Hello guys, sorry for the delay xD

I've had alot of... complications going on in my life right now. For those of you who read the poem I released a while back, "Dreams", you already know the story.

For those of you who don't, feel free to go read that poem [or to skip the poem and read my author's note at the bottom] if you wish you learn about the troubles I'm facing in life.

Anyway, before I begin this chapter, I would like to send a Shoutout to the League of Legends writer, Alsodef, who writes a unique little fic called "Piltover Radio Station." It's basically a fic where Caitlyn hosts a radioshow and there are many cameos and visits by characters or writers in his fic where they do an interview and what not. I was recently asked to participate and I have agreed to it; so Look out for my three Lovely OCs when his next chapter comes out~

And a shoutout to my friend, FallenintoAshes aka Metys. I am definitely more Senpai than all your other Senpais, Metys, not matter how reluctant you may be to choose xD

So, yeah, I Won't keep you any longer. ONWARDS TO THE CHAPTER!

-Wings Senpai

Her Icy Embrace

Chapter 9

"Really, do you have nothing better to do in the middle of the night than to pester me?" Analia scoffed as Reinhart flatly stared at her. "Like I said, I've asked the questions and I want the answers." He replied simply as Analia rolled her eyes.
"Figures. A face like that, I can't blame you for not having any 'nightly' activities." She said scathingly as Reinhart made a small snorting of derision.
"Speak for yourself, woman." He replied.
"Ohhh, I could go on and on about myself, but I do not wish to nurture envy within you, Ser Knight. It is no one's fault you have such an edgy look… Except for your scar, I believe that's your fault entirely." She said with a sarcastic smile.

"You know, for a woman who's held captive right now, you have a lot of nerve." Reinhart stated distastefully as he sat in front of Analia, who stared back at him, unimpressed. She was wearing a simple light blue top and a pair of dark grey pants, given to her by Lydia.

"Oh, I'm sorry, should I break into tears and confess all of my sins?" Analia remarked sarcastically, giving him an even more sarcastic look. "Alas, Sir Knight, I am a terrible person! I spent my childhood kicking puppies and as I grew up, it transgressed into me kicking cocky men like you on there asses." She said as Reinhart raised an eyebrow.

"Big words coming from a woman who got defeated by a cocky man." Reinhart said as Analia frowned, her gaze smoldering. "He only won because of the dirty trick he pulled."

"So you're saying you don't lose in fair fights?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you?"

"Are you willing to bet on that?"
"Depends on what's the ante."

"Tell you what… You pick any of my men to fight, hand to hand. If you lose, you'll divulge all the information you hold about Ashe or anything I might ask of you." Reinhart stated calmly.

"And if I win?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Then you've proved me wrong when I claim that you're all bark and no bite." Reinhart said, resisting a smile as he saw her bristle visibly. He had intentionally touched a nerve; her pride, to get away with a bet where he would not lose anything.

"So be it. We shall hold this challenge tomorrow." She agreed.

…

Darkness had fallen in earnest by the time Alan had returned from Rakkelstake. His eyes were stuck to the ceiling of his tent as he lied upon his bed, stripped of his armor into a more comfortable pair consisting of a cotton tunic and pants, white and grey in color respectively. He raised his arms infront of him, while flexing his hands. His right hand had healed mostly, only a scar, still an angry mark as it was a recent wound, but Jory's magical herbs had done wonders. As he flexed his hand, he felt a certain stiffness within, as one would feel if there was some difficulty in moving the particular muscle. But other than that, he felt no pain nor did he feel any lacking of his strength. His other wounds had also healed up, again, thanks to Jory and Lydia. But his arms…

The blue tattoo-like designs spread all around his forearms, forming intricate, web like patterns and fading just before his elbows. He wondered, with a grim expression on his face, how long he had to live. He had no idea how fast this thing would spread or how fast it was spreading. Just a few days ago it was only at his hands and now it was up to his elbows. Sighing, he turned onto his side, pulling the blanket over himself as he reached over and turned off the lantern at his bedside table. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to fall into slumber…

He was standing amidst the ruins of what was Rakkelstake castle. People were fighting all around him. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and in diluted colors, seeming more gray than normal. He looked around himself, confused… Iceborn were fighting Iceborn, Avarosans were fighting Avarosans… There seemed to be no distinction of who was fighting whom, except… Many of the people had a purple mark on their foreheads. Only the color purple seemed to be pronounced, stark in contrast with the otherwise desaturated world around him. All the sounds around him also seemed to be muted; as if he was under water. Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him around. He was surprised to see that it was Ashe. "What are you doing! You need to get moving! Hurry, we don't have much ti-" Her voice was cut short as a spear hurled itself through the air and into her left leg, piercing through the back and exiting out the front, shattering her shin in the process as she screamed in pain and fell to her knees.

"ASHE!" Alan screamed, reaching down to help her, but she shoved him away, looking at him desperately through her blood-streaked hair.
"Forget about me, Go! You're our last hope!" She shouted as Alan found himself being pushed around in the throng of fighting, utterly confused.
"What's going on!? What's happening? What am I supposed to do!?" He screamed, but no one answered him. No one even seemed to be looking at him. He looked around frantically for Ashe again, or anyone he might've known. He saw a gargantuan figure plowing it's way through the fray, a rider on top. It was Sejuani, her mace flying around her, yet she was badly injured. Even as he watched, the entire area was lit up by a purple flash, blinding Alan for a second. As soon as it dimmed down, Alan saw with horror that a huge hole had appeared in Sejuani's torso, obliterating most of her left midriff as she stared blankly down at it, moments before she fell sideways off of her boar. The animal kept fighting valiantly, but was overwhelmed by the sheer number of people stabbing it.

He heard another scream as he turned the other way, watching with horror as he saw Analia and Reinhart, fighting back to back against the purple-marked soldiers who pressed down on them. Alan began pushing his way to them, shouting Reinhart's name, but even as he struggled to get to them, he watched as a man managed to blindside Reinhart while he was busy dueling with 3 others, slicing Reinhart's sword arm badly at the biceps. As Reinhart almost collapsed, Analia shouted something inaudible over the sheer silence of the room; quickly grabbing Reinhart and supporting him up while she wielded a sword at the crowd descending upon them, valiantly defending herself and the incapacitated Reinhart.

Where was her Frig Dinte? Why was she not using it? Her eyes met with Alan's for a split second and her mouth opened as if she was about to say something, but there was another blinding flash of purple light as a thin beam of purple shot through both Reinhart and Analia, fired from such an angle as to pierce through both of their chests. The words died in Analia's throat as blood erupted out of her mouth instead, as the sword fell from her grasp and she fell to her knees, Reinhart having already fallen forward onto all fours. Almost simultaneously, both of them fell forward, Analia's face covered by her long, golden hair as she fell, her fall muted in the crushing pressure of the situation.

Alan was so lost, so confused. He was panicking, unable to understand what was happening. He looked behind him and saw Ashe, still kneeling where she had been kneeling before, her right leg badly damaged.
"You are our last hope, Alan Frost." She mouthed at him as, again, a flash of purple filled up the room. Alan couldn't tear his eyes away as the purple light shot a clean hole through Ashe's stomach area, the Queen of Rakkelstake falling forwards, the light of life fading from her eyes as she did, even as Alan watched. Alan screamed, unable to bear the pain of seeing so many people die all around him, almost going mad from confusion and frustration at not knowing what was happening.

There was a familiar cry as he whipped himself around again, his eyes widening. "No…" He whispered as he watched Lissandra, standing along up ontop of the dais, where Ashe's throne once was, staring down a massive figure wrapped in shadows.
"LISSANDRA!" Alan shouted as a large purple Eye seemed to appear out of no where within the shadowy' figure's visage. A second later, the purple light flashed again, blotting out the world with it's vibrance for a split second as Alan screamed, releasing more power than he needed to out of sheer panic, exploding forwards as he left a trail of ice. He caught her in mid air as she fell, landing onto the ground on his knees as he held her close. Her mask had shattered from the purple assault, exposing her beautiful face and sensitive ears as she looked up at him, pain evident on her face. Alan looked down and choked on a cry as he saw the large hole in her chest, allowing him to see his lap through her as she lied there.
"Alan…" She whispered, almost a whimper unlike the strong Lissandra he knew as she extended a trembling hand towards him.
"I'm so… sorry…" She whispered as Alan felt the tears flowing freely from his eyes, her cold, slender fingers touching his cheek, leaving trails of her blood on it.

"All who oppose shall be dealt with…. Through disposal." A deep, resounding voice said as the massive figure's giant purple eye, fixed it's horrendous gaze upon Alan and began to glow and hum with power. Alan couldn't move, too shocked with all the events happening as he looked down at the dying Lissandra in his arms.
"You must… make me… See… Alan… Only you can… please…. before it's too late…" She whispered as Alan let out a choked sob, slowly bringing her face close to his. Their lips met, a feeling of peace invading both of their minds seconds before there was a flash of purple, after which, there was nothing.

Alan's eyes opened brutally fast within the span of a second. He wasn't breathing as he stared up at the ceiling in absolute shock, his mind still frozen, unable to process anything of what had just happened.

After what felt like an eternity, he took a deep, long breath, before exhaling it. He sat up on his bed, numbly realizing the light outside meant it was morning. But he simply sat there, trying to think, trying to understand; What had just happened? What had he just seen? Was it just a dream? It seemed so real… Too acute… He could still feel the linger of Lissandra's touch on his cheeks, the feather-light feeling of her lips on his….

"Alan, what's wrong?"

Alan looked up, spotting Lydia standing at the entrance of his tent, holding a tray of what was evidently his breakfast. "You look like you've seen a ghost… Are you alright?" She asked as Alan stared blankly at her, looking haunted. "I'm… Fine… Have you seen Analia?" He asked as Lydia seemed unconvinced, but then she sighed in defeat. "She's in the training yard." Lydia stated as she walked in, placed the tray of food at his table and walked back to the entrance. Just before leaving, she stopped and turned around, "Alan, please… Don't hide anything. If you need help, just ask. Thats what I'm here for." She said, before turning around and leaving. Alan continued to stare at where she had walked out, not focusing on anything but the thoughts that mulled in his mind.

…

Analia watched as her opponent, a member of the Congelate, took a fighting stance infront of her, an uncommon but nonetheless effective stance. Feet slightly apart, left arm held extended slightly, at chest level, right arm held close, the fist exactly infront of the mouth. Analia glanced around her as well. The training court was basically just a large square clear area in the middle of various tents belonging to the soldiers. All around her, even though it was early morning, many Iceborn stood, watching her with interest. Many were even whispering and snickering to each other, no doubt passing bets. Reinhart himself stood prominently right at the edge of the field, watching her intently.

Analia sighed, relaxing her body before she took up her own, unique stance. leaning back on her right leg while her left leg stepped forward, both knees slightly bent. Her arms loosely held infront of her, left arm forwards and right hand close to her stomach, both hands completely relaxed, the hands open. She saw the small flicker of amusement in her opponent's eyes as she allowed herself to smirk.
"Whats your name?" She called to him as the man blinked at her acknowledgingly. "Graham." He answered.
"Well, Graham, how do you like your body in the morning? Sore or scrambled?" She replied as a small smile played upon Graham's face at her jest.

They slowly neared each other, Analia losing the humorous expression on her face as it became completely serious. As soon as they were within distance, Graham suddenly stepped forwards, launching a 3-hit combo at Analia. His left arm shot forwards as a jab, which Analia deflected with the open palm of both her hands. His right arm then shot forwards, aiming at her face in a vicious uppercut, which she barely dodged by leaning back. The arm stopped as it shot upwards, missing her, and then suddenly reversed as Grahams tried to elbow her raised face. She instantly raised her arms, crossing them above her head and catching his arm within the crook of her crossed arms, right above his elbow. She hissed in pain as her shoulders, already injured from the day before, throbbed in pain and shoved his arms off with a mechanical release of her crossed arms, throwing him off his stance as she suddenly launched a lightning quick one-two at his exposed mid-riff, hitting with her open palms rather than her fists. Graham grunted in pain as he quickly recovered, suddenly bringing both of his arms down, elbows first, as if he meant to trap her arm. Analia quickly withdrew her arm, however, as he tucked his elbows into his stomach. She recognized the maneuver a second too late as Graham's right foot shot up at her, slamming into her chest and sending her almost flying back into the snow. She landed heavily, coughing as her ribs burned from the pain, Graham staring impassively at her, waiting for her to get up. She got up into a crouch, wiping her mouth instinctively as she stood up shakily, her internal screaming-in-pain of her chest now joining the cacophony that was her shoulders and right leg.

She did not give up, however, as she stepped forward again. They began circling each other again, but this time, Analia made the first move. She feinted right, Graham falling for the feint and being unable to recover in time as Analia's fist slammed into his stomach from below instead. As he got winded from the blow, Analia instantly whipped around, her leg cutting through the air before slamming into Graham's face, spinning him off the ground as he spun in one complete circle in the air before falling down onto the ground on his knees before finally falling forwards, completely knocked out.

"Scrambled it is, then." Analia muttered under her breath as her right thigh gave a painful throb and gave way, forcing her down onto one knee as she winced in pain, clenching her teeth.

"Well… I'll admit, you've surprised me." Reinhart said as he offered her his hand. She looked at the hand then up at him. "Please, keep your hand to yourself, the places it goes." She said scathingly as she forced herself to stand up again, swaying slightly as she did. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Reinhart asked quietly as Analia glared at him, unrelenting, "Well, you always seem be such an asskisser. 'Lissandra this, Lissandra this.'" She mocked him, before snorting with derision. "You're nothing but her right hand, and you know what hands are used for." She said as Reinhart glared at her. "Right, hands are also used for slapping unarmed, injured woman, correct? I don't know which is dirtier, what I was thinking or that." She stated dryly as Reinhart's lips thinned.

Before their conversation could progress further, Alan stepped into the clearing. "Analia… A moment, please?" He asked as they both looked at him. "Oh, would you like to badger me with questions too? Perhaps also make a bet doubting my strength? Or maybe you'd like to just skip all that and just straight out kick me while I'm down?" She said sarcastically, throwing a venemous glance at Reinhart. "Ofcourse, I have seen some honor in you when you stopped your Psychotic Queen from torturing me, so I don't expect the last thing from you." She said, aiming the edge of her words more at Reinhart.

"It's a bit serious, if you will… Alone…" Alan stated as he walked over to them, both of them staring at his gaunt, haunted expression.
"Alan… Are you alright?" Reinhart asked skeptically. The images flashed in his mind again as he remembered seeing Reinhart and Analia's bodies lying side by side, their faces turned towards each other, holding each other's hands even after death. He couldn't think too deeply about it right now as he groaned, massaging his temples. "Yes, I'm doing… Well, I've been better, but nothing to worry about right now." He muttered as Reinhart nodded, walking away to give them some space.

"So… What is this about?" Analia asked, not being sarcastic for once as Alan dug his hand into his pocket and extracted a locket. Analia's eyes widened as her mouth slowly opened. "How did you…"

"I went to speak with Ashe yesterday… She gave this to me to give to you. I imagine it holds value for you." Alan said as Analia took it gently into her hands, holding it as if it might shatter.

"Yes… It belonged to my mother… I had given it to Ashe for safe keeping before I rode out into battle, so that it might not be lost to looters should I have fallen…" Analia said, her face a mixture of wistful longing, sorrow and happiness. "I had never thought to see it again… Wait… Why did you go to Rakkelstake? No, rather, how?" She asked, confused as she looked at Alan.

"I walked there." He said with a small shrug as Analia looked at him skeptically. He sighed, shaking his head as he said, "Well, lets go back to your 'containment' tent… Because it's a long story." Alan muttered. "And you probably won't believe most of it."

Such suspense, much teasers, 3HorrrificNightmare5Alan, can'thandletheheatyo.

I gave a huge plot input into this chapter, so you guys should be satisfied for the next month or so xD

And remember, all my Kouhais; I am more Senpai than all your other Senpais. But only a few special Kouhais are allowed to call me Sebby-Senpai.

For everyone else, you know what to call me xD

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kthnxbai.

-Wings Senpai.