Hi. Had a lot of time over a long weekend to write. So... Here's the new chapter, earlier than usual. Sorry if it's rushed, that's the way I write... :( oh well. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to all those who viewed, favorited, followed, and reviewed. I fixed all (if not most) mistakes, but if you find one, sorry, I'll fix it as soon as possible. Thank you for reading.

I quietly ate my breakfast in the massive white walled eating area.

How should I begin? I thought for a second.

Hi, do you remember me? Nope

Hi, I'm a big fan! … what...

I'm a summoner, could you help me train? Couldn't I just go to Lee Sin for that?

I sighed past a mouth-full of food. A hand fell on my shoulder.

"Morning Muzz." I turned. "Morning Cally."

Callion sat heavily on the bench next to me, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "What's up?"

"Nothing today, I didn't sign up for any games." I sighed quietly again, thinking of Sona.

Callion glanced at my sigh. "Something the problem?" I stared at my half finished plate of eggs.

"I dunno man."

Callion rolled his eyes and said, "Tome said somethin' was up, but he didn't tell me anything. Didn't know it was this bad."

I looked at him. "What did he say?" Callion shrugged.

"Just said you were gonna be depressed or something like that." I looked back at my food.

"Well... he wasn't wrong." Callion scooted closer.

"What's bothering you mate?" I glanced at him.

"You're a little close..." Callion backed up a little. "Okay seriously, what's up mate?"

I sighed. "Have you ever been in love?" Callion's eyebrows shot up.

"You're... in l...?!" I quickly shoved my hand over his mouth. "Shh!" I whispered. Callion took my hand slowly from his mouth.

"But, mate, this is great! You always seemed to be the type to be alone forever!" Callion with grinning. I stared at my food some more.

"This feeling... I've never experienced it this way..." I looked at Callion uncertainly. "It feels different from the way I love my parents." Callion rolled his eyes.

"Mate, you got a lot to learn. Trust me. That is definitely love." He started grinning again. "Now, who's this lucky gi-... say, you're straight right?"

What?

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Callion sighed.

"I mean, do you like girls? Like, not guys," he explained. My eyes widened.

"No no! I'm straight! I promise you!" I looked pleadingly at Callion. The latter let out a sigh of relief.

"Whew... thought I was gonna have to hook you up with a guy..." I shook my head vigourously.

"It's a … girl..."

How would you describe Sona?

"So what's she like?" Callion asked excitedly. I opened my mouth to respond, but Mellie and Tome sat down before I could.

"Hey guys!" Mellie chirped happily.

"Yo Muzz." Tome looked happy too, for some reason.

"Guess what?" Mellie looked a little to excited for me.

I glanced at Callion. "What's going on?" Callion was hiding a smile. "Just ask her what."

I turned back to Mellie. "What?"

"Tomeaskedmeoutandnowwe'redating-" I held up my hand.

"Woah woah woah! Slow down!" I sighed. "Say what now?"

"Tome and I are dating!" Mellie exclaimed with has to be the happiest expression in the world.

I looked at Tome, my eyebrows raised. He smiled tiredly. "Yep."

"Fi-nally!" exclaimed Callion. "Jeez! Took forever!" I looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"These two," Callion indicated to the couple, "have had feelings for each other for ages. Tome wouldn't admit his bloody feelings for years. And Mellie was always too shy." Callion rolled his eyes. "Finally Tome asked her out. Thank God." Callion slumped in his chair, but immediately sat up again.

"Muzz, you were saying?" I went red with embarrassment.

"I-It's nothing..." I mumbled. They all looked at each other. Then looked at me.

"Yeah, right!" They chorused together. I looked at them; Callion excited, Tome curious, and Mellie looking totally lost.

"U-uh... so do you guys have any games today?" I desperately tried to change the subject. There was a pause. Mellie put a hand on my shoulder.

"Muzzy... if there's anything bothering you, you can tell us you know. We're your friends."

We stood there for a second.

"That was so cheesy," Tome voiced what we were all thinking. Mellie covered her blushing cheeks with her hands. "But equally true." He amended, smiling warmly at his new soulmate.

I looked away respectfully as they both leaned in for a kiss... to see 5 guys from other floors glaring at Tome jealously. Callion seemed to notice too. He interrupted the two, "Ahem."

Tome and Mellie jumped apart, both blushing wildly.

Callion whispered something in Tome's ear. Tome immediately turned and stared down the other boys.

A bigger dude, probably the leader of the pack, stepped up in front. The entire hall had gone silent. The Champions were looking on, but dared not interfere. I didn't want to look any longer. I didn't want to see her face, for fear of accidentally confessing through our minds.

The leader raised an arm, a finger pointed accusingly at Tome. He spoke with a ragged, angry voice.

"You broke your promise, didn't you?"

Tome's eyes hardened. He stepped in front of us and crossed his arms, eyebrows raised.

"So what if I did?"

The leader laughed. He bared his teeth.

"It means you have to die."

Tome turned toward Mellie, who had her hands covering her mouth. He smiled half-heartedly.

"Looks like my past is coming to haunt me. It'll be over soon. I'll be back, after I'm done with him." Tome jerked a thumb toward the small group of guys. He turned, "Muzz, watch my back, they have weapons."

Took me a second to comprehend that.

"How did you...?"

Tome shrugged. "You left your butterfly knife on your bed stand."

"A-ah..." I rolled my shoulders, loosening up. I pulled out my knife, flipping it around my thumb, the polished blade glowing a slight blue.

"Finished with your goodbyes?" The leader taunted.

Tome answered, "Yeah, just about."

"Then, let us begin." The leader pulled out a huge blade of energy from its scabbard. Energy hummed and sizzled off of it.

Tome spoke, never keeping his eyes off his opponent.

"Think you handle a two against five Muzz?"

I sized them up.

"They aren't to bad." I noticed two iron plates around his knuckles.

"Plan on killing them?" Tome actually looked back this time.

"Well, yeah, they are about to kill us." He looked at me incredulously. I settled into a stance as I realized the weight of the situation.

"Okay." I put my mind into a calm state, a practice of battle in my home.

With a battle cry, Tome rushed the leader drawing a fist to full power, the other pointing at the chest of the target. I was right behind him, holding my knife carefully, watching our other opponents. A muscular guy stepped in front of the leader, going for a straight right hook toward Tome's head. I dodged in front of Tome, deflecting the fist with the flat of my blade. Quickly moving, I retaliated with a quick jab toward the attacker's arm and pressed forward with swift jabs and slashes. Suddenly, I was being attacked by two other opponents, forcing me to retreat hastily. I could hear Tome fighting the leader and another person, but I dared not turn my head from the threat in front of me.

My three opponents circled me, one taking a short quarter staff from his waist. I closed my eyes, concentrating. I felt them closing in. I felt the staff coming. I felt a fist coming to hit me. I felt everything. Lashing out to my right, I deflected the staff, then blocked the fist with my free hand. The two staggered back, but the third was still coming. I jumped back, then closed the distance quickly with a leap and whacked him with the butt of my knife.

Two left.

A kick and another staff swing coming. I only remember knocking the staff away, blocking the foot with a quick swing of my knife. I remember desperately fending off both of my attackers, blocking strikes left and right, my knife weaving a web of steel around me. Suddenly it was over, my opponents lying on the floor. The entire hall was silent.

I remembered Tome.

I turned frantically, looking desperately. I saw Tome lying on the ground, the leader triumphantly raising his sword for one last strike. I remember knocking Tome out of the way, holding the huge sword with my knife, an inch away from my throat. I was hit, hard, on the head. Dazed, I watched the sword come up. And then down. I closed my eyes, thinking of a certain blue-haired Maven, praying for help.

Pain and death did not come.

I slowly opened my eyes.

What is this?

A green light surrounded me, healing my bruises, my wounds. I was lifted into the air, placed gently on my feet.

Sona...?

The Champion hovered in front of me, the blade stuck in the magic between her hands. An angry chord sounded, blasting all but me away from her.

I fell to my knees, thanking whatever god there was that saved me. That god turned, gently caressing my face in golden light. She smiled. The floor coming to meet my eyes. The sound of a blade hitting the floor. And all went black.

I woke suddenly, with Mellie looking over me.

W-what...

I was to tired to finish my thought. Mellie noticed my half open eyes. Her own widened. She shouted behind her.

"He's awake!"

A multitude of footsteps came running toward where I lay. Tome and Callion appeared in my vision, wrestling with two others to get to me. I could hear something being said,

"-deserve to see him first!"

Another voice, "Stand down summoner. We will speak with him."

I recognized that voice. I tried to sit up, but immediately wishing I hadn't. Pain erupted in my back and I realized there was a bandage wrapped around my head.

"Kolminye..."

The voices paused. A face leaned over me.

"Muzzy, was it? We meet again."

I tried to sit up again, but she stopped me.

"Whoa, summoner, I'm just here to talk. There's no need for the formalities." I managed to nod my head.

"You are a participant of the battle of the hall, about 3 days ago?"

"... three … days?" She answered grimly.

"You've been out for three days. Now answer the question. Were you part of the battle?"

"Y-yes."

The High Counselor's face went in and out of focus.

"Could you explain in detail what happened?"

"I... I..." My head spun. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"High Counselor, I think he needs to rest," Mellie interrupted. "Maybe you can interrogate him later."

As my vision faded, I heard steps leading away from me, voices whispering incoherently.

I woke to the morning with a refreshed mind. Sitting up in my bed, I immediately fell back down. Surprised at my weakness, I slowly swung my feet out of my bed. My knife was where it always was, right next to my clock.

I grabbed it and checked for dents and scratches. The handle was fine, my father's name still inscribed in the corner.

The blade was a different story. There were scratches and lines on it. A choppy blue line along the edge told me it was dull.

I sighed, closing the knife and sheathing it. I limped to the door, holding the frame for support. Opening it, two guards jumped in surprise and turned to block me.

I raised my eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" asked one of the guards.

"Uh... going to eat." My stomach rumbled for support.

They looked at each other.

"I guess eating is okay. Let him go down to the hall." The other shook his head.

"Fine, but we will have to escort him."

Walking down the hall with two guards was a different experience for me. Everyone moved out of my way, not the other way around.

When I stepped into the eating hall, everyone looked at me. Everything was silent. I averted my eyes to the floor, not used to so much attention.

Someone started clapping. Soon, everyone in the hall was applauding, as if I'd done something great. I was confused. I killed. That was punishable by the rules. So why?

"Welcome back!" Someone was shouting from the middle.

"Alright! Alright! Calm down everybody! He needs food, move aside!" A guard got agitated. The crowd quieted down, but chatter resumed in whispers. Good or bad, I didn't know. I picked up my usual meal from the counter, then turned toward my spot with Tome, Callion and Mellie. As I got closer, I realized they were grinning. I looked at them questioningly.

Tome nodded toward the opposite side of the room.

What?
I turned, slowly, afraid.

A woman was standing, no, floating behind me. She had flowing blue hair. An etwahl floating in front of her, her delicate hands playing a soft melody.

Sona.

The Maven floated toward me. I was in awe. She had looked at me. No matter how chiche it sounded, Sona had looked at me. Everything was silent. Nothing existed, expect this goddess and me. Only her. Only me.

Sona stopped in front of me and her feet slowly touched the ground. Her ethawl floated to the side. It almost looked bashful. Then Sona embraced me.

The hall erupted in cheers. Someone wolf-whistled.

A single tear escaped my eye.

"Thank you, Sona." I whispered.

Annnnnd, that's a wrap. Hella long chapter. Sheesh. Again, thank you for reading. Please R&R. Later.