Authors Note: WaddleBuff is still missing, hopefully he is back soon :(, this also means that this chapter is also not beta-read, sorry.

Plz come back waddle Dx

"Conversations in this one were also a little awkward and feel a bit rushed. "

You got me, lol I wanted that chapter out as fast as possible, I also had run out of things to write in the last chapter, hopefully this chapter is better though.

"Your so good at making strories"

Thank you /

Warning: this section of the story could be distressing to some readers, as it hints on darker themes

Calm water splashes against the stern of the giant wooden ship as one of Miss Fortune's crew throws a rope down to another who ties to rope to a post. Ezreal's young face grins, Sona can't help but smile as well, after a few days at sea, they have reached land. However they had reached Bilgewater, not Ionia. Ezreal loathes sea travel, he would much rather have his two feet on solid earth.

Ezreal looks up when he hears footsteps behind him, the stunning captain walks up to the pair with a sway in her hips.

"We will be staying here overnight, and then we will set sail for Ionia." Miss Fortune says as she leans on the rail next to Ezreal.

"That's great." Ezreal exclaims "And thank you for taking us to Ionia Sarah."

"That's Miss Fortune to you honey." Miss Fortune corrects

"Thank you Miss Fortune" Ezreal laughs

Ezreal then diverts his gaze to Sona.

"Want to go book a hotel room?" He asks her

Sona nods with approval. Being so used to having Sona being able to use telepathy back in the institute he expected to hear Sona's beautiful voice, but she cannot use this magic outside of the institute.

"Be back here by mid-day tomorrow, okay Ezreal?" Miss Fortune calls out as Ezreal and Sona climb down the ship and onto the pier.

"We will be" Ezreal shouts back as they leave.

Sona and Ezreal stroll along the docks, Ezreal's protective arm around Sona's pale shoulders, both of them smiling gleefully at each other. Sona suddenly stops and turns to the ocean, looking out at the vast horizon.

"This is probably her first time here at Bilgewater" Ezreal thinks to himself with a smile.

"Want to see the view for a while?" Ezreal asks

Sona nods, they sit on a nearby bench and watch. The lapping waves and ships pass by as Sona pulls Ezreal into a warm embrace. Occasionally a fan rushes over to them asking for an autograph. A young boy runs up to them holding out a small book.

"Could you sign this for me please?" The boy asks with excitement.

They both nod and sign their respective signatures in the book.

"Is it true that you two are dating?" A rough voice behind them asks.

Ezreal turns around. A gruff looking man around thirty years of age looks back at him with a smile.

"Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself haha." The man chuckles "I am Rhey"

Rhey then walks over to the boy, still giddy about the signatures.

"This is my son Cal. Thank you for making his day." He says with a smile as he pats Cal's head.

"No problem" Ezreal replies graciously "and about your question before, yes, we are dating."

Sona pulls Ezreals arm a little closer to herself.

"I see, I wish you both luck in the coming days, come on Cal, we need to go." Rhey says before holding out a hand for Cal

The couple stay seated as Rhey and Cal leave. Ezreal then lightly kisses Sona's soft lips once they are gone.

"Shall we get moving too?" Ezreal asks his face still close to hers.

Sona shakes her head, pulling him closer, their lips part as their tongues dance around each other. The familiar taste of Sona's tongue returns to Ezreal, Ezreal can't help but want more of her, pulling her body closer.

"Maybe a few more minutes here wouldn't be so bad." Ezreal whispers before pressing his lips against hers again.

After spending almost the entire afternoon bonding, Ezreal and Sona finally arrive in the lobby of a hotel, although it is not as luxurious as Demancia's hotels, it met their requirements. Sona sat comfortably in one of the sofas.

"Just wait there, I will get our room."

Sona watches Ezreal walk up to the lobby desk, she can't help but smile. There is nothing in the world that matters as much as Ezreal does. She blushes slightly and looks down at her golden etwahl idly floating in the air. A group man walking up behind her reflects off the Etwahl.

"Feeling a little lonely eh Sona?" A rough voice says behind her.

Suddenly a hand grabs her by the neck and another by her shoulder before she can react; her eyes widen as more hands begin to drag her away. Sona kicks and tries to wretch herself free, but she continues to be pulled away helplessly, she reaches an arm out to Ezreal, still unaware of what is happening. Sona tries to scream his name, but a no sound leaves her mouth.

Ezreal turns around once he finally acquires a room for both himself and Sona. At the doorway he sees Sona being dragged away. The hotel's staff begin shouting, some panic. Ezreal is about to charge up a true shot barrage, when one of the men swings Sona around in front of the group, using her as a shield, Ezreal stops, still slightly dazed about what is happening. Ezreal looks at Sona, they both see the fear in each other's eyes before the men tug Sona away. Ezreal rushes after them once he snaps out of his daze.

"Sona!" He screams at the top of his lungs.

Ezreal sprints out the door and turns the corner, in the distance he spots Sona, the men carrying her like she is their luggage. Ezreal bursts forward; he had never sprinted as hard as now in his life, not even when his own life is in danger.

Dodging pedestrians and arcane shifting over boxes, he begins to close the gap. The group suddenly dash to the left. Unprepared for a turn, Ezreal tries to slow himself down for a turn, however he passes the opportunity turn, Ezreal curses and arcane shifts onto the roof of a near-by building. He runs along the roof, arcane shifting great distances.

He soon catches up with the mob again, not being able to see Ezreal, they enter a decrepit building, quickly slamming the door. Ezreal arcane shifts down and walks up to the peeling green door. He presses his ear against the door, listening in.

"Did you lose him?" One voice asks

"Yeah" Replies another

After a small pause a voice picks up.

"So what are we going to do with her?"

"Well, she is definitely going to sell for a high price, but for now, how about we have some fun with her shall we? That chest is to die for."

The sound of cloth ripping reaches Ezreal's ear. Deep inside, his anger swells and replaces his fear. Moving back a bit, he fires powerful bolts of arcane power into the door, blowing it to pieces.