's attention. His sister almost never gave information away. And the few times she did, it was usually in riddles. But his sister's voice….It had changed. His sister sounded completely serious this time. "Malik...I've looked into your picture. Your destined for something great. Greater than what I, or mother, would have ever seen twenty years ago." She said, and this caused Malik's eyes to widen. "There are going to be tough times ahead, but there will be joyous ones as well. You and a select few will be used to unite everyone, to save the nations before we're all destroyed. But getting everyone on your side will be...Difficult, to say the least."

Malik listened to every word his sister said, taking note of each one of them. His sister's words were never to be taken lightly. And she was practically giving away his next mission.

"You're next bounty will be to kill a man of the Noxian army." This caused Malik's eyes to widen. Noxus was a City-State as well, although it was the polar opposite of Demacia. Demacia valued laws, Noxus valued nothing but power. It's inhabitants were murders, rapers, tortuers. It's also a place for monsters to go. Monsters that used to be people who got too greedy and mixed with magic, technology, or perhaps were born monsters from other monsters. The thought of going there made his skin crawl.

"When will the man asking for this bounty come?" Malik asked. His tone was different than his normal, playful tone. Now it was dead serious, ready to work.

"Tonight. You must accept. However, you must not kill the man." Malik just about fell off of the couch when Isis said that.

"Wait, what?" He yelled out.

"You must not kill him. He will have a big part in things to come. He will help you." And in turn, help us. Isis couldn't help but to think. Yes, she had seen more than what she told her brother. But her brother would need to get stronger on his own. If he was to help Demacia, and the other City-State's with what's to come. "And remember these words. A blade bounces from enemy to enemy as a shadow flashes through the darkness. A Barbarian's rage holds no equal. The Archer runs from the Cougar. A virgin's blood spills on the snow."

Ah, these were the words Malik was used to coming out of his sister's mouth. Regardless, even these words seemed more dark and gloomy than what she usually said. And as Malik was walking towards his hotel as he moved through the streets after visiting his sister, he couldn't help but think of the last sentence.

A virgin's blood spills on the snow...Well, at least I'm safe. He joked to himself.


Please, remember to review! Also, I'm still asking for your guys opinions! Should the pairing be Akefia/Bakura/Ryou and then Malik/Marik, or all of them together? Right now, the way it's looking, is all of them together. But tell me why, and I might be convinced to do Bakushipping and Bronzeshipping!