There was a knock at the door followed by an exasperated scream of excitement as Isame ran downstairs. As she opened the door Du Couteau greeted her warmly and stepped inside. Bending down he wrapped his arms around the small girl hugging her.

"Grandpa!" Isame's face lit up with joy, "I haven't seen you in a really long time."

Du Couteau was removing his coat and hanging it on the rack when he began to speak. "I wouldn't say a really long time, it's only been a couple of months." Finding the hook he placed his coat on it softly as Sona stepped out from the kitchen to greet him.

"You're looking beautiful as ever dear." Du Couteau spoke as he approached the older woman.

"How have things been going in Noxus?" Sona inquired happily kissing the mans cheek softly.

"They've been coming along nicely." Du Couteau hugged Sona as Talon began his descent down the stairs, the small note clasped in his hand.

"What of this political trip you'll be taking? Where are you heading?" Talon spoke with no particular emotion in his voice.

"What trip?" Du Couteau was curious to know what his student was speaking about. As Talon approached him he handed the note to Du Couteau. As Marcus studied it quickly he ran through possibilities in his mind. Taking Talon by the shoulder he led him a little ways away from the other two. "I didn't write this, where did you get it from?"

"I received it in the mail yesterday. I wasn't sure if it was a forgery or not, it looked legitimate enough, but something felt off." Talon spoke quietly not wishing to alarm the others in the room.

"We have much discuss, but we'll do it tonight, when they girls are asleep." Du Couteau raised his head turning around and smiling. Isame ran over to him hugging him around the stomach tightly.

"Grandpa, I need your help with a school project." she spoke quickly before seeing the look that her father gave her, "If you don't mind." she added quickly before releasing her arms from the man.

"It shouldn't be a problem at all dear. What do you need to know?" Marcus looked down into the little girls eyes wondering how the old sage expected such a young girl to take on the task ahead of her.

"Well…uh." Isame struggled to find the correct words to ask the question in her head.

Talon spoke up with no emotion in his voice. "It's about the war. If it's not any trouble."

Du Couteau's eyes turned sorrowful as he replayed the horrid memories in his mind. As he looked down at the young girl her eyes began to mirror his own and he smiled softly. "For you it shouldn't be a problem at all. I only hope you don't need to know any gruesome details." Du Couteau crouched down wiping the few forming tears from Isame's eyes.

"No details. It's for a project on strategy. I just need helping figuring out certain aspects of the battles. Why they were fought where they were and who had a tactical advantage. That sort of thing." Isame's eyes displayed no sign of emotion as she spoke.

"That should be no trouble at all. Why don't you show me what you've got done already. I'll try to help you with anything that you're missing or need help figuring out." Du Couteau breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to relive the carnage of the old days.

Isame rushed up the stairs returning with a packed folder. Inside there were maps with different markings signifying routes used and instillations on the surrounding areas. As Marcus looked at the maps he was surprised to see how detailed they were. "Where did you find all of this at?"

Isame looked at him seeing the surprise on his face. "I got help from a lot of people. Aunt Irie, and Miss Karma. Daddy helped me with a few and Aunt Kat. I was hoping to talk to Mr. Heimerdinger but he didn't seem overly enthused about it."

"That's alright. Much beyond robotics I'm not sure Heimerdinger has to much to offer you on this front." Marcus laughed quietly examining the maps once more. They were almost perfect, laying out where the major troop instillations were located, as well as artillery and supply lines. "So what did you need help on?"

"The Battle at Placidium." Isame's words continued to hold no emotion. "I didn't want to ask Aunt Irie. I didn't want to hurt her."

Du Couteau smiled at the kindness portrayed by the young girl and removed one of the blank maps from inside the folder. As he spoke he outlined the area that the battle took place at. Showing Isame the strong points of the Noxian front and also the instillations on the Ionian side. His words absorbed into her mind with tremendous retention. As he continued to speak Isame began to draw the symbols onto the map signifying the areas of special interest. As the discussion came to a close Du Couteau added in a small word of respect. "You know, it was Irelia that showed us that not even the most well thought out strategies can fail under the foot of people who show true love for the land that they inhabit. It was a terrible thing that happened to that girl, but it was her who was the deciding factor in the battle."

Standing up slowly Du Couteau glanced at the clock. Sona was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner while Talon sat on one of the couches in the foyer reading a paper. "Why don't you go get cleaned up for dinner." Du Couteau smiled at the young girl.

"Alright." she stood up and hugged him again "Thank you for the help." she scurried out of the room and up the stairs.

Du Couteau walked silently to the couch standing in front of Talon. "Walk with me." He motioned to the door.

Talon stood up and walked across the room. Du Couteau retrieved his jacket and put it on. Opening the door the pair walked out and began trekking across the courtyard. "I know where the note came from, but you will think me crazy if I tell you."

"Try me." Talon's words were stone cold."Months ago when we were in Noxus I had a near death experience, only to be saved by a man robed in white. A long forgotten sage to an ancient order of balance. He did not save my physically, but somehow he healed my wounds and here I stand today. He told me of a prophecy that his people had seen centuries past, and now their people are all but wiped out. I believe the note came from them, from the seers." Du Couteau spoke slowly to let Talon grasp the weight of the situation.

"And just what is this prophecy that they spoke of?" Talon looked at the other man wanting to know.

"It's about Isame, and you are her father. Tell me what have her tests shown?" Du Couteau looked at Talon now with a similar expression.

They continued to walk slowly, "They haven't shown anything, but she is still young. There is magical potential within her, but nowhere near the scale to be anything of a threat to her or anyone else. She is an extremely quick learner." Talon's voice was stoic as he spoke.

"Has there been anything else that you've seen yourself." Du Couteau asked with a concerned tone.

"Months ago she woke up in the middle of the night screaming. She said she had a bad dream. She wouldn't tell me what about, but I knew it was personal. I didn't want to pry but I did anyways and she revealed to me that she had seen in the dream. I was on the Fields and I was dying, but not the normal way. A week after hearing what the dream was about I encountered the dream first hand. There was a problem with the summoning and the mental link that keeps us safe was broken. Just as I realized the true pain of the blades cutting at me I felt myself began to fade, but I wasn't going back to the start. I remained motionless and aware as my body began to grow cold." Talon's words were still stoic.

"Then it's beginning to happen." Du Couteau spoke and Talon looked at him confused. "Foresight. It was revealed to me that Isame is the last of the Seers. What she experienced was not a dream but a vision of events to pass. The note that you received was accurate, I wasn't going to leave without telling you all. I didn't write it but yet here I am. I'm leaving but not for diplomatic reasons. There is an Island somewhere further than the Shadow Isles. I'm going there to find something, something for Isame."

"What should we do? Sona and I?" Talon looked at the other man.

"Fate is an odd thing, and we can no more escape it than we can run from it. Keep her safe, I have some books for her to read. They were left by the Seers centuries ago destined for her and only her. They're a remarkable people, and the old sage who saved my life visited me in a dream the other night. He told me that her initiation was at hand, and that the final piece of her understanding lay with a group of renegades on a long forgotten Island. So I will go to seek it out, to bring it back to her. In hopes that it may help her in understanding what is happening.""This all seems so far fetched." Talon began to speak but stopped looking for the correct way to continue. "What makes you believe that this is true?"

"What you've told me is all the more proof that I need. If anything happens to her in the next few days just show your support but do not pry. My guess is that she will be secretive at first. Afraid of the fate that has seemingly been forced upon her. Keep her strong, and I will return soon. The books that I've acquired are on their way from Noxus to here. They should be arriving in the next few days. Tell her that they are a present from me. And tell her that she will know when the time is right to read them." Du Couteau placed his hand on Talon's shoulder. "Now I believe dinner should almost be ready, can't stay out to late lest we make them worry."

"What did the prophecy speak of?" Talon asked the question knowing he wouldn't receive a full answer.

"It was never revealed to me, only that one day the last Seer would bring unity to Valoran. It seems so strange that such a fate would rest on the shoulders of such a young girl, but it never said it had to happen all at once. That's why we must show her our full support, and offer her as much help as we can. She should not have to bare this burden alone." Du Couteau stepped forward opening the door to the house.

As the two entered the room Sona had just finished setting the table. As they stepped into the dining area they sat down as Sona set the food in the middle of the table. Isame came downstairs in a hurry, her hair still damp from her shower. Her bright blue eyes shined brightly in the light and she smiled happily.

As they finished eating Du Couteau hugged the girls once more and kissed Isame on the cheek. "I'll be back when I get back from my trip. I hope you'll have much to tell me." He smiled softly as he exited the house and climbed into small car which had brought him here.

As the car made it's way back to Noxus Du Couteau's eyes slid shut. There was a small voice in his head even while sleeping that seemed to soothe him. "You've done what is best Marcus. You will find the book, and you will see first hand the prophecy of which I have spoken. Rest well, for the path ahead is long and deadly. But you will succeed. Even in the darkest of places there is always a light that guides us. It is us that must be able to perceive the light which is so readily in front of us."

His breathing was steady as the car made it's way into Noxus. As he woke his body was well rested and he walked into his private quarters. Opening a large armor case he withdrew the ceremonial armor of the High General. On the top of the case was a small rack which held two very ornate swords. Du Couteau had never seen them before but as he looked at them he smiled. The red stone seemed to absorb the dim light from the candle, like blood it flowed smoothly down the sheaths and into the ivory hilts. As he packed the armor up and took hold of the swords placing them carefully into a bag. As he stepped out of the room he did not look back, only thing forward to the task at hand.


Author's Notes: Here's the third chapter release. The story is becoming more and more dynamic and will take on a few independent plot lines of it's own but each of them will be important to the overall story. No spoilers on who will be focused on or have their own plot line, but needless to say I'll make sure they are all written well and that they will each hold significant importance to the story. One thing that I've been working on very hard is not having chapters that are simply used for "filler" although I see each chapter as having a meaning a lot of the time it seems like I'm just writing it to show a passage of time. I'm beginning to stray away from doing so and working on making each chapter it's own important piece of the story. With all the being said I hope that you all had a good Holiday season, and I hope that you enjoy the chapter.