*I decided to keep the old author notes, but with changes and an extra.*

A/N: This arc was supposed to be one chapter, but as I'm incapable of making a single chapter that goes beyond 1k words (for unknown cough*laziness*cough reasons), I'm afraid it will last more 2 or 3 chapters, at least. Enjoy. Another A/N by the end, btw.

Solemn, your conscious go back and forth ordinary to psychedelic surroundings and you gravitates between dreams (fortunately) and reality – but it's hard to tell each other apart. Alas, this matters not, because you found a pattern. Disturbing one, but nonetheless the same, as you somehow move to another places (without doing a thing it seems) and times passes at an alarming speed. You don't even try anymore to identify where you could be, but it's always near an ever green place when it's looks reasonable.

And that rare presence feels so palpable right now, with seldom words, that you start to take a liking. Assurance floods your senses as you know that, soon or later, it will be there, right beside you while you recover. The process is taking longer than usual, and you wonder if your scrambled notions are the reason behind.

Squirrel!

When the food makes its way, letting it escape isn't an option. As you chase it as best as you can, you discover that you are too slow. Unfortunately and for obvious reasons, you drag yourself around and that makes a turtle feels fast. You crawl miserably, unable to have the means to reach it. Meanwhile a very odd butterfly crosses your way and a stick pokes your useless members. You groan in protest as your prey goes away and you pain no mind to whatever is bothering you, determined to rest again.

No such luck.

Her voice echoes an unspeakable question and the scenery changes again – well, before it happened between your rests, not when you were aware.

The world is bigger than normal.

Or maybe you are smaller than usual.

Details.

At least now you can move, but you are not sure where to. Furry ears poke out of a downcast pointy hat, and you are unable to tell apart any other relevant features. You gingerly approaches her, also curious about that so ever constant creature on your life lately.

As you are finally able to see her face, she offers you a sad smile and her smalls arms goes for an unwanted hug. Well, it's not like you can't avoid it, not when…

SQUIRREL!

Curses, worst, squealing noises, makes the way out of your mouth as you realize that you was transformed into a critter and is being petted by a yordle. You are dumbstruck, frozen in place after the realization hit you like a mother fucking cavalry.

But she notices it, and is hurt all the same. Gently, she puts you on the ground and sits with a loud "Hmph".

It takes some time to process information again and gather your thoughts, and squealing noises happens again. You didn't mean to let her down. Not when she was the reason you weren't haunted by your nightmares and crushing solitude who threatened to make you a sorry mess.

Once more, you approach her, this time more certain as you hop your way on her leg. She is slightly confused and you act as nice as you can, reaching your paw to her hand and tapping it lightly.

The last time you did something like this, you were sane, loved your brother and wasn't trapped for what felt like an eternity with a criminal for a better good.

It is… odd.

And it brings water to your eyes. Valiant battle occurs as you fight it back, shaking off the nostalgia that only empathy can bring.

She notices it, beams a smile that nearly blinds you and hugs you again.

She holds your neck and you are sprawled on the floor, surprised to feel yourself whole again. You hug her back and it's like you are holding a plush toy, glad to bask on each other embrace. Even the floating thing joins you and, out of embarrassment, you put her down, finally recognizing her. You already fought together on the Fields of Justice and even when you were settled against each other you didn't understand her playful ways.

A mask to hide the pain… You used fury and bloodshed, she smiled and laughed even after being banished from her homeland. Out of time, out of place, but still, always forward, a remarkable deed. Or so you think.

You envy her.

Even now, you can't let go of your rage, your desire to finish your business with your brother, rancour stored for ages, going after an uncertain future, with the so important piece missing.

Well, you already knew you needed help and it looks like it found your way.

You try to invite her to join you on your quest, only to be denied by an energetic

"Nope"

Inquiring why, she answers with how she doesn't gain anything from it aside – she jumps on your back – a ride.

.

.

.

"No way."

The Fae sorceress shrugs and even though you can't see her clearly, you can feel it. You proceed on an effort to take her out and she manages to stay out of reach, resulting in a strange dance with her going all over you and you failing miserably to get her away.

"Get off"

"No deal"

Exhausted, you think of your options. It's not like you will cross an ally anytime soon, so better make it reasonable.

"Give me some time and I'll make you a proper offer. In a week, we meet here again. How does it sound?"

She smiles, hops on her stick and vanishes on thin air. And so does her companion, Pix.

Satisfied, you go after what you need to convince her.

A/N: Well, since I got a question, I'll try to explain here without spoiling too much the story.
If you take a look at Runeterra's map, it's pretty easy to see where Renekton is and was. If you know Lulu's background, I believe it will be pretty understandable the whole situation. Or so I hope. Anyway, did you ever read about the Glade?

Looks like I finally managed to get some work done here.

I got over my revision with all chapters.

Horray! Finally I'm done. There seems to have an odd misplacement, since the chapter 5 reviews are now at chapter 6. Well. So be it...