So where am I supposed to find Anivia? Michael asked himself. Not like I can just stroll into Ashe's palace and ask for the location of a legendary elemental... or maybe... He began to walk purposefully towards the palace, only to have two oversized barbarians block his way. He gave them what he hoped was a winning smile, holding out his chest so his summoner's medallion would have a more prominent place on his visage. "Hello, I'm a summoner of the League, here to congratulate the engagement of your king and queen. Will you let me through?"

"Oh so the little summoner wants to meet the king," a guard sneered. "Get in line like the rest of 'em." The two pointed to a side gate, through which rows of humans and yetis gathered, many of them carrying what he assumed were gifts.

He trekked behind to where a giant yeti stood with a half eaten carcass of an elk. Looking closer, he saw that most were hunted animals of one kind or another. "You sure King Tryndamere'd like another carcass?"

"And why would he not, human? Is it not in your custom to bring food to a feast?"

"I do hear barbarians do require tributes, but are you sure he wants one that's still got your bite marks on it?"

The yeti looked down guiltily and muttered something about getting hungry on the way. "You don't have a gift either, human."

"Yes, I'll have to talk my way out somehow, I suppose." As the line shrank, he stepped into the great hall.

The hall was as he'd expected, a crystal walkway surrounded by different banners of the various barbarian tribes that pledged to Tryndamere. From his limited knowledge of the tribes, he could see that the most numerous and influential of the tribes were permitted to hang their banners closer to the two frozen thrones. Up above the two thrones, Three more banners hung down, the mark of the Avarosan in the middle, the Frostguard to its right, and a blank tapestry for where Ashe no doubt hoped the Winter's Claw would someday lie to its left. On the thrones themselves were the two new monarchs of what would soon be a city state, receiving gifts from their new subjects. To his amusement, he saw a giant pile of meat being carted away as groups of yetis stood proudly by.

"These proceedings bore me," Tryndamere growled, leaning his head on his left arm.

"Try to be patient, dear. They're almost through. I'm not a big fan of these tributes either."

"The king and queen are displeased. Why are we still sitting here?" He rose from his chair as an unfortunate craftsman hurriedly packed his bags, eager to stay out of his new king's notorious tantrums.

"This is a feast, is it not? Anyone with another carcass, go burn it!" he roared. "Anything that isn't booze or meat, leave it 'til later. For now, all dine like kings!" The yetis erupted in bellows as servants moved to obey. Michael saw Ashe visibly sink into her throne, an unusual crimson dying her normally pearl complexion. Under the shadow of her hood, he thought he spied the faintest sliver of a smile.


Eniah looked around his brief residence at the League and let out a dejected sigh. Another mission and another journey. Fuck. Why can't Jarvan ask for something simple? "Go to Ionia. Make sure they get their rematch. Encourage friendly relations." Since when the hell am I a diplomat? Why can't I just kill something? Ranting to himself, he began to throw his meager possessions into two bags: clothes in one and bare tools in another. Seeing the stark emptiness of his room, he sank onto the League provided bed and allowed his mind to dive in on itself.

You know, Freki called. You don't have to listen. As the human said, you do not belong to Demacia. You are not his subject.

I know, Freki, but I just can't leave Ionia alone. What Noxus did was wrong.

Tell me, Eniah Tegas, have you heard of Noxus' story? It is not our place to be the judges of their affairs. Deep within, he felt another stirring as Geri forced his soul to the forefront of their shared consciousness.

Perhaps not, but I trust Jarvan.

And? We wolves are loyal, human, but we are no one's fools. If he is your running mate, you must correct his wrongdoings, even by force.

And what should I do then? It's not like I can just walk up to some Noxian and ask, "Hey, can you let me into Noxus' private documents?"

Freki's voice rumbled in his head. And why not, human? You belong to no one. Wouldn't Noxus be thrilled at having a potential ally?

Besides, we are not telling you to trust Noxus, or even that we should ask. Do wolves ask before we take lambs from their herds?

Geri! I am not going to break into their archives!

Suit yourself then. Howver, remember our words well. Remain skeptical. I for one feel you are more drawn by the lyrical maiden than her cause. Eniah felt his face heat up at the wolf's comments. We share the same mind child. We see through your eyes. What is pleasant to you appears pleasant to us as well, even if humans repulsed us not long ago. Our wisdom is yours, as is our strength, but guard your heart well. With that last warning, both spirits slowly subsided, leaving his consciousness still as the surface of a mountain spring.

Rising, he picked up his bags and headed for the cafeteria for one last warm meal.


The servers did not question his sour mood, backing away as soon as possible from this odious young man. He moved to the furthest corner, stuffing his mouth with some bread with hopes that it would draw him away from his questions.

"Mind if I join you?" Her voice always reminded him of slapping waves, the coming and going of the tide. When he failed to answer, she plopped herself down next to him and gave him a questioning look. "You haven't even had one official match yet. What's wrong? You don't come off as the nervous type."

"I just have some things on my mind."

"Tell me." He again remained silent. Sighing, she took in a deep breath and stretched her mouth in the largest grin she could manage. "Why so serious?" she sneered, pressing her face inches from his own.

"W-what the fuck, Nami!"

"Hehe, I had a match against Shaco today and he wouldn't stop doing that so I figured I'd try."

"Well, stop it. You're not scary, you just look weird."

"Yeah, but at least your smiling now. Tell me what's wrong." Despite himself, he felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards as he began to relay the details of his new journey. "So, let me get this straight. Prince Jarvan IV wants you to go to Ionia and support a rematch against Noxus as a neutral champion. You're not sure if you should because you don't know the whole story and you ultimately want to help, but don't know if you're helping him make a huge mistake."

"Just about."

"That's simple then," she said brightly. "Just go and find out. Don't take a warp crystal from Irelia, she's Ionia's guardian by the way, just walk to Noxus. From there, I heard you could travel to Noxus's colonies in Ionia by ship. You can check out the state of the people there for yourself then instead of relying on any one sided story."

"I guess, but how do you know so much?"

"I lane a lot with Sivir, the Battle Mistress. She was Noxus' top mercenary until the war against Ionia. She thought the war was stupid and left the Noxian army apparently. She's really not happy about Noxus so I think she'd help you if I ask for you. Should I?"

"Yeah, if you could that'd be great. Thanks, Nami." They ate in silence until he remembered her own dilemma. "Nami, you were looking for a moonstone, right?"

She looked up in shock. "Y-yes! I mean, my people need me. Their survival depends on this stone but no on showed up. I always carry the abyssal pearl, but..." She lifted her chin so Eniah could get a better look at a necklace she was wearing. At the tip, a large pearl, deep, swirling violet instead of the traditional milky white, shone towards him. "Apparently, it can be used by you landwalkers for many magic rituals but can only be found at the deepest ocean trenches. I brought it to trade for a moonstone, but no human appeared."

"And what exactly is a moonstone? I know wolves generally are related to the moon. maybe Freki and Geri can tell us something."

"H-honestly, it looks like a pearl. it's white, shiny, and round. It's not something I can compare to a jewel though. The power it radiates... it makes even the deepest ocean terrors tremble and acts as the Marai's protector against them for one hundred years."

Know anything, guys?

I'm afraid not, Eniah. We cannot help your friend. Perhaps if we could feel what that magical aura felt like, we may be able to trace one.

I see. Thank you.

"I'm afraid they can't help us. They could potentially trace an aura and help you track one down, but only if they've seen something before. The description is too vague."

"I understand. Honestly, a moonstone is just what we Marai called it. It came from above us and looked like the full moon so we called it moonstone, but it might be something else. I just know that the moonstone comes from the highest heights of the landwalkers' realm."

"The highest place would be Targon..."

"I tried, but Diana is not so friendly."

An idea struck Eniah like thunder. "Wait! Didn't you say it came from on high? As in, just above the landwalkers' realm as well! What about Bandle City?"

"The yordle place?" she looked incredulously at him.

"Yes! I know because my village is near there. Teemo's is the head of the Scouts of the Mothership! Some yordles believe that it came from space, the sky."

Catching on, she looked at him in wonder. "Y-you mean, it's-"

"Yes, if the moonstone really is something with powers from the moon, maybe the yordles studying the mothership from space can tell you something."

"But how am I supposed to get there?"

"Leave that to me," he grinned. For some reason, her gills began to shake and shudder and she absently thought that his smile looked a bit like Shaco's.


A/N: The long awaited chapter! Not really, but still... I admit it, I am a big fat liar. I said every week but midterms Q.Q Sorry, and for anyone still reading, thank you again.

If you are randomly dipping into this chapter, or if you haven't read this series in a while, you may want to reread the earlier bits a bit. I actually went and reread the series before I started writing again and Gawd my writing is kinda embarrassing XD. Not unbearable, but still...

Anyway, as always, my goal is to stay true to the lore set by Riot. If you see any mistakes, please point them out. For that matter, any and all criticism would be appreciated.

No longer able to promise any regular update, though I'll try my best. I am a double major in International Relations and Psychology with a minor in Philosophy... Please understand.