So, we're back again, nothing new, so what's up, guys and gals, FicfansEverywhere here bringing you a new chapter! Last time on Dragon Ba- I mean, The Dawn Has Arrived, Helios shoved a cactus up Sion's anus. ...What? Was I missing something else? Oh, right, and Katarina, Talon, Cassiopeia and Riven promptly gave Swain the Finger and ditched Noxus. Cassy went to Shurima, while the others went in favor of Demacia. No doubt that Swain's going to be salty about THAT. And the worst part is that he can't complain, because it was totally his fault that it happened. Well, worst for HIM, but for us, it's a blessing from the heavens. So, frankly, this chapter will have...

Uh...

...Well, I honestly don't know where I'mma go with this. I will just let my writer's instinct guide me along the plotline. I guess I've got an inkling of an idea, so how about we just see where this goes, hmm? Also, if any of you are wondering why Riven didn't go to Ionia, well...I forgot to consider that as an option. :P I dunno what to tell you, sometimes things just slip your mind, which is a shame, because Riven x Yasuo, for those of you who were wondering, is a ship in this. But, then again, while Yasuo's forgiven her, it's not like all the other Ionians have. Now, join me as we blindly walk into the next chapter! Also, we just hit one hundred reviews! Triple digits, baby!

"So, how'd it go?" I asked the three former Noxians as they walked into the recreation room, which, a few days after I completely trashed it, had been repaired. Leather sofas now lined the center, and a huge HD flat-screen TV had been placed in front. The pool tables and everything else had been replaced, and the bar had been expanded. I guess the League wanted to take advantage of the destruction and improve a little. There were even a few game consoles underneath the TV. Sweet. I myself was lounging on a recliner with a soda, idly flipping through the channels.

"Our applications were accepted by the Queen." Katarina shrugged, plopping herself down on a sofa. "I was expecting Jarvan the Third, but apparently he had business to attend to."

"Still?" I raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought he'd be done by now." I shrugged, refocusing my attention on the screen. Camille and Lee Sin were having a Leg Fight on the Twisted Treeline, and there was no way in hell that I was missing the possible answer to one of my most curious questions. "He might just still be mad at me for trashing him when I went to apply."

"Why exactly did you do that again?" Talon asked, taking a spot next to his sister. He wasn't wearing his typical cloak, but as the next best thing a hoodie covered his head.

"It was mainly because he had an unpleasant opinion of Shyvana." I replied. "Hell, I even gave Jarvan permission to marry her at anytime, right then and there."

"And you think the King will just be okay with it?" Riven asked.

"There isn't much he can do otherwise." I said. "After all, what's a king to a god?"

"I thought you were an almost-god." Katarina drily replied.

"Details." I watched Camille repeatedly mock Lee Sin, before being drop-kicked in the face. "I gotta go after this match is done, so you three can just take the remote when I leave."

"Why?" Katarina frowned. "What's so important?"

For a brief millisecond, my face flashed with concern. Eminita's warning had been eating me up for days, and I'd been losing precious beauty-sleep worrying. This is the problem with visions of the future. They can make you go nuts, and if you don't like what's coming, well, too bad. Trying to prevent the future usually winds up with said future happening because you tried to prevent it. Gods, I hate movies that involve stuff like this. You can't change the future; you can only change who's responsible for it.

"Just have to take care of a few things." I replied, standing up and handing Katarina the remote. "I should probably deal with them now; just hit Record so I don't miss anything."

As I left the room, I began to hear furniture being thrown around. Not two seconds after I'd left had the three of them started fighting over the remote. Kids.

And so, that was how I wound up high in a tree outside the Institute, checking it over with a pair of binoculars. Eminita wanted me to be prepared? Fine. I would be prepared.

What? What's the problem with binoculars? Lots of spies use them! ...I think.

I was even humming a bit of secret agent music to myself while I was perched on a branch, hidden by foliage. I wasn't getting bored; there was a ton of hectic stuff going on at the moment. The problem was figuring out what to focus on.

Mordekaiser and Azir, strangely enough, arguing about whether hot dogs were better than fried chicken. I decided to pass that one over.

Caitlyn had gotten crazy drunk, and was currently over-exaggerating her accent and the stereotypes that followed through the bar's window. She was twerking on a table, shouting "Pip-Pip" and "Cheerio" and all that, followed by a "Tally-ho!" when she attempted to jump off the table and crowd-surf, except that there was no crowd. Vi wasn't even trying to stop her; she just filmed the whole thing.

Jinx had just stolen Thresh's Pop-Tarts. Thresh hated it when that happened. He was a bit of a wackjob, so don't be surprised as to why he loved Pop-Tarts. He repeatedly went after Jinx, screaming "GIVE ME BACK MY STRAWBERRIES!" while Jinx did no such thing.

Weird things happen when people think I'm not paying attention.

Karthus was attempting to serenade a flock of geese. Enough said.

Sejuani was feeding Bristle bacon bits. I can't even begin to describe how wrong that was. Bristle clearly had no idea, and Sejuani looked like she was loving it.

Draven was slapping stickers that looked like his face on everything, but it ended when he accidentally put one on Hecarim's horse-butt. Boy, that was fun to see.

Viktor was attempting to robotocize a carrot. I had no idea what he was hoping to achieve with that.

Renekton was fishing for Nami in the Institute's indoor pool, while Diana and Warwick were talking.

Wukong was going apeshit bananas because he was out of banana-fudge sundaes, while Tryndamere and Braum were having a flex-off. Ashe was drooling at her husband the entire time.

Wait, hold on, back up a second, what?!

I looked back at the previous events. No, not the flex-off (although Raka probably wouldn't mind if I tried it myself, hue hue hue), the other thing!

Diana and Warwick were ominously talking in a hidden corner of the Institute. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but knowing those two, it couldn't be good. Especially with Warwick involved, that son of a bitch. I was going to carpet his bedroom floor with Legos the first chance I got.

(AN: Of course Legos exist here. Legos are multiversal. No universe will ever escape their glory.)

I mean, if anything said suspicious, it was my two least favorite champions talking when they didn't even have a reason to...that I knew of. It would probably be a good idea to get closer, listen in.

"Psst, what are you looking at?" Lux whispered next to me.

"Oh, just Warwick and Diana talking, which I find kinda suspicious- WHAT THE HELL?!" I exclaimed, dropping the binoculars. They broke on the ground, which was bad, because I'd swiped those binoculars from Ezreal's room. "When did you get here?!"

"I've been here the whole time." She giggled. "I just refracted light around myself so that you wouldn't see me."

"Why?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know, I guess it was just funny to watch you look at everyone through those binoculars." She scooted a little closer to me on the branch. "What are you looking for, anyways?"

"Uh...nothing in particular." I lied.

"Liar." Lux narrowed her eyes. Damn it, I forgot that she was a spy. "Come on, what is it?"

"It's..." I sighed. "I got a call from a friend the other day, saying that something bad was coming. A 'storm,' and all that. So, I've been keeping tabs on people for a bit."

"And you haven't told anyone?" Lux raised an eyebrow.

"Are you kidding? After what happened with Swain a few days ago?" I huffed, before looking back out at the Institute. "I'll tell them eventually, but right now, we've got enough to worry about. Can you keep this a secret?" I asked. "I'd rather not have to deal with widespread panic at the moment."

Lux thought about it for a second. "Alright." She said. "On one condition."

"Name it." I replied.

"I get to tell my Star Guardian friends about this." She said.

"Really? That's it?" I asked. "I was kinda planning on telling them anyways. They're my honor guard, after all."

Lux nodded, appearing to accept my answer, before suddenly freaking out. "Wait, what?!"

"Oh..." I sweat-dropped. "Right. I never told you. Um, you see..." I scratched the back of my head. "A while ago, way before I ever came down to Runeterra, I pretty much infused the five of you with some of my power when you weren't looking, in response to the growing presence of the Void in Valoran." I shrugged. "You're basically my honor-guard, except you guard Runeterra, not me."

"Wait, so let me get this straight." Lux said. "You're the reason we have to wear those skimpy outfits?! I don't even like glitter!"

"Well, I'm a star, not a fashion designer, so excuse me if my experiment didn't go the way I planned!" I retorted. "It wasn't like I had experience with magically infusing people before!"

She then proceeded to swat me off the tree branch. I landed on my face. It hurt a lot.

Later that day, I got a call on my phone.

"Helios." It was Aurelion.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm missing a bit of my hair."

I promptly ended the call. I couldn't be bothered.

Afterwards, I decided to find something to get my mind off of things. Lux had agreed to keep an eye out, and I had no doubt that she'd do an exceptional job. Lux was one of the best spies in Demacia, and she'd even infiltrated Noxus a few times to swipe valuable information. Besides, with Janna, Lulu, Poppy and Jinx also helping her (though I was pretty sure Jinx was still occupied with Thresh's Pop-Tarts), there was no way that Eminita's so-called "storm" would hit me by surprise.

The sound of music eventually caught my attention. It was coming from the Institute's radio station, which technically belonged to Draven, but was used by other champions when they wanted to try their hand at various instruments. Turns out, Kha'Zix is exceptional at the piccolo.

...I'm kidding. I really have no idea what a piccolo is.

I found Ahri, Sona and Ellis in the recording section, Ellis working the various gadgets and doodads. Ahri and Sona were in two separate rooms, which were visible through glass windows. Ahri was in her Pop Star Skin, singing into a microphone with headphones on, while Sona was plucking away at her ethwal at a quicker pace than normal.

"Hey." Ellis didn't even look up from what he was doing. "You looking for something?"

"Not really." I replied to my summoner, shrugging. "I'm just bored. Katarina, Talon and Riven got their applications accepted, so now I'm just trying to figure out how to keep myself occupied." I slumped into a chair next to him. "Really, things just kinda...slowed down, all of a sudden." The only thing that was of any interest at the moment was what Diana and Warwick were talking about, along with Swain briefly leaving the Institute, taking the remaining Noxian champions with him. I had no idea why he'd just suddenly up and left; hell, nobody did. He'd just left without a word. The High Councilor told me that he was just heading back to Noxus to deal with some business, but I found that extremely odd. Then again, some of his best champions ditched him, so he was most likely going to create some half-assed excuse as top why that had actually happened. Kolminye had actually allowed it, so long as he swore to never again do something as despicable as murder Marcus Du Couteau. That was how she phrased it, anyways.

"Well, if you're bored, you could always listen to what we're working on." Ellis nodded toward the room's other occupants.

"Finally getting to work on that album you've been talking about?" I asked.

"Yep." He replied. "Things are kind of tense at the moment, and right now there isn't much anybody can do, so we figured we might as well get started."

"How far have you gotten?" I asked.

"Oh, just three songs." Ellis answered. "They're pretty good, though. I think that a lot of people will enjoy them once they hit the radio. Wanna hear?"

I shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do, so what the hell, why not?"

"Alright, then." He motioned for Ahri and Sona to stop, while he fetched a pair of headphones from a spot on the table. "Why...don't you try...listening to this." He murmured, fixing a chord to the headphones and handing them over. "We kinda branched out a bit and decided to try a bit of island-music. You know, ukuleles and all that?" I fiddled with them until they were comfortable on my head, and waited until Ellis pressed a button on those funny doodads. I really need to learn more about tech. I can't call them "doodads" forever.

Then the beat hit me, and it did indeed start with a bit of strumming from a ukulele. Sona could make different sounds on her ethwal, ranging from a harp to an electric guitar (Pentakill) and apparently...this. The lyrics started, and I began to bounce lightly in my chair as Ahri's voice filled my eardrums:

Don't think about it

Just move your body

Listen to the music

Sing "Oh-ey-oh"

Just move those left feet

Go ahead, get crazy

Anyone can do it

Sing "Oh-ey-oh"

Show the world you've got that fire (fire)

Feel the rhythm getting louder

Show the room what you can do

Prove to them you've got the moves

I don't know about you

But I feel better when I'm dancin', yeah yeah

Better when when I'm dancin', yeah yeah

And we can do this together

I bet you feel better when you're dancin', yeah yeah

And when you finally let go

And you slay that solo

'Cause you listen to the music

Sing "Oh-ey-oh"

'Cause you're confident, babe

And you make your hips sway

We knew that you could do it

Sing "Oh-ey-oh"

Show the world you've got that fire (fire, baby)

Feel the rhythm getting louder

Show the room what you can do

Prove to them you've got the moves

I don't know about you,

But I feel better when I'm dancin', yeah yeah

Better when when I'm dancin', yeah yeah

And we can do this together

I bet you feel better when you're dancin', yeah yeah

I feel better when I'm dancin'

I'm better when I'm dancin', aye, oh-ey-oh

feel better when I'm dancin', yeah yeah

Better when I'm dancin', yeah yeah

Don't you know

And we can do this together

I bet you feel better when you're dancin', yeah yeah

(You got the moves, babe)

I feel better when I'm dancin'

I'm better when I'm dancin', hey

Feel better when I'm - yeah, yeah

(AN: To be honest, I feel like Ahri would sing like Meghan Trainor. I dunno why, but that's the vibe I get. Also, I finally figured out what I'm going to do with this chapter, and it will be the prelude to a big part of this story's plotline! So, I guess until the end, this'll be a more relaxed chapter.)

"Pretty damn good." I smirked as the song finished. "And you're planning on making more stuff like that?"

"Yeah, we should have the album done in a month or two." Ellis replied. "Honestly, I'm surprised at how much progress we're making."

"Well, congrats on that, man." I stood up, patting him once on the shoulder. "Alright, I'm gonna head out. That was pretty entertaining, but I've still gotta find other ways to keep my boredom at bay."

"'Kay, see you later." He waved a brief goodbye as I stepped out the door.

Ten minutes later, I was lacing face-down on a bench in the gardens, groaning in irritation. The snow had melted, too, so I wasn't able to do fun snowy things.

"SO BOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRREEED." I complained. "Seriously, why have things stopped all of a sudden? Just last chap- a few days ago, things were going nuts, but now there's nothing to do!"

"Grandpa?" Shyvana called from somewhere to my right. "What exactly are you doing?" I looked up to see her standing there, Jarvan on her left.

I gave a half-hearted shrug. "I'm bored."

"Bored?" She raised an eyebrow. "For once, you of all people literally have nothing to do?"

"Apparently." I replied. "I briefly entertained myself by making random trees pop up out of nowhere, but I lost interest after a while."

"Really?" Jarvan asked. "You're capable of such a thing?"

I gestured around me. "Where do you thing those random coconut trees came from?" At some point, I had just decided to plant them in the center of the path.

He looked at them, frowning. "I had just assumed they were a part of the garden."

"Here, watch this." I pointed at the ground near the bench. "Bananas!" A banana tree instantly popped up out of the ground from where I pointed.

"So, you can do this just about anywhere?" Shyvana asked.

"Pretty much." I replied. "I was gonna make a papaya tree sprout in Wayne's bathroom, but I'm way too lazy right now." All of a sudden, I felt a sharp buzzing in the back of my head. It made my ears ring, and goosebumps pop up on my skin.

"Wait, hold on." I sat up. "My Spider-Sense is tingling."

"Your what?"

"I get a weird buzzing sensation in the back of my head when Elise is about to do something stupid." I explained. "Which means she may be about to eat somebody."

"Why you even be able to sense that?" Shyvana asked.

"Plot reasons."

"What?"

"NevermindgottagoI'llseeyoulaterbyyyyyyyyyyye!" I called back as I dashed off, following the source of my buzzing. I didn't even bother turning; I just ran through several walls until I was in the hallways. I discovered the source to be the Counselor's Office, where I could hear Elise making a bit of banter with her prey.

I promptly kicked down the door, catching her red-handed in spider form, with the counselor leisurely talking to her while hanging from a thread of webbing connected to the cocoon around his body, although his head was still free.

"Elise!" I sternly said. "Put. The Counselor. Down." I waggled a finger. "Or I'm telling Kolminye."

She huffed. "Very well." She slashed apart the webbing with her front legs, gently putting him down. She was no stranger to how strong I was, and respected me to some extent because of it. Enough to refrain from ripening people up when I caught her, at least.

"You. Me. Discussion. Now." I gestured to the door. "Sorry about that, Mr. Badger." I apologized. "That must've been unpleasant."

Jay shrugged. "It's become a constant occurrence during my sessions with her, anyways. You can take her off my hands. We were just finishing before you kicked down the door."

(AN: In case you were wondering, I have special permission from HoneyBadgerDCFF to use Jay Badger for a bit, so no, don't leap at the chance to accuse me of plagiarism)

"I'll bet." I growled, shoving Elise through the doorway before putting the door back on its hinges. "What the hell, Elise?!" I snapped at the Spider Queen. "Why would you even think about eating someone?!"

"I haven't the faintest idea what you speak of, Helios." Elise raised an eyebrow. "I was merely having a session with the counselor, surely that isn't enough to warrant your judgement?"

"Elise, you know very well what I'm talking about." I snapped. "I can tell when you're about to have a 'snack,' remember?"

She sighed in defeat. "Very well, I was considering the prospect." She raised her palms in a what-can-you-do gesture. "But Lord Vilemaw's will must be done."

I sighed. "You do know that you're just going to end up like all the other Spider Queens at this point, right?"

Elise looked confused. "I don't follow."

I rolled my eyes. "Elise, you really think that you're the first Spider Queen? Hell no. There were twelve others before you, and Vilemaw ended up eating all of them. He likes to fatten up his prey before he eats it. Y'know, because he's a giant spider. I mean, haven't you ever wondered why no one else has ever gotten the powers he gave you?" I lightly booped her on the nose. "Just something to think about."

I sauntered away, having utterly failed to demolish my boredom.

Also, my Elise lecture sucked. Really, I could've done better. I was way too bored to care, though. Plus, my Swain lecture had taken a lot out of me.

My boredom lasted pretty much the entire day. I would often attempt to relieve the monotony by bashing my head into the wall multiple times, or by randomly jumping off the Institute's roof. Seriously, it looked like everybody was having fun but me.

Case in point: Kha'Zix and Rengar were locked in a vicious match of ping-pong. They had been playing for three straight hours, and I don't think either of them were keeping score. Their game mostly consisted of trying to smack the ball into each other's faces, losing the ball, then just smacking each other with the paddles.

Olaf was attempting to die yet again by wrestling a honey badger. Guess which incarnation of evil was winning.

Renekton was still fishing for Nami, with no luck. He'd managed to catch Fizz a few times, though.

Mordekaiser and Azir had resolved their argument and decided that burritos were the best. Was that even an option when they were fighting? I can't remember.

Why the hell was everybody having fun but me?!

I was losing it, and at this point I was going to go nuts.

So, that evening, after going just as apeshit bananas as Wukong upon witnessing Zac whirl himself around in a blender, I crawled along the floor to the only person who could ever help.

"RAKA, HELP MEEEEEEEEE!" I pounded on her door from my position face-down on the ground. "I NEED HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLP!"

The door flung itself open, and there was Raka dressed in a bathrobe with simple pajamas underneath. She was about to tuck in for the evening, I guess. "Oh my gods, Helios, what's wrong?!" She cupped my face. "Are you sick? Did you break anything? Are you hurt?"

"I'M BOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRREEEEED!" I whined.

She went poker-faced for a minute, before rolling her eyes. "Only you would make a scene about being this bored." She helped me up. "Come on, we can get some popcorn ready and watch a movie."

Sighing with relief, I followed her into her room. It was what you'd expect of an Ionian room, with all the standard furniture design and artwork. Still, it had a nice big TV in the center, so I wasn't complaining. We got some popcorn ready, snuggled up with a blanket, and put Seven Samurai in the disc player. An old classic, but I actually liked old-timey movies.

"Dear gods, I can't believe that people actually had to watch movies in black in white once." I remarked when we were about halfway through.

"Still, at least it's entertaining." Raka replied, popping another piece of popcorn into her mouth. "Although the plot is kinda basic."

"Basic?!" I feigned indignity. "It is not!"

"Oh, really?" She asked. "How so?"

"Seven ronin are tasked with defending a village from bandits! Not only that, but there's-" I faltered. "Uh..." I sweat-dropped. "Damn it, you're right." Raka laughed. I shrugged with a grin. "Still, the fight scenes are always fun to watch."

She made a face. "I'm not really a fan of violence in general. I enjoy the emotional moments more."

"Didn't you unleash an onslaught of bananas at Draven when he slapped a sticker on your horn?" I asked. Raka blushed.

"It was just one time..." She weakly protested. I chuckled, before returning my attention to the movie. She snuggled up extra close to me, and sighed contentedly, closing her eyes.

"Hey, don't go to sleep on me." I raised an eyebrow, amused. "The movie isn't over yet."

"I couldn't care less about the movie." She replied. "Being here with you is enough." She leaned up to kiss me, which I happily accepted.

"You know what?" I said. "Screw the movie." I reached for the remote, pausing the movie and turning off the TV screen. "Be right back. Hang on a sec." I briefly zipped away with light-speed, bringing back several candles and strategically placing them throughout the room. I snapped my fingers, and they all lit, before I dimmed the lights using the switch on the wall. Last but not least, a bottle of Demacian white wine. Only the finest for the finest of women.

Sappy, much? I know.

"Consider this an official date." I winked, handing her a glass. I wasn't done, though. I zipped over to the Institute's kitchen, fetching a few things, before zipping back to Raka's room. I began fixing up a bit of Leona's signature steak, sprinkled with spices and cooked medium-well, although with a slight tinge of pink in the center.

"Bon appetite, ma petite cherie." I placed down two plates beside us. "Dinner is on me."

"Helios, you know that I already ate, right?" She asked.

I placed a hand on my chest in mock indignation. "Are you refusing my cooking, madame? I'll have you know that my cuisine is nothing short of spectacular!"

Raka snickered. "I suppose a bit more food couldn't hurt." We spent most of the night just sitting there and chatting, while our food and wine disappeared bit by bit. We messed around, laughed, told each other funny stories from our pasts, and even played with the steak a little bit (I put a piece of meat on Raka's horn to demonstrate how it could be used for kebabs).

"Oh, remember that time when you tried to give Lux, Janna, Jinx, Poppy and Lulu some of your power, but wound up making them look like kids' television actors instead?" Raka giggled. We were both a little tipsy from the wine. I couldn't get one-hundred percent drunk, but I could still get intoxicated to some extent.

"That doesn't even make sense, Raka." I smirked. "And didn't you accuse me of having a glitter kink for weeks on end afterwards?"

Raka spat out her drink, getting it all in my hair. "Ra-kaaaaaaaaaa!" I complained. "Not in my face!"

"Sorry." She giggled. "But I couldn't just help myself. I did accuse you of that, didn't I?"

"Well, I regret to inform you, my lady, but I do not, in fact, have a glitter kink." I leaned in, stealing a quick kiss. "I happen to actually have a thing for bananas. My girlfriend tastes like them, you see."

"Is that so?" She cooed, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Lucky her."

"More like 'lucky me.'" I replied, placing my hands on her magnificent waist. "In fact, I'm kinda in the mood for bananas right about now."

"Then why don't I satiate your appetite?" Raka replied, before pressing her lips to mine. We groaned into it, Raka tugging and pulling at my neck while my hands roamed around her waste. She fell backwards, bringing me down with her onto the couch, propping myself on my elbows for support.

"Gods, you're amazing." I murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. Raka sighed blissfully, biting her lip as she pulled me closer.

"You aren't so bad yourself." Raka replied. "We should have done this years ago."

"Damn right." I agreed, trailing back up her jaw until reaching her lips again. Raka sniffed as I pulled away, however, and when I did, I saw that she'd started crying.

"Oh, gods..." She moaned. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Hey, hey, no, don't say that." I said, caressing her face. "What makes you say that?"

"Because you're right." Raka sobbed. "We should have done this years ago!"

I was a little confused at that moment. "Well...we're here doing it right now, so..." I let out a nervous chuckle. "What's wrong?"

"It was you." Raka said. "The whole time, it was you." She reached up to cup my cheek. "I should have chosen you." She began to cry again, tears leaking down and staining the cushions below us.

"Hey, Raka, it's okay." I said. "You don't need to worry about what happened in the past."

"It was you the whole time and I chose him!" Raka bawled.

I quietly shushed her until she'd calmed down enough, before leaning in to kiss her. "Listen." I said. "It doesn't matter, okay? We're here. Where we should be. Don't focus on what already happened." I gave her a lopsided smile. "It'll keep you from enjoying what's happening right here and now."

Raka nodded, reaching up to kiss me again. Gods, I loved it when she did that. She really did taste like bananas.

Suddenly, I noticed that her legs had come up to lock around my waist, arms gripping my shoulders. "Uh...Raka?" I looked at her, confused. "What're you doing?"

I never got to hear her answer, as she was suddenly on top of me, lip-locking while she pinned me to the couch. She was already shrugging off her bathrobe, reaching under my shirt to run her hands over my abs.

I briefly considered stopping her there, because I didn't know exactly if she was ready, but her banana-power started to overload any sense of rational thought.

I rolled my eyes, thought "Screw it" and then proceeded to ravish her.

I'm a ladies' man, bitches. Deal with it.

SLAM!

A sudden impact from inside Kolminye's office had me running as fast as I could go the next day, before punching through the wall, leaving a gaping hole. I was gonna have to pay for that later, but I was freaking out.

"Vess?!" I whipped my head from side to side, looking for any signs of danger. "What's going on?! Where's the thing I need to kill?!"

Instead, I found a very gaunt and shaky High Councilor, trembling with her face inside her hands, with a piece of parchment on the table in front of her. She appeared to have angrily thrown some of her important officey things off the table, judging by the strewn papers and various small items scattered around the floor.

"Hey, what happened?" I took in the mess. "Did someone piss you off?"

Kolminye took in a breath, then looked at me. She briefly jumped up in her chair, as if she hadn't heard me come in. "When did you get here, Helios?" She frowned. "And why are you in your nightwear? And with hair as disheveled as it is at the moment?"

"Like...three seconds ago." I gestured to the hole in the wall. "I heard something loud coming from your office, so I hightailed it over here." I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. "And I, uh...had a rough night."

(AN: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Kolminye sighed. "I did as well. Perhaps the roughest I've had since I took the position of High Councilor."

"Why?" I asked. "What's got you so wrecked?"

"It's General Swain." She replied, her face pale. "Last night, he declared war on Demacia."

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"...Shit."

Helios' chill-period is officially over, ladies and gentlemen. After attempting to conquer his boredom, Helios gets a war instead. If this chapter was kinda lax for you, apologies. I just had to keep things moving at a decent pace until I dropped the big plot-point. We're getting back into the action, boys and girls! For real, this time!

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