Shyvana walked through the old Demacian dorm, once warm and filled with champions staying at the Institute, it was now cold and empty. She came across her own dorm room, the old wooden door barely attached to its hinges. Somehow it had managed to sustain her temper, all the days of slamming it shut had passed.

Shyvana found herself continuing past the other rooms, her cheeks flushed red as she ran her hand past Jarvan's door, she had made many memories inside it. Eventually she found herself outside the last room in the dormitory, seemingly secluded from the rest she had forgotten whom it belonged to. Tentatively pushing open the door she was hit by a musty smell, the room had been empty for a month or two now and the dust had piled up high. Struggling to hold in her sneeze Shyvana searched the room for a trace of it's previous owner. A few claw marks had dug into the wardrobe.

Valor. Shyvana thought, realizing that it was Quinn's room she was standing in. The room was smaller than her own, only barely able to contain the bed, wardrobe and small desk with little room to spare. Shyvana sat on the edge of the mattress, unsettling the dust that had lay dormant on top. She laid back, her head lightly hitting the back of the wall and dislodging one of the bricks. Reaching back to grip the wall but finding only air, she turned her head up, looking upside down at the hole where the wall should have been. Shyvana sat up abruptly, slowly reaching her hand inside to investigate the secret compartment. She gripped a few cluttered papers, holding them up to a flame in her other hand to see what was written on them.

July 14th

Val and I went down to the festival at the IOW today, the food was amazing! You should've seen it Caleb, there was food from Demacia, Noxus, Freljord, Piltover, Zaun and even the Shadow Isles (though no one dared to touch it)! Val managed to steal a few of Caitlyn's cupcakes and we had to run from Vi, apparently they had been saved for her. Boy was she pissed off!

I'll have to take you there sometime, you'd like it. I saw a few of those chocolate scones you used to love, I bought some for us!

Anyways, I need to get some sleep now, Val is yelling at me to turn the light off, see you tomorrow Bro!

Love, Quinn.

Shyvana lowered the piece of paper, looking around the bed at the other scraps. She has a brother? Shyvana grumbled, angry that Quinn hadn't introduced him to any of the other Demacians before. She picked up another document.

September 23rd

Clear skies and sunny today

I met a young lady for the first time, she was unlike anything I've ever seen. Long, blonde hair, bubbly attitude and the widest smile I'd ever seen. Her name was Lady Luxanna, I hear from my commander who also happens to be her brother, Garen, that I might be able to work for her some day. I didn't realize she was in the army!

Enough about myself, how have you been Caleb? I'm sorry I haven't been able to come back and visit you these days, I've just been so busy! I've managed to save up a bit of money now so I think I'll come home for a few days and just relax.

Oh! I'll make sure that Valor comes to say hi as well, you two are almost the same!

Hope to see you soon bro, I should be home as soon as this tour's ended.

See you soon!

Love, Quinn.

Shyvana briefly skimmed through a few of the other letters, many of them around the month of September. She came across a date that interested her, surprised to see quite an accurate sketch of herself staring back. Quinn drew… me? Attached to the sketch was another diary entry, this one describing Quinn's feelings and thoughts about Shyvana.

Shyvana

Half woman, half dragon.

She has long fiery red locks of hair and the temper to match,

Note: Do not anger.

Major crush on Jarvan

Shyvana dropped the paper, puffing out a breath of air and rolling her eyes.

She dug her hand back into the hole, rummaging around and picking out papers on the other Demacian champions, Lux, Fiora, Garen among others. There was one final piece of paper that Quinn found odd, it was crumpled and had been scribbled all over. The name on the top of it however, was easily distinguishable. Talon.

Noxian Assassin, highly dangerous avoid at all costs.

Tends to avoid large groups of people and sticks to the shadows, seems to have a complete lack of empathy

Shyvana couldn't decipher the rest of the paper, instead turning it over and finding a beautiful sketch of Talon, the details were immense, evidence of Quinn's seemingly obsessive nature. The next few pages were the same, sketches of Talon, descriptions of Talon and places he liked to go or people he met with regularly. She had practically become a stalker.

The last page was another letter to her brother Caleb.

Caleb,

I hope you're doing well, I just got out of hospital myself (I'm fine I assure you), I think I might come home for a bit, things aren't going too well. The Institute of War has closed and with it many of my friends have parted ways, the days of peace are coming to a close and I fear a war with Noxus will break out.

Alas, I don't think I'll see him again. Perhaps it's better this way, nothing good could have come from it anyways. I'll still miss him, whether he'll miss or even acknowledge my disappearance is another question. I admire his lack of empathy, it's strangely… calming.

I think I could strive to become more like him, maybe then it won't hurt anymore.

I'll be home tomorrow.

Quinn.

Shyvana skipped back to the top of the page, realizing the entry was dated today. Had she written it before leaving earlier today? Shyvana hurriedly gathered the letters up for Quinn, checking the address on them before closing the room behind her. The snow melted off the beams behind her as she transformed, thundering down the roofless halls until she took off into the air.

Talon wandered through the crowded streets on his way back to the Du Couteau Mansion. The moon was hidden behind a thick smog, covering Noxus in a shade of darkness. Dimly lit streetlamps led the way, creating circles of light along the disheveled road. Talon leapt up onto the railing that surrounded the Du Couteau property, walking along it in the dark. There was no more need for Talon to continue his nightly patrols, although the General had gone missing and left his daughters behind, the compound was guarded by those still loyal to the General. Not that the sisters couldn't protect themselves. Katarina and Cassiopeia were far from useless, both more dangerous than those guarding the compound. Still, the night patrols helped to soothe Talon's restlessness, he could make out the moon through the pollution, occasionally a star or two would appear.

"You can come out you know" Talon called out, taking a seat and swinging his feet over the railing. The light mage made herself known, hands on her hip and pouting at Talon.

"You could help me up" she said, gesturing to herself. Talon grumbled, pulling the small woman up onto the fence. Lux smiled sweetly at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You're drunk" Talon muttered, his nose twitching at the thick stench of alcohol emanating from her.

"Damn right I am" she said, followed by a series of hiccups, she took a cigarette out of her packet, placing the paper roll between her lips and rolling her head towards Talon. He fished out a lighter, lighting Luxs smoke.

"Much better" she said, letting out a puff of smoke.

"You want one?" she asked, sliding one out of the packet towards Talon.

"There's enough things trying to kill me as is" he replied, pushing the cigarette packet back to her. Lux giggled, dangling her pale legs over the railing. They sat together in silence, looking out over the still vibrant town. Despite being past midnight Noxus was still awake, the nightlife had come and the city looked alive.

"I'm going to miss this place" Lux whispered, forgetting about the assassin still seated beside her. Talon peered over at her, surprised to see tears cascading down her face. He put an arm lightly around her shoulder, pulling her head into his chest. She began to cry quietly, the tears soaking into Talon's shirt. He wrapped the bladed cloak around her, making sure to keep the knives at a distance.

"I hate Demacia. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it" she whimpered, her voice muffled by Talon's clothing.

Talon didn't reply, instead soothing back the trembling mage's blonde hair and rubbing her shoulder. His face remained impartial, still looking up to the sky.

"Father doesn't let me go out anymore, now that the Institutes closed I have no more reason to be out and about unless I'm on a mission" she said to Talon, gripping the hem of his shirt tightly. He continued to stay silent, listening on as Lux laid her emotions bare before him. It wasn't the first time she'd broken down, whenever she got drunk she became emotional and distraught. He almost felt that Katarina got her drunk on purpose, besides trying to get into her pants she might have thought it fun to torment the poor girl.

When she stopped trembling he rested his hand behind her, patting her on the back gently.

"You're a good guy, you know that Talon?" she whispered to him, her head still pressed against his chest.

Talon snorted, extending the arm blade out of its holder on his free hand out and holding it up to the dim light.

"Not many would say such a thing" he replied. Lux let go of his clothing, raising her head up and staring him in the eyes.

"I think, if I wasn't Demacian and a few years older, I would take you for myself" she confided in him, pressing her lips to his cheek before disappearing.

Talon sat there alone again on the railing, the faint smell of beer dissipating into the cold winter air.

The snow had stopped falling by the time Quinn got off the train, stepping out onto the lightly covered platform, snow crunching under her feet. She made her way out of the station, having finally arrived back in Demacia she decided to check in with Lux. She heard a squawk, it appeared Valor had woken up from his nap. Opening up the cage in her hand the Demacian Eagle shot out, soaring into the sky above the city.

Quinn ascended the steps into the academy, greeting the young trainee's that marched beside her, they sent her off with a salute as she approached Lux's office.

Quinn, much to her dismay, found Lux sprawled out on the floor, empty bottles of beer littered the floor and an ashtray filled with cigarettes sat beside her.

"Lux!" she cried out, shaking the unconscious mess. Lux remained still, snoring loudly. Quinn sighed to herself, grabbing a few of the empty beer bottles and poking her head out into the hallway to make sure there was no one around. She spotted Jarvan walking down the hallway towards his office.

"Jarvan!" she hissed, making sure no one else heard. The prince turned around, raising his eyebrow at Quinn. She opened the door slightly, gesturing at the passed out mage on the floor. He looked over at his office, sighed, and turned around to help Quinn.

"Again?" he asked, peering inside at the beer bottles laid out.

"Yeah. Can you go grab me a trash bag?" Quinn asked, closing the door as an army personnel walked by.

"Try and wake her up" he muttered, dashing over to his office. Quinn knelt down beside Lux, pushing the blonde hairs away from her face and lifting her head into her lap. The light mage was still soundly asleep, a small line of drool sliding down her chin. Quinn wiped it away and starting lightly tapping on her forehead.

Eventually she started to stir, staring up at the scout with lidded eyes.

"Hey Quinn" she croaked, snuggling into her lap.

"It's time to get up Lux" she urged her, looking up as Jarvan entered the room. Quinn gestured at Lux, Jarvan nodded in understanding. He slid his arms underneath her body, lifting Lux into his arms princess style.

Quinn closed the door behind them, grabbing the trash bag and stuffing as many bottles and cigarettes in as she could. Several minutes later Quinn had managed to clear the office of all offending items, returning it to its original state. Jarvan came back in to check on Quinn.

"It should be fine, just need to air it out" Jarvan said, opening the back window to let the fresh air in. Quinn knew she might have to take the blame again, it seemed to be a reoccurring thing.

Jarvan returned to his office, leaving Quinn to go check on Lux. She found her tangled up in the bedsheets moaning at her apparent hangover. Quinn ducked into her bathroom, grabbing a few of the headache tablets from top shelf and placing them on the bedside table alongside a glass of water. Valor had apparently awoke from his slumber as well as he hopped from his perch onto Quinn's shoulder.

"Think you can watch over her while I pop out for a bit?" she asked, Valor squawked back, landing on the bed and nuzzling his head against Lux. Quinn could hear her giggling under the covers.

With Lux safely stored away she grabbed a pad of paper and wrote up a quick note, leaving it on Lux's desk for when she woke up. She returned to find Lux sitting up in bed and petting Valor.

"Did you go to Noxus?" Quinn asked, Lux shifted uncomfortably in the bed but nodded nonetheless.

Quinn could only sigh, helping her take the headache medication.

"I'll be away from a few days" she called out whilst grabbing a few things out of her wardrobe. Lux seemed to have returned to her previous state of unconsciousness and didn't respond.

"Let's go Val" she called to the eagle, Valor hopped up onto Quinn's shoulder and the duo set out back home.