After Lulu's departure back to her home city, it was once again just Rengar and Gnar, and occasionally the Bestial Huntress. It returned to what it was before the sudden appearance of the Fae yordle, although Gnar did miss her at first since he had grown accustomed to her presence in the short while she stayed. It took a few weeks for him to forget about her, and to Rengar it almost looked as if he was lonely.

He would wake up, look around and after seeing his friend not there, his eyes would drop in disappointment but cheer up almost immediately when he saw Rengar.

Rengar wasn't surprised, though. The runt had grown attached to him just as fast, and especially since she was of his kind, it was really no wonder that they got along so well. That and there was no language barrier- as strange as Gnar's way of speaking was. Well, more or less anyway. If what Pix had told his mistress was true and Gnar was in fact from another time, how did he end up here?

Gnar was curled up with his head on his arms in a deep slumber, occasionally muttering nonsense. It all made sense, the more Rengar stared at him. The boomerang, the tiny tusks in his mouth because no male yordle he had seen had had them, the little bones on his head- they all fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It would also explain why he was alone in a jungle. If what happened only occurred to him, then he must've lost his family as well.

The thought had Rengar feeling strangely down for the kid, to lose everything at once and not remember anything was definitely distressing. But how had it all happened anyway?

Lulu mentioned Gnar had felt cold for a long time. Perhaps the weather had been different that time, but he knew for certain that Gnar had only recently escaped from it. Rengar had lived in the jungle for most of his life, and not once had he come across the young yordle. If only he could get Gnar to understand his words to take him to the place where he woke up. Perhaps it would solve the mystery of what happened.

He shook his head- it was probably extremely unlikely and he was in over his head about the entire situation. He couldn't help but be curious though. The runt was a living mystery and he had a feeling it would be a while before he found anything out.

As dusk approached across the horizon, a certain orange ball of fur stood deathly still, silently watching a rabbit nibbling on some leaves. It was probably taking its last bite to eat before it would retreat back to the safety of its home. The yordle's tail twitched in anticipation, but still he held his ground. The rabbit ate in unknowing peace, but was soon disturbed as, seemingly out of nowhere, danger leaped in front of him.

Unfortunately for Gnar, the rabbit's reflexes were faster than his actions, and in no time the rabbit bounded into the safety of the jungle's flora. The yordle pouted and crossed his arms as his prey disappeared, and looked towards Rengar, who was laughing at him, and frowned. Rengar patted his head and chuckled.

"It's alright kid, those rodents in these parts are quick to act. It will take some practice before you can even hope to catch one." This only further deepened the child's frown. "Don't give me that look. You can try again tomorrow."

He doubted it would make a difference, but better that than nothing. It was nearing nightfall anyway, and it would be best for them to return and continue later.

One thing Rengar had learned about Gnar during their training was that the kid hated failure. Occasionally, he would not be bothered, especially when learning something for the first time. Although, after that was a completely different story. Rengar guessed that it had to do with how he was an extremely fast learner. He would train and train on his own until he had perfected a technique- with his own unique twists. Just like how he had used his boomerang in his own special way, so had he adapted with other weapons.

He would use his agility and slipperiness often to surprise Rengar when he would test him on what he had learnt. It was honestly something that made him proud, that for someone that young he had already found his own way of doing things.

He had thought trying to train him to control his anger, but without proper communication he knew that was just a plan waiting to fail. The best hope he had was to wait until Gnar was older. He knew that occasionally, his temper might flare out- such as the incident with the monkey- but all children had their tantrums.

Maybe not quite so dangerous, but everyone was different.

As they approached the den, and already lit fire's glow could be seen and he sighed. He already knew who it was, and apparently so did Gnar as he ran towards the source without a second guess. He was a bit curious, though. Usually she didn't visit this late unless she had news to give.

As the Pridestalker entered, he saw Nidalee, with Gnar in her lap looking less than happy.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, clearly unimpressed. She rolled her eyes.

"Do I need a reason to come see my favourite yordle, hmm?" She held up Gnar, who didn't seem to mind at all. After she received no answer, but a look that clearly said 'you better start speaking', she laughed. "You're no fun. Anyway, there's a bit of unease going around the jungle."

"Unease? From what?"

"Demacians. They've been coming in and leaving frequently, with more each time, although I'm not sure for what. Some say they're traveling, others say they're looking for something, but no one really knows. Every animal is getting tense, expecting the worst."

"What do you think?"

She shrugged. "They haven't done anything, so I doubt they'd start now. Probably just exploring again. Perhaps it's just nothing." Her hands gently moved across Gnar's fur, as he sat in silence.

"I doubt it. If it truly makes everyone nervous, I don't think this should just be ignored." He sat and thought for a while. "If they do anything drastic, we may have to make them leave ourselves."

"Or perhaps Zyra will do it herself. I doubt she'd just let humans destroy her territory. If she's not bothered, then there's nothing to worry about," Nidalee explained, and Rengar hated to agree with her, but she was probably right. With something as sensitive to change as plant life, he seriously doubted Zyra would stand idly and watch her grounds be ruined.

"Well… As long as they don't threaten us, I'll let it slide."

She shrugged again. "Just thought I'd let you know, in case you start wondering why everything is quiet." She stood up and gently put Gnar, who had fallen asleep, to the ground, and left.

It was just a regular day with Rengar training Gnar. Their day had been uneventful with no sign of the creeping demacians. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of worry.

Before, it had just been him. Now he had a responsibility- in the form of an orange furball. As annoying as Gnar could be sometimes, it was his duty to protect him. He was a fast learner, and could probably take on someone alone. But he was still young, inexperienced and doubted demacians would just sit and watch their comrades be killed. Perhaps they wouldn't be so heartless as to fight and/or kill a child but the risks were there. There were some who didn't believe in a thing called mercy, even for a child.

It was while they were taking a break that he noticed Gnar had wandered off. Normally, he would shrug it off as Gnar would find his way back again in a few minutes, but with the dangers of the demacians approaching, he sprung up and called out for the yordle.

The response was not nearby, but he could hear it. And it sounded panicked.

He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, in the direction he had heard Gnar's shout. As he approached, he could hear Gnar's frantic babbling and to his surprise and relief, Gnar was just pointing to something on the ground. Curious, he took a closer look, and frowned. A demacian badge.

So they were closer than he thought.

But Gnar's panicked speech did not stop, and the yordle tugged on Rengars fur, all the while pointing behind him. He heard it then, the loud rustling of a bush, much too loud to be a small critter. But by then it was too late as several men jumped out. Two of them hastily grabbed Gnar, who was too stunned to dodge, and the yordle was then unable to move.

"No!" Rengar roared at the men, who faltered for a second before regaining their composure and tightening their grip on the helpless child. Rengar's sight of the men was blocked by two more, and he heard a third one behind him. In a second of quick movements, he swiftly took one down before grabbing another soldier by the throat, claws dangerously close to his neck. "Let the kid go."

He knew that this was no way to show peace, but they attacked without provocation. He had done no real damage to the downed man, and he had hoped that they would just see he was no threat. Gnar, however, was outright panicking and Rengar knew that he had to do something. The runt's fur was already turning darker shades of red and if they didn't stop, they would all be crushed for sure.

The soldier on the floor looked towards the ones holding Gnar. He looked terrified at the sudden change in appearance of the child. In a fit of panic he screamed, "Tranquilizers!"

"What?" Rengar muttered, and turned around, but it was too late. He felt the sting of the tranquilizer dart in his neck, and almost immediately felt its effects as his grip on the soldier loosened. His eyes moved towards the source, a gunman hidden in foliage. He saw the blur of another that hit Gnar, and his fur returned to normal over several seconds as the yordle quickly passed out.

His vision began to go hazy and his knees weakened, but still he would not give up. He would not let them take Gnar away. With the last of his strength, he lunged at the two and grabbed Gnar, before attempting to make a hasty escape.

"Again!"

He grunted as he felt another shot in hit his back.

He dropped to his knees before collapsing to the ground, eyes slowly closing, but still making sure Gnar was within his grip.

"What shall we do with him, sir?"

"Take him along with the others. Remember to keep him down, or he'll kill us all."

"Roger that. What about the kid?"

"Seems they had a connection, do the same with him."

A/N: Hey… anyone still here? I'm so sorry for the long wait, but ya know shit happens. Longer chapter next time, this is just a bridge of sorts.

Also, someone mentioned Rengar should've known trist and the gang, but since Riot retconned the original lore, I doubt that they would know each other if the rift didn't exist.

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