Twisted Fate and Graves were just aimlessly sitting in their camp, when the air suddenly turned extremely warm. "What?" Fate stood up, raising his head to the sky. Somehow, the warm, sunny day had turned into a cloudy, misty day.

"Can the creators really do a sudden weather change like that?" Fate grumbled.

"Beats me," Graves replied, shrugging.

"I heard the Feast is today," Fate reminded him, "You want to go?" Graves groaned, complaining something about stiff muscles.

"Fine fine," Graves muttered, "As long as they have Destiny there." The Outlaw missed his trusty gun, and it had taken a few summoners extra to pry it away from Graves.

"What if we turn out lucky?" Fate winked. He was known for his luck. Graves rolled his eyes, and stood up.

"Hurry up," Graves growled. Fate smirked and lead the way, sweeping his cloak behind him.

"Bring weapons," Fate noted, and picked up his trusty knife. Muttering again, Graves followed his comrade's example, and tromped after Fate. "Keep your stomping to a minimum," Twisted Fate growled, "No wonder I could hear you even though I plugged my ears, Malcolm."

"Shut up," Graves mumbled, but Fate could see that his ears were red. Twisted Fate chuckled to himself and continued on in silence.

"You still think Riven's alive?" Master Yi asked Yasuo, after a few hours of meditating.

"I don't know, and I don't care," Yasuo replied calmly, as if Riven's life was not valuable at all. Life passed too quickly, especially- No, he wasn't going to go there. Go to his... Past. No way.

"She is from your District," Yi pointed out, "You made her your comrade. At least show some appreciation. To her warning you of Wukong and Ahri, that is."

Yasuo only shrugged. "But you came to tell me that Wu and Ahri were targeting someone else," he said.

"Ah, yes," Master Yi nodded, trying to stop an evil grin on his face, "I have been wondering, are you going to thank me for it?"

Yasuo raised an eyebrow to Yi. The two had a silent staring competition before Yasuo gave up and sighed deeply. "Alright," he muttered, "Thank you, Yi."

The Wuju Bladesman chuckled. "Ah, tis nothing but some words," he said.

"Then-" Yasuo began.

"Just wanted to hear a simple thank you from you, Yasuo," Yi cut in, "I have never heard that from you yet."

"Nor have I heard one from you," the Unforgiven shot back.

For a moment, Master Yi was quiet. "Alas, I hope the emotion in the air will tell you thank you," he replied cooly.

"I could have used emotion, as you say."

"Ah, alright. Thank you, Yasuo," Master Yi said. Yasuo was slightly surprised by the sudden "Thank you."

"I-I-I-It was nothing," Yasuo stammered, obviously flustered, "Wait what are you even thanking me for?"

"For being here," Yi drew closer to Yasuo, his green (Brown? Blue? PURPLE?! I have no idea) eyes bearing into Yasuo's brown ones.

"H-Hey," the Unforgiven stammered flinching as he saw Yi's eyes clearly for once.

"Thanks," the Wuju Bladesman pulled Yasuo in for a quick embrace, and stood up afterward. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, its the time for the Feast," he said to a shocked Yasuo, "Perhaps we could salvage a few items."

"Uh... Oh. Yeah," Yasuo seemed to snap back to reality, "Yeah." He stood up and brushed the non-existant dirt on his pants. Just a habit. He picked up a knife just in case, and followed Yi through the forest.

The two walked in silence.

Annie, the Dark Child, was sitting alone on a rock at the stream. She hugged Teary, crying to herself. She wanted her family and her friend Amumu. "Teary, do you know where they took Amumu?" she sniffled, hugging the cloth bear, probably from Amumu's mummy wrappings. (Disgusting, but ITS FOR THE FEELS)

Teary did not respond, since Teary was a bear. "Teary, you will be Tibber's friend when we get home, right?" Annie whimpered, "Tibbers will be happy to meet a girl bear." Some reason in Annie's mind told her that Teary was a girl, a female.

A pebble crunched under a foot, and Annie whipped around to face the person she had dreaded. Zed. The Master of Shadows loomed over her, his piercing red eyes glowing. He had no mask on, revealing the old scars on his face. Two knives were in his hands, replacing the blades they once held.

Annie was too scared to speak, her emerald green eyes widened with fear. She clutched Teary, and waited for the worst. She squeezed her eyes shut, and braced herself for the agonizing pain from the knives cutting into her soft flesh.

But instead... A rough, but soft hand laid itself on Annie's head. She opened her eyes and looked to Zed. She was speechless, knowing that the soft reassuring pat on the head was from the Master of Shadows himself. But why?

"I sense great evil from you," Zed spoke, crouching down so his eyes bore into Annie's leaf green eyes, "But truly, you have a soft heart. I... I am the same. I may look, sound, and act evil, but I truly do have a soft heart."

Annie was puzzled. She had no idea what was happening, so she clutched Teary tighter. "H-hey," she said quietly, "D-Do you think I will... Die?"

Zed sighed and looked away. He stood up. "It is the decision of destiny," he said, "Stand, Annie, become a powerful girl. Stay strong, and grow up that way." With that, he began to walk off. 'And so you do not become the monster I am,' he added quietly in his head.

Annie was still puzzled by the sudden appearance, talk, and then disappearance of Zed. "What happened, Teary?" she asked the female bear.

Teary gave no reply, and a soft tear landed on the cloth bear's cheek.

Twisted Fate and Graves had reached the edge of the trees, and now were looking at the large cornucopia. Indeed, backpacks, knives, food, water, all sorts of weapons and supplies were stacked there. "They really did not lie to us," Fate muttered to himself.

"Destiny!" Fate herd Graves yell out excitedly. He saw as the Outlaw ran to the Cornucopia idiotically, and pick up his gun. "They have ye here after all, my beautiful," Graves chuckled, patting the barrel of the gun.

"I assume there's no ammo?" Fate walked so that he was standing beside Graves.

Graves snorted to himself, and cracked open Destiny. Only three shots. "At least they have something of mine," he muttered.

"Too bad they have none of my cards," Fate chuckled, "Maybe I could use Destiny and teleport outta this god-forsaken dump."

"Now ye sound like yerself," Graves noted, raising a bushy eyebrow, "Ain't nothin' seems right when yer talkin' all formal n' stuff."

"I figure it would be formal when you are just about to kill someone," a voice came from the edge of the clearing. The two whipped around to see Master Yi and Yasuo.

Seems like Yi was the one who spoke. "A pleasure to meet you two here," he chuckled, stroking his thin, long beard.

"And a pleasure to kill you," Yasuo said, his voice lowering to a growl.

Graves grabbed Destiny, and readied his gun to fire at the two. Lucky they weren't ninjas or anything, since he would have a tough time to shoot those nimble little scrubs.

Fate picked up a curved sword, extremely similar to the one Gangplank had. A wave of memories nearly froze the card master, but he readied it, and narrowed his cyan blue eyes (Idk :P)

"Lucky to meet you here as well," the four turned their heads to see Diana approaching, with Leona behind her.

A shiver went down Fate's neck, and he felt wind on his spine. He turned his head again, to see Zed, perched up at the top of the Cornucopia. His red eyes gleamed, and... He had Annie sitting on his broad shoulders. Strange duo.

"A bloodbath it seems," Zed mused, his voice deep and low. As if his words were the cue, Master Yi and Yasuo lunged forward to Twisted Fate and Graves. Diana and Leona did as well, and Zed dropped down to corner Fate and Graves.

"Looks like we're screwed, Malcolm," Fate whispered to Graves out of the corner of his mouth.

"Never wanted to die like this, especially with you, Tobias," Graves growled back.

"Tobias," Fate mused, "Haven't heard that name in a long time."

"See you on the other side," the two spoke in unison, towards their attackers as well as each other.

They both waited for the cold blades to strike them, to feel agonizing pain during that. The two had endured long hardships together, and they were going to die together, as comrades, not enemies.

"Hello? Hello, hello?" an ominous voice rang through the arena.