A/N: Honestly, I have no idea where this is going. -Author, 2015.

Much love for all the people who took the time to look at my story.

Chapter Two: Dead on Arrival

The train ride across Valoran was quiet at first. Mordekaiser and the mute that sat beside him were content with enjoying their passing surroundings. "So Maven," Mordekaiser said, finally breaking the peaceful silence "What does Demacia have to offer to a denizen of the Shadow Isles."

'Many things, Mordekaiser. Our buildings are well designed and adorned with beautiful accoutrements. It is best if I show you once we get there.'

"Mmm." Morde nodded "And the place we are staying at?"

'My mother's manor. I inherited it once she passed away.' Sona replied, an ounce of melancholy in her tone.

The Master of Metal picked up the tone of her voice

"How did she die?"

'My Etwahl killed her.' Her voice much quieter than before. He saw her bring her sleeve up to rub something out of her eyes.

"I did not mean to tread-"

The mute cut him off, giving the man a sad smile 'It is alright. I know you meant no harm.'

Mordekaiser remained silent, opting to ride out the remainder of the trip in silence.

"Thresh..." Hecarim muttered, his patience wearing thin. "We should have been in the springs already. We shouldn't keep the girls waiting."

The undead quartet finally arrived in Ionia but faced a few problems on arrival. What made it worse was when the Chain Warden and Deathsinger began to collect souls of those eternally resting. Now the four friends found themselves in the custody of Irelia and a battalion of Ionian soldiers.

"By order of the Elders." Irelia spoke, irritation evident in her voice, "I am to keep you in custody until another champion of the Shadow Isles comes to to claim you."

"What?!" Hecarim shouted, his temper beginning to flare "I understand the reason of detaining these two idiots but why do Yorick and I have to be kept in custody."

The Will of the Blades crossed her arms "You were an accomplice and as I saw it, you also took part in these heinous acts." She stated matter-of-factly.

"This is an outrage!" The spectral centaur declared.

"What is an outrage," She countered "is that I am spending my vacation apprehending a bunch of undead hooligans. I even had to cancel my plans for today and I was gonna spend some time with my friends...-

Hecarim stopped listening to her rant as he turned to Thresh. "Chain Warden, have you devised a plan for out escape."

The ghostly jailor nodded "Yes. We should be able to execute it in a few moments." A maniacal laugh coming from his maw.

The Shadow of War's features twisted into a smirk "Perfect."

The train came to a halt as it reached its destination. Mordekaiser awoke and looked to see the Maven of Strings resting her head on his metal armor.

"Maven." Mordekasier spoke, giving her a not too gentle poke.

Sona's eyes blinked slowly before widening in realization of where she was resting on. 'Forgive me, Lord Mordekaiser. I did not mean to fall asleep on you.' A shade of red covered her face in embarrassment.

"You are forgiven." Mordekaiser waved her apology off, thinking nothing of her actions. "But we have arrived Maven. Since this is your city, I assume you are the one who will be guiding me and not the other way around."

'Of course.' Sona floated off, grabbing her bag before stepping off the train. Mordekaiser followed shortly.

"So this is Demacia." The Steel Emperor said to himself "Well, it certainly has less fith compared to the slums of Noxus."

'Coming from you, Mordekaiser, I do not know if that was a compliment or an insult.'

Tall golden spires dotted the land before him. Ivory streets garnished with gold trimmings paved the way to marble buildings. A bustling crowd of commuters and travellers passed the two by, occasionally sparing them a curious glance and a smile (which was usually aimed towards Sona). The colors of the city and its denizens contrasted the Master of Metal in more ways then one.

'Come, Master of Metal. Let us head to the manor.' Sona said, urging the towering figure behind her to follow.

Mordekaiser nodded and began a steady pace next to her "When was the last time you visited Demacia, Maven?"

'Oh, a few weeks ago. Though it was only a brief visit, I did not have time to visit the manor.' Sona replied, an easy smile on her face as her eyes kept on the path before them. After a few more minutes of walking in silence, the pair arrived at the front of a large gate. Beyond it lay a cobblestone path surrounded with grass covered by the snow that also infested the rest of the city.

Mordekaiser walked beside the Maven, noting how well the flora flourished even under the blankets of snow that covered the majority of the courtyard.

'Calor should have lunch ready for us.'

"Calor?"The undead warlord asked.

'My families butler and caretaker of the estate. When my mother was away he would take care of me. He was like a nanny of sorts.'

The pair reached the end of the path where steps of marble lead them to a pair of dark wooden doors. The mansion was quiet large, it was expertly designed and carried an air of elegance. It's architecture was contemporary in design.

The door opened, revealing an elderly man. He had on the usual butler black and white. His hair was thinning and already was beginning to turn a light gray. His eyes squinted for a few moments, as if to make the image in front of him clearer.

"Ah Miss Buvelle, welcome home."

Sona couldn't restrain herself and immediately leaned over to give the old man a hug.

The man chuckled, returning the gesture before gazing up at the warlord beside Sona. "Ah you also have brought a guest. Wait, are you the general of the Shadow Isle? Lord Mordekaiser is it?"

Slightly surprised, the warlord tilted his head in a nod. "I am."

"Ah. Pleased to meet you." The elder offered his hand which was taken by the armored warrior without hesitation.

"How is it you know of me, old man?"

"Sona tells me about you whenever she has time to stop by. Out of all her friends she loves talking about you the most."

"Does she now?" The Master of Metal raised an eyebrow before turning his head to give Sona a surprised look. All the Maven was able to offer him was a sheepish grin out of embarrassment.

"Yes. But that is a conversation meant to be shared over lunch." Calor said as he ushered the two inside.

He took the bags Mordekaiser and Sona brought with them.

"I trust you still remember where the dining room is, Maven." Mordekaiser said as he eyed the main area.

'Do not worry, Mordekaiser. Us mortals are competent enough to find our way in our own homes.' His blue haired companion replied in a playful manner 'Perhaps you are more comfortable among the many suits of armor that decorate the mansion.'

"Perhaps Maven, perhaps." Mordekasier chuckled, smiling beneath his menacing helmet.

A/N: So yeah. Here's chapter two. Sorry if the ending kinda fell off like late game Renekton. I have trouble ending things both here and the actual game