Little Lux looked at the would be lovers, blissfully unaware of the situation she most likely had put an end to.

"That... Makes more sense... So... She isn't a sneaky sneak thief?"

At that Kat looked to Garren with a skeptical grin. Kat was a very good liar, Garren was not. It wasn't wrong. She was a sneaky sneak thief... She practiced an art of ninjitsu so that did make her a sneaky sneak, and she had the intention to steal something tonight... So she was a sneaky, sneak thief... But she had gotten caught before she could take what she came for... SO she wasn't a thief yet? It was an awkward situation. It was best to say that yes indeed, Katerina was a sneaky sneak with intention to thief... If that makes sense.

Garren laughed nervously, more a nervous chuckle, as he looked to his little sister.

"I invited her over. It's alright Lightbright."

Lux blushed a bit, frowning in her embarrassment. Katerina jabbed Garren again, in the ribs looking at him with a hint of disappointment.

"You don't throw around pet names in front of strangers Garren. It's not polite."

"But you're not a stranger!"

"I am to her. I know you call her lightbright but she didn't know that. Pet names are very important to girls, it's an intimate thing! You don't go blurting it out like that!"

"Ok! Ok! Sorry Lux! I didn't mean to call you lightbright in the company of someone you don't know!"

"You did it again Garren..."

"Sorry! Gosh..."

Lux only stared a bit, wondering why her brother and this woman were arguing like their parents did. It was weird. Not to mention she didn't understand why this girl was in what looked like a bra and jeans and nothing else. That was a little silly to be running around in the rain in... And embaressing to run around in period... Though... She was afraid of the sun... So if she ran around at night with that on no one would see her, she'd just be cold... And she did have a jacket...

This woman was odd but o.k. Clearly she knew what she was doing, even if it looked like she was a sneaky sneak thief.

"It's o.k. She seems nice... My name is not lightbright. My name is Lux and I'm sorry I thought you were a thief."

Lux extended an open hand to the crimson haired Katerina, who accepted it with unexpected firmness.

"Katerina. I'm sorry to have worried you. I hope I can get to know you a little bet-"

A yell in the night broke the introductions and apologies. It was an angry howl, like a roaring bear.

"KATERINA DE COUTEAU! WHERE ARE YOU!"

Kat shot a worried look to her would be lover lunging off him, grabbing her coat and leaping over the bed and into the window frame, turning there to give a weary smile at the duo before simply mouthing "bye" before going out, the same way she came in, sliding down the water spout and into the storm. An awkward silence hung in the room, the siblings looked to each other slowly, then at the window. They stayed there a few moments, able to hear the shouting from next door.

"She seemed nice."

"Yeah..."

"I can't wait to see her again!"

"Yeah... Me either... Night Lightbright."

"Night mighty moe."

Lux left her brother's room, him following her as to close the door behind her. Lux had no intention of sleeping still. These nightmares were brutal and frightening and shook her body to the core. A traumatizing feeling of dread and helplessness stalks her in her sleep. Everything she knows, everything she was taught about light. How it extinguishes the dark... Is directly contradicted. These nightmares offer and realm of eternal shadow from which no light can escape. But that's not enough. No the terror doesn't end there. While this ever encroaching darkness pursues her, there is a voice. A voice in that darkness. It speaks of nothing but shadows and the death there held within. It speaks of fear and futility, it speaks of horrors only a child could truly imagine...

It calls itself Nocturne.

At this very same time. A boy is lost in his own sleep, plagued by his own nightmares. Locked in a perpetual coma the only one who is left to sit by his side is his elder brother, a sickly boy himself. The comatose child rolls in his sleep, unable to wake, mumbling and sometimes screaming about creatures beyond imagination. A realm that is destined to overcome this one and drag it into the darkest depths of a hole in nothingness. A void in the universe. Sometimes he wakes and draws terrible images of monstrous, insect-like creatures. Serrated limbs, with rows and rows of teeth. The religious say he's possessed. The scientific say he's afflicted. He rolls in his sleep tonight, his brother clutching his hand as tightly as he can, trying to offer him some comfort. Anything to ease this madness that has taken his brother.

"Malzahar, Malzahar... Please... Please it's me Kassadin... Please... Wake up... Fight this. Y-You're stronger than this..."

Malzahar only thrashes, in his sleep, his head bolting left and right as he mumbles.

"What's wrong... Tell me... I'll help you, j-just tell me little brother. I promise. I promise, I'll do anything just let me help you!"

As Kassadin squeazes his brother's hand tightly, Malzahar turns to his brother abruptly, his free hand coming to Kassadin's temple. At his touch Kassadin's eyes light up, his vision blurs a moment before he comes upon a strange land, filled with odd flora. There, his brother stands.

Looking at a caterpillar.

Kassadin runs to his brother, no regard to what is going on. He goes to him shaking him as Malahar mumbles at the caterpillar.

"Malzahar! Malahar! What are you saying? Are you trying to tell me something? Speak up! I-I can't help you if I can't hear what you're saying! Malzahar please! Snap out of this!"

At this Malzahar slowly turns around slowly, causing Kassadin to recoil in horror, backing up slowly.

His dear brother has no face.

Suddenly his voice comes from nowhere it seems, or everywhere... Perhaps it simply comes from within Kassadin's own mind. His brother's voice echoing in the everything of this strange place.

"Show and tell,
Show and tell.
Falling sky,
Shriveled sea.
Can't you see,
Can't you see?
This is not hyperbole.
Ruptured earth,
Blackened Sun.
You may try to hide or run,
hide or run.
Not matter what, They will come.
They will come,
They will come.
They will come,
When the day is done.
We will fall,
we will fall.
The void will consume us all."

Kassain stares at his faceless brother, then cautiously moves to him ignoring the chill of fear moving up his spine. He pushes past his brother lightly to look at the white caterpillar on an unnaturally large purple and red leaf. He bends in closer, closer, trying to see what his brother may have saw. This is the only other living thing around it seems. To Kassadin, this must be what was causing his bother's torment.

"You... You're doing this to him... What... What are you?"

The caterpillar looks up at Kassadin, a large, multi-toothed grin on it's little face.

"CRunCh, CRunCh goEz tHe mUnCh!
MUnch MUnch GoOeZ the CrUNch!
MuNCh ThE cRunCH! mUnch tHe CrUNch!"

Kassadin had had enough of this creature's nonsense and brought his thumb to it. Crushing it beneath his thumb with a satisfying, if not slightly sickening, -Spliquirk- sound. After a long silence Kassadin looked on his literally de-faced brother... But now he had a face.

The face of the caterpillar. When it opened its mouth a mix of both voices crippled Kassadin's senses.

"Show and tell,
Show and tell.
Falling sky,
Shriveled sea.
Can't you see,
Can't you see?
This is not hyperbole.
"CRunCh, CRunCh goEz tHe mUnCh!
Ruptured earth,
Blackened Sun.
You may try to hide or run,
hide or run.
Not matter what, They will come.
They will come,
They will come.
MUnch MUnch GOeZ ThE CrUNch!
They will come,
When the day is done.
We will fall,
we will fall.
MuNCh ThE cRunCH! mUnch tHE CrUNch!
The void will consume us all."

Kassadin gripped his head, as if this action would stop the madness running into his now bleeding ears. His eyes wept blood as he looked on his non-borther and the vile mind bending horror it had become. The no-borther then seemdd to move toward Kassadin, it's maw dripping with green, acid like spit. It opened up wide, it's forked tongue flailing inside its mouth, the many rows of teeth shining like polished daggers in sunlight.

"MUNCH THE CRUNCH! MUNCH THE CRUNCH!"

As the thing descended on the young man, a ghostly purple blade skewered the open mouth, and tore upwards, splitting it in two. The blade seemed to be projected from a thick metal gauntlet. Kassadin's eyes traveled upward, viewing his savoir as the voices slowly faded into nothingness, his sanity returning. The figure was clad in a suit of dark metal, pipes coming from his face with horns on the top. An octopus with horns was the best way to describe the helmet. It came down into a tight body carapace, ending with a long skirt of sorts. It was truly frightening... In a calming way.

"W-Who are you?"

The figured remained silent. Then quickly pulled the young Kassadin out of the way of a pouncing preying mantis like creature, who was quickly gored on the warrior's ghost blade. With a quick flick of his wrist, the warrior opened a purple vortex.

"Go. Kill your brother. It is for the greater good. He will not look ill when you see him, but the seed will fester. He will kill many people. You must kill him for the greater good of mankind."

Before Kassadin could react, he was forced through the portal. When he opened his eyes he was looking at his younger brother, laying in the gurney looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Kassadin... D-Did you see? I-I tried to show you... Y-You squished it... Y-You stopped it..."

Kassadin looked at his brother, embracing him. Weeping alongside his brother, rubbing his back.

"It's o.k buddy... It's gonna be o.k... I'll stop them all if I have to... I'm just happy to see you're o.k!"

While the brother's embraced nurses looked on in shock. The comatose boy was sitting up, holding his brother.

It was a miracle. A wish come true.