Eight Years Later.

The streets of Noxus were crowded today, people walked in the pouring rain, their cloaks shielding them from the cold. It was a grey day and the people walked through the streets with despair and boredom, as if there truly was nothing worth loving in this blackened city. From the slow moving crowd, one hooded figure pushed past the others. Her cloak hid her face and fire red hair as she ran, a satchel slung over her shoulder and her cloak could not contain her excitement. She ran, hopped and skipped in the rain, running past every one until she stopped at a small tenet building. She ran up the stairs, burst through the front door and ascended up into her tenet. Her hands failed her for a moment while she fiddled with the door and its key, but made it inside, slammed the door behind her and released the biggest sigh of her life.

"This will be the day."She grinned and threw her cloak off. An eight teen year old Annie walked through her little tenet and rifled through her bag until she retrieved a necromancy tome and beheld it for a minute. She kept her hair short, and had to adorn Noxian dull clothing to fit in, but she didn't care. Today would be the day. She opened the book and flipped through its pages until coming to one particular spell. "One dragon's eye" She read and went to her shelves of ingredients. "Got that last week…" She pushed some jars aside. "Dragon's eye!" She held the jar and ran back to the book, knocking over a chair, as a small teddy bear fell on the ground with it. "Oh, sorry Tibbers," She carefully set the chair back up and delicately placed Tibbers on top. "Um… three Hag's fangs… Crap, did I get those? Oh I so did!" She cheered. "Alright, um… um, um, two harpy beaks…" She pulled these from her bag as well. "Pain in the ass to get… And boil it all in Griffon's blood." Annie lifted a caldron onto the table. "I think I have everything…"

It took time, but she had done it. She had assembled everything she needed and was ready to do what she had sworn to do eight years ago. Annie stood over the caldron, stirring it all with a large stick in classic wicked witch fashion and chanted. "Roc-Tu-Show, Roc-Tu-Show," She looked back at the book. "Roc-Tu-Show? Oh! Oh, Roc-Ta-Show, I thought it sounded off… Damnit, Roc-Ta-Show. Roc-Ta-Show."She continued this for forty minutes, as the book prescribed until the stew had become a vibrant green color. She took a small vile, and dipped it into the stew. "Come on Tibbers, we're going back to Shurima." She grabbed her bear and headed out.

An-Sheben watched as her daughter hit the target with the knife provided for her. "Very nice." She praised the little Yordle. "Go inside and I'll make you some dinner." And the Yordle did so. The former assassin had aged, Yordle lives were far shorter than that of humans, but she still could kill a man in less than four seconds.

"An-Sheben!" Annie called and she turned.

"Ah, the little red head who tried to incinerate me all those years ago."

"Yeah… Sorry about that…"

"I tease Annie, it's lovely to see you."

"And, same to you," Annie bowed.

"Did you come to try another formula?"

"I really think I've gotten it this time." And An-Sheben just chuckled.

"You know, if I open his tomb too many times, he won't be preserved any longer."

"That's okay, he'll be alive after this." She held the green vile in a triumphant pose which let An-Sheben chuckle again.

She led Annie through the cave the Shadow Mongers still dwelled in, always keeping watch over Shurima. She walked past the urban quarter, past the barracks and temples, all the way to the catacombs. There, in a great display, was the tomb of Amumu, or Tu-Tenka as they knew him here.

"I still think the League should've let us keep those statues here…" An-Sheben complained.

"Oh hush," Annie smiled and approached the tomb, as she had done before. She pushed the covering off just enough so she could see the little mummy's face, only slightly worse for wear than it had been when he died a second time. "Drink up," She slid the contents of the vile down his throat and waited. She waited and waited. Then waited and waited some more.

"Annie I'm going to make dinner for my daughter." An-Sheben called and left as Annie continued to wait.

"No… No, no!" She banged her hands against the stone tomb. "No! What did I do wrong this time!?" She sat on the ground and pulled the dark book out once again. "The Summoner Necromancer spell." Annie read from the book. "The ultimate necromancy spell, this spell will allow the caster to reanimate a living soul that has been dead for… Twelve months!?" She stopped. "Twelve months? What kinda ultimate spell are you! I'm trying to save the love of my life here!" She threw the book down and let it slide across the floor. "Wait… I can't reanimate his body… but maybe I don't have to… Maybe I just need his spirit…! An-Sheben! An-Sheben! You still have that weird pool thingy!?"

Twelve Months Later.

"Please. Please, I'm begging you to come back to me…" Annie said to the corpse on the table. Over the past year, she had assembled little bits and pieces from human specimens, she pulled a Dr. Frankenstein and crafted, what she believed to be, the perfect body for her friend. "Please work." She carried the corpse to the pool of memories, and dipped it into the water. Kissing its forehead before it submerged. This time she didn't chant. She sung. "Hmmm, hmmm," She lightly hummed and rubbed the corpses head. "En Ta Kay, Lo mi saw, Le Ka Shei no mi so, Hmmm, hmmm" She sat in the water, fully clothed for a minute, then two, then three, and then an hour. She sat in the water unsure of when her spell would take effect, but if this didn't work, she didn't have anything left. "Please Amumu… Please come back."

This seemed to be another failure and Annie felt the hope slip away from her again. She let go of the corpse and let it float for a minute before standing in the pool, her expression stoic and regretful. Then, small splashing, or air bubbles breaking the surface of the water. She turned back to her creation and saw nothing. She watched again and its figure moved, next came its toes, before all at once, the corpse burst from the water, gasping for breath. "Huh! Huh! What… How?" It seemed to say. "Where am I? Why am I wet?"

"Sh, sh…" Annie silenced the thing. "What is your name?"

"I…" The corpse tried to think. "I… Am… Amu," It struggled to formulate words.

"Amumu!?" Annie fell back into the pool with the corpse.

"Yes." It nodded and looked into her eyes. With its new eyes, it studied her only for a moment before coming to a realization. "Annie?"

"Yes!" She cheered. "Yes Amumu, it's me!"

"You're… So tall and you're hair is longer." Annie almost seemed to be crying at this point. "I'm so sorry, did I offend you?"

"Amumu you're back!" She hugged him in the shallow pool and she pulled away. "Are you still sad?"

"Only when I'm not with you." He smiled. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to let her best friend know how glad she was that he was back. She bent down in the water and kissed his lips with all the emotion she had pinned up for her entire adult life. "I love you." She said with tears of joy.

"I love you too," He said with his new smile and new lips. "Can I still wear bandages?"

"Of course you can still wear bandages you goof. I'm just glad you're back."

And thus! I end this fic. I pray to god you liked it after you waited so long... Maybe you want to find me and beat me to death with a stick... If that's the case, I offer my sincerest apologize and you'll be happy to know I think I'll stick to oneshots for awhile... Long stories are... not my Forte. Anyway, I think I'll continue this idea of older Annie and Franken Amumu... Maybe in a oneshot or somthing, anyway! that's it and have a lovely evening.