A young yordle skipped her way down the brick road, her purple hair bouncing, and her lips humming a chipper tune. Looking only either at the sky or flowers, she made the perfect target. In the bushes nearby, two gleaming yellow eyes filled with glee at the easy grab. She was oblivious.

She saw the yellow crystal of a staff out of the corner of her eye, but it was far too late. The silently spell hit her side on, and she crumpled to the floor.

From out of the bushes came a shadowy figure, walking with great ceremony over to his kill. Although technically she wasn't dead. The yordle gazed down at her softly rising and falling chest, pausing a moment. His eyes searched for a memory. But he dismissed it with a blink, and put his staff on top of the yordle, proceeding to pick both up. He paused once more, no doubt visualizing how this might have looked to an onlooker (although the road was currently empty).

The pause was short, as he dropped the yordle onto the grass in front of him. He picked up his staff, turned on one heel to face her, and mumbled a few words. Then he slowly raised his staff, and the limp body lifted like-wise. Continuing his ceremonial march, he stomped off into the forest, flicking an offending butterfly out of the way.

In the office of the Scouts of the Mothership, Teemo was resting in his chair, his trusty blowpipe on his desk beside him. All of his scrolls were laying on his desk and floor. His eyes were hidden underneath both his scout hat and his eyelids.

But even while napping, his ears picked up the sound of two pair of feet running down the hall outside, towards his door. The lighter one that scraped more was his junior scout, Lendilia, and the heavy punctual clomp of boots (signifying military experience) was undoubtedly his close friend Tristana.

He knew something was up because they were jogging indoors. Also, Tristana never visited on a Wednesday, meaning it was an emergency of some sort. This is why, when they turned into the open door, they found him packing his scrolls.

"What is it, Lendi?"

Her shoes suggested that she had run a long way, since Scout shoes are, as a rule, polished to perfection, and hers were covered in mud.

"A yordle has been caught by the villain Veigar, and she is being held hostage."

Teemo immediately began to buckle on his dart pouch, urgency speeding him. Even if Veigar was clumsy sometimes, he was never to be underestimated.

"Teemo?" Tristana asked softly, not at all like her.

"Yes?"

"It's… Lulu."

Teemo froze, hand outstretched to a scroll.

Just the day before, Teemo had been called about a Sorceress from the Fae Glade. Evidently, she had turned half of the children populace of Bandle City into furry animals and brightly colored plants. But before Teemo could come bring diplomacy, the parents had thrown Lulu out of the city. She then stopped to talk with the wall guard for an hour about how their day was and what color their personalities were, before finally moving on.

Teemo stared at the purple parchment in Lendi's hands, Veigar's signature ransom paper. He had hit a predicament. He didn't know who he was more worried about.

Lulu was having a wonderful day. Just yesterday, she had been playing hide and seek with the children of Bandle City, and now she was in a gigantic castle, full of trophies, bookshelves, rows of chandeliers, and a giant column which she was tied to.

Pix was struggling with the bonds, but she ignored him. She loved this place's open feeling. Especially since she could smell magic wafting through the air like the aroma of fresh bread. But best of all: the walls, floor, and ceilings were all purple.

She wiggled her curly-toed shoes, as she let her eyes roam all over the room.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice shrilled out of the shadows.

"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?"

She then noticed, in the gloom, a yordle, nearly perfectly camouflaged with the wall, although his clothes more blue than purple. He had on a wide hat, complete with a blue plume, which made him look taller than he was, the wide brim shadowing his face, and his hands were hidden inside large metal gauntlets.

"Hiya!" she beamed a bright smile into the shadows.

Veigar was quite put off that she had seen him so soon. He had wanted to remain hidden to preserve dramatic effect. And worse, she was smiling, as his captive. He clenched his fist, ready to bellow at her, but she spoke first.

"Aren't I in a magical castle? Are you the lord over it? I love your library!" Words flew out of her mouth, her last remark directed to a wobbly stack of books on a wall to his left.

Veigar was immediately put out. She didn't know who he was. Knowing and fearing your captor was half of a good entrance.

And a library? A magical castle? His eyes scanned his dirty mess. His fists clenched, but an eyebrow visibly tilted his hat.

She had called him a lord, and that he was. Yet he preferred "Master" to signify that he was the best at what he does: evil magic and utter destruction. He looked her up and down.

It was a young female yordle tied to an old dead trunk he had magically implanted into the center of his sea of clothes and evil plans. She had a red dress embroidered with gold, purple pants, strange shoes that curled into points at the end, purple hair that ran past her shoulders, and green eyes… that were wild with excitement and awe. She looked familiar, but Veigar couldn't put his finger on it…

A sudden movement caught Veigar's attention, and he noticed the fae straining at Lulu's bonds. Where had that thing come from? He hadn't noticed it when he cast the sleep spell. He nearly killed it then and there, his staff raising to strike the small creature. But he stopped. Part of him reasoned that it was getting nowhere. Indeed it was struggling wildly with ropes that didn't budge. But that wasn't the real reason for why he had stopped. In reality, he remembered who Lulu had looked like. Kiri…

Lulu watched as the strange blue yordle stood frozen, probably contemplating her and Pix, while she wondered when they would get to the grand duel. She hoped Pix was okay being the damsel in distress.

But suddenly, the yordle turned and walked quickly off, into a back room that she had previously decided was the throne room. His hat flopped low over his eyes as he left, but she saw the glisten of a tear in his left eye.

Immediately the game disappeared. Lulu turned to her companion.

"Pix, untie me."

The fae made some excuse about the ropes being too tight.

"Piiix! Come on, please!"

The fae reluctantly flew around to the back knot and untied the ropes. As soon as the ropes fell off, she was rushing for her staff and hat from the floor nearby (where poor Pix had carried them to), and then to the throne room.

It turned out to be a bedroom, and sitting on the bed in the middle of a mess of ripping wallpaper and purple notes was a furry yordle with bright yellow eyes, his hat held in his left gauntlet. His eyes were distant and bore an undeniable trace of despair. His fur was a deep shade of gray, with small white scars on the back of his head running down to some place below his collar. Crumpled in his right gauntlet was a tissue.

She stood for a second, taking in the scene, before rushing to the side of the bed, effectively scaring the sadness out of Veigar entirely.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lulu asked, her eyes searching his.

"I AM COMPLETELY FI—HOW DID YOU BREAK OUT?" he replied, completely unnerved by her stare. His right gauntlet went behind his back.

Lulu ignored the second question. "You don't look fine."

"GET AWAY! AND GET BACK IN YOUR—"

"I know! I'll make some tea!" she interrupted, as she ran off through the backdoor.

Veigar stared bewildered at the backdoor as it slammed closed. For a second he wondered if he had lost his hostage. But did he want her back? She was currently only a painful reminder. He humphed as he also realized that Lulu acted nothing like Kiri. She was crazy for even caring about him. He decided that he was happy that she was gone, even if temporarily.

He crossed his arms and sighed, but a movement to his left caught the breath halfway. She had left the fae.

Lulu returned to find the yellow-eyed yordle holding his hat down with both hands, over something that was struggling.

She gasped in wonder. "Aaah! Have you caught a squirrel?!" She ran over and lifted the hat, only to find a very exasperated Pix.

Veigar was irritated that all his hard work capturing the creature went to waste, but gleefully waited for her to burst out in anger at him. But what met his ears was a giggle.

"Oh! You silly Pix." With that, the strange picked up the exhausted little creature, and walked back out the door.

For a second, Veigar was dumbfounded. Then his fists began to rattle with anger. He nearly screamed aloud. It was infuriating to him to see her smile and laugh at his very serious and evil plots.

She was supposed to be his hostage, not his nursemaid or, even worse, his friend. True evil cared for no one, and let no one close. He did not really want his captive anymore, when he thought about it. She was turning into a pest, like Teemo.

He then froze. Teemo. He had not arrived yet. He should have been there before the sleep spell wore off, or soon after. Had Teemo given up? Hopefully, Teemo had come in to see Lulu untie herself… how had she done that, again?

Veigar was lost in thought but was brought back to reality by a sudden yell.

"IMAGINATIO!"

Then the whole room began to shake. More importantly, he felt a gigantic wave of magic come through the open back door. Was this crazy yordle a mage?

He peeked around the charred oak backdoor, and froze. It was a dining room. It was huge, white, and in all other ways Demacian. The walls were white, with large windows letting in the afternoon sun. There were five pale gold chandeliers, including a large central one that had crystals hanging from its arms. Four large whitewashed columns held up the roof 30 feet above his head. On the domed ceiling was a painting of winged squirrels gracefully circling each other.

The center table looked like it could fit two families of ten, but there were only two chairs. They were either side of the center of the table, with the center space was flanked by two identical table decorations of flowers, candles, and bowls of yellow pears.

Lulu was standing at a mirror in the far right corner of the room, admiring her new white outfit. The hat, dress, and stockings were all white. Veigar personally thought the stockings were out of place, since her hat and dress where edged with lace, gold patterns running through both. Her purple hair was now soft violet, but when she turned to him with her wide smile, he saw her eyes were still emerald green.

Veigar ran back into his room, grabbed his battle axe-staff, and stomped into the room to face the smiling yordle. Veigar had just one question: "WHERE IS MY BACK YARD?"

His four dank pine trees were now completely gone… unless she had used them as the columns. Was this an illusion spell? There was a way to find out.

"ABSTERGO!"

A pulse of orange magic flew from his outstretched gauntlet (which was infused with many basic spells) in waves that ran all along the room's interior, but to his surprise, nothing changed. The white dining room was still there, and Lulu just stood smiling mischeviously.

Veigar's eyes widened. How in the world did this all happen?

Lulu watched with barely contained giggles, as he tried to piece things together. She finally decided to let him in on the secret. She aimed her staff, now a white scepter, and yelled out her favorite spell: "IMAGINATIO!"

From her scepter came a brilliant liquid-like magic, shimmering like a pool in midafternoon sun, and changing colors faster than a heartbeat. The bolt flew straight into the confused (and now stupefied) yordle, lighting him up as he screamed.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-?"

Lulu giggles poured forth as Veigar stared stunned at himself. His dark blue coat was now white, and yet, not as white as she had expected it. He obviously kept an arsenal of dark status spells up, because he was not in a white frock coat as she had planned. Instead, he was in a white battle mage suit. It had red gauntlets, the hat had a red band of lace running through it, his hat's plume was white, and his dark iron battle axe-staff was now white steel, with a large red ruby replacing the yellow sapphire. And, as his style dictated, everything was covered in spikes, from the lace in his hat, to the shoulder of the battle axe-staff.

Veigar was split. It was hideously white, and yet he knew he would keep it. It was a perfect fit, in both size and fashion. Yet it was white… but who said that white was owned by the good side? He was the Master of Evil, he would wear what he wished because he was evil. And with that, he decided to name his new outfit his Evil White Mage Uniform. (The League would later drop the Evil for the skin, as that was self-explanatory for anything having to do with Veigar).

He was quite pleased with "his" new fashion statement, when he noticed that his pleasure was revealing itself in a smile, and said smile was aimed directly at the purple yordle. And said yordle was returning his smile with those bright emerald eyes. He quickly dropped his smile and looked away, but when he glanced back, she was still smiling at him. He had to change the topic, preferably to something evil.

"Shall we eat?" NO. That was the opposite of what he was going for. His voice was unavoidably high and loud, but he had failed to even sound aggressive. But he couldn't back down… especially from that smile. Wait, what?

Before he could reprimand himself for his last thought, she skipped lightly over to the table. "We shall!" she declared.

Veigar shuffled over to the table, his grumble dying on his lips as awkwardness took over. He stared at the table, trying to conjure evil thoughts, or something that could turn this situation into something that would befit a Master of Evil. But it kept boiling down to "I'm drinking tea with a lunatic" in his stubborn mind.

However, the tea had not been served yet. Lulu looked around for something to serve as a cook. All the forest animals had been locked out by her white castle. She probably should have made it purple. Then the animals would recognize it. But she felt white more fitting when playing with a dark mage, for no reason in particular.

She looked at Pix, but he was too small, and would serve as a better waiter… or jester. She was about to volunteer herself when she saw a small tan-haired yordle peeking around the back door. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head as he surveyed the room.

She quickly jumped up on the back of her chair, did a pirouette, and aimed her staff. "TRANSMOGRIFY!"

The visitor froze as he was ingulfed by the wisp-like energy. But he did not scream. After the spell ended, she surveyed her work. The small yordle now had black pants, a cooking hat, and a white button-up shirt hidden by an apron. He even had an Italian-style mustache. He made a perfect looking chef. His backpack full of scrolls turned into a backpack with recipe books in it, and his bamboo stick was now a wooden ladle.

He looked over himself, a mixed look of dread and confusion in his eyes. Lulu stole his attention.

"Welcome, my dear chef. Would you like to give us our menus?" She turned her staff to point directly behind Veigar's seat, indicating a serving trolley. Beside it was a pair of double doors, through which one could see parts of a kitchen.

Teemo then decided that he coul not have chosen a worse time. He truly did not know what to make of his new situation. He had found Lulu, only recognizable by her green eyes and use of her unique spell, Transmogrify. But it took him a second to realize that the other white and red yordle was Veigar. He tried to hold back a gulp of fear. He was suddenly thankful for his mustache, as he had lost all of his weapons to the transformation, and even with weapons, a straight fight with Veigar could go either way. He tried his best not to act like a Scout.

Veigar stared quizzically at the new arrival. "Who is this?"

Teemo thought quickly, adopting a french accent. "I am your chef, monsieur. How are we this fine evening?"

It worked. Lucky for him, Veigar had only noticed him after Lulu had cast her spell, so the mage only assumed that the new chef had been created by Lulu.

Lulu turned her attention back to Veigar, as she calmly swept her dress back so as to sit. "So what is your name, my lord and friend?"

Veigar leaned back, flattered by the title "lord". He put on his best officious tone. "I am Veigar, Master of Evil." He then smiled maliciously to try to force the point.

His host seemed confused by his title, but then returned the smile, no hint of fear in her eyes. "Nice to meet you. My name is Lulu."

Veigar nodded for a second, before his brow dropped. "Just Lulu?" Veigar spread his arms. "You must have a larger title if you can create all this." Veigar firmly believed that more power required a longer title.

"Hmmm," she thought aloud. She had never thought of a longer title. "Lulu the Purple!"

Veigar shook his head. "NO! It must describe you and strike fear into hearts!"

Lulu then shook her head in reply. "No, I want to make people happy, and only stop people from getting hurt."

Veigar sighed with frustration, although it sounded forced. "Fine then! Well, what do you want people to hear about you? What is your job, or your specialities?"

"Lulu the Friend?"

Veigar was too busy analyzing her title to think through the statement's implications. "No, no, no. It has to be impressive."

Lulu had a few thousand names she wanted to have, but she was sure few of them would be to Veigar's standards. She was thankful when the chef saved her as he placed their menus in front of them. "Lulu, Magician of the Glade?"

Veigar did not immediately turn it down. He mentally chewed it for a second, his ears flopping one way, then the other, before he finally said, "No! But it sounds close!"

Teemo blinked twice. That was the closest Veigar had ever gotten to complimenting him, and he had been almost certain that Veigar was completely uninclined to compliment anyone over anything.

At this point, Teemo had to admit that Veigar was acting strange, even being flexible. While placing cutlery, he wondered if this kidnapping was actually the best thing to happen to Bandle City in years. One could only hope.

Suddenly, Lulu half jumped out of her seat with her excitement. "Lulu, the Fae Sorceress!"

Veigar's mouth barely curled into a satisfied smile. With the issue resolved, he picked up his menu and began to scan it. Lulu followed sort, finding herself looking at only one appetizer. Although the rest of the menu was full of strange and amazing foods, thanks to Lulu's wide imagination, the only appetizer was "Mushroom Stew".

Oh well, she thought to herself.

They both ordered a bowl each and instantly agreed, once it was served with their tea, that it was the best stew they had ever supped, Lulu the more vocal, and Veigar giving a long list of things he disliked before admitting its perfection, much to the relief of Teemo. Now he only had three more courses to go. After this, he would take a cooking class.

Credit to Google Translate for the Latin spell names.

If you want more chapters, please let me know. I am amazing at procrastination, so any form of encouragement (or helpful criticism) will be appreciated.

Also, check out the other VeiLu fanfics if you want to see my inspiration!

Til' next time!