Hurray, I'm back. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.


Shyvana flicked her eyes open to see herself in a hospital room alongside with a nurse. She raised a brow as her head ached. The nurse looked at Shyvana and smiled and then gazed back to the report in her hands.

"Hello," The nurse greeted. "How are you doing?"

Shyvana looked at her body, she was in white pajamas, her hair was released from her braid and she was lying on a double-sized bed. She blinked at the nurse and shrugged. "My head hurts and how did I get here?"

The nurse looked up from the sheet of paper and placed it down on the counter. "Well, your highness, some members of the Elite Guard took you here. They said something about… you fainting and having massive cramps?"

Shyvana nodded. "Oh yes," then she remember her most important worry. "M-My children-"

The nurse paused. "I beg your pardon?"

"I had massive cramping before I got here," The Half-Dragon explained. "And I'm worried that my children are in danger and-"

"I'm still reading about your report," The Nurse interrupted. "You were just under the weather, take a long rest when you get home and remember to drink a lot of milk." She nodded in approval. "Milk is very important." She added.

Shyvana glanced at her nurse with confusion. "Alright… so about my children, are they okay or not?"

The nurse smiled slightly, "They're completely fine," She explained. "You just fainted; you'll be fine in a few hours and remember your monthly check-ups. They should be due in about four months-ish."

Shyvana's face softened. "Thank you," She rubbed her expanded stomach.

"I should leave you and rest," The medical assistant commented, picking up her clipboard and Shyvana's report as she left the room. "If your condition is stable like this, you can leave as soon the doctor comes to see you in a few hours." She opened the door with a squeaky creak, and then closing it with a soft slam.

The Half-Dragon's face fell afterwards, reminding of the small conversation Fiora had with her before her vision dimmed. Was it true? Did Jarvan take the liberty of cheating on her with another Demacian woman? And mostly importantly, does Jarvan not love her anymore? She groaned in annoyance and dug her finger nails into the mattress so hard that she can almost feel her nails snapping in half. Shyvana knew that the majority of times she had encountered with Fiora, the Duelist will often lie between her teeth or cause as such chaotic drama as possible; however, this time Shyvana has this gut feeling (possibly a woman's intuition) that Fiora Laurent wasn't lying.

"Ask Quinn and Vayne. T'ey saw vat 'appened, every single moment of it."

Fiora's annoying accent raced through Shyvana's mind. There was a slim chance of Fiora telling the truth; however Shyvana wasn't going to let this problem just slip. She wanted to know what the truth and with a nod, she vowed herself to solve this premature case.


Quinn sighed in annoyance as she stepped out in the Summoning Platform.

"Even in an emergency meeting in Kalamanda, they have to summon me," Quinn mumbled as Valor swooped down and landed perfectly on her arm. "I really need a vacation." She added to Valor. The Demacian Eagle shrieked with only the Scout laughing. "Oh Val, you totally get me." Now, to get back to Kalamanda... The Scout thought to herself, trying to find her summoner so he could teleport her back to Kalamanda. Luckily, Jericho was summoned into the League for the next three days, so things won't be that chaotic now.

The Demacian Eagle gave a sudden cry and swooped up to the ceiling. Quinn groaned in annoyance. "Val," She cried out. "Can you for once stop being a show-off and come down here?"

The Eagle ignored his partner and flew toward the opposite direction. The scout sometimes just wants to rip Valor's feathers off, roast him alive and stuff herself with Eagle meat. Yes, she thought of it once. Quinn quickly shook her thoughts off and went off the find her missing partner (who was probably showing off again).


"Val, where are you?" Quinn cried through the semi-full hallways. She glanced at the summoners and asked them if they have seen Valor.

The summoners (and sometimes champions) shook their head and went back to their regular lives. The Scout was in fury.

"When I get my hands on that bird, I'm going to-"

"I know where your friend went." Someone interjected behind her.

Quinn quickly spun around to see the person who had seen Valor. She paused, it was Draven. She quickly spun around as her stomach wanted to her hurl her lunch out.

(Note: Welcome to the League of Draven. Dear Gordoth, you wanted some Draven, you're getting some Draven. You're welcome.)

The Scout forced herself to turn around and grinned, not smiled, grinned. "Hello Draven-"

"Not Draven," The Noxian interjected once more. "Draaaaven-"

"Haven't I gotten enough of Draven for a day or a lifetime?" Quinn asked.

"C'mon babe," Draven muttered. "You know you, or possibly everyone, want me."

Quinn hastily covered her mouth to endure her vomit, after a moment of hesitation she regained herself. "That sounded slightly sexual and rather disgusting, yes… that was really disgusting."

Draven frowned. "Oh well, I guess you don't want to know where your pet is."

"Where's Valor?" She demanded, stepping a small step towards him.

The Executioner chuckled as he brushed back his hair, his axe put back onto his belt. "Well, I did see him roaming around in the Noxian corridor-"

"That bird ditches me for a six-eyed raven," Quinn interjected, groaning as she departed for the Noxian Corridor of the League. "Thanks Draven."

"It's not Draven, Draaaaven." He called out as he sighed, nobody gets that right.


The Scout gulped as she took her first small, yet awfully loud, step in the Noxian Corridor, bracing herself for the Noxian champions she might encounter. She already encountered Draven, which was bad enough. But the one she fears to encounter was Darius, the older Blood Brother. Whenever Quinn sees him, she would rewind the memories of them on Summoner's Rift, where Darius would dunk her again and again until her team finally surrenders. Quinn shivered at her thoughts, right now, Valor was her main objective. She needed to find him before he causes any more ruckuses.

The empty ebony hallway made the Scout shivers as she wrapped herself in her traditional Demacian armour and continued the search. She glanced at the rooms with plaques on them with the Noxian champions' names listed in alphabetical order. She recognized the majority of them, Cassiopeia, Darius, Draven, Katarina, LeBlanc, Morgana, and Sion-

She stopped at Swain's room, for the lights were on. She gazed at herself with confusion as uproar poured into the hallway from the Grand General's room.

"Thank you for coming," Swain's voice pierced through Quinn's ear. "I do hope my proposal will satisfy you."

Quinn stopped what she was doing, forgetting about Valor and listened in.

Darius's voice was loud, "Make it quick, I have a match to attend."

"I would like you to form an alliance with me."

What? Quinn thought. Why does Swain want Darius to form an alliance with him? Katarina would have been a better selection.

"Hmph, perhaps," The Hand of Noxus muttered. "My question is why? It's not every day the General of Noxus would come up to a commoner and ask to form an alliance."

The Grand General chuckled. "Because, I want to destroy Demacia and the prince himself… How much I despise him. And I want control over Kalamanda."

"Weren't you the one who created the chaos in the Kalamanda mine?"

Swain chuckled. "I didn't, but you can say I'm related to it."

There was silence until Darius's voice broke the silence. "Alright, however I have one proposal…"

Silence, Quinn looked confused.

"There's someone outside." Swain muttered in annoyance, walking toward the door. Quinn gasped silently and tried to make a run for it, but the hallways are empty and straight as a line, she can't get away.

A pair of hands suddenly covered her mouth and waist as she was dragged into the next room quickly before Swain can open his door. Quinn fell onto the floor afterwards as the hands released her. The room was dark, only to be lighted with a candle. She looked up and sighed. Talon's rugged face shuns under the luminous candle as shook his head.

"Tal-"

The Noxian quickly covered her mouth with his slender finger, which unsurprisingly sort of turned Quinn on. The Scout fidgeted uncomfortable under his digit as they listened to Swain's voice outside in the hallway.

"What is it Swain?" Darius's voice asked. "Is there someone?"

"I thought there was," Jericho muttered. "Must be my mistake, now shall we continue?"

The door slammed as Quinn exhaled. She then noticed Talon was sitting on her stomach. Making Quinn's face flushing the brightest cherry red as Talon pinned down her wrist to the floor.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered in frustration. Quinn looked away.

"I was looking for Valor," Quinn answered.

"You almost got caught by Swain," Talon interrupted. "Do you know what will happen to you if he gets his hands on you?"

The Scout's face hardened. "I was almost caught," She commented. "And I don't need your help." She lied afterwards.

Talon tsk-ed as he pinned her down harder. "If I didn't take the liberty of shoving you into my room, you'll probably be dead by now."

"I was just looking for my bird," Quinn spat, wriggling under Talon's weight. With an intake of air, Quinn pushed Talon off her body, Talon falling onto the ground afterwards. She face then softens. "H-Have you seen him?"

Talon raised a brow. "I thought Valor was a girl-" He paused as the puzzle pieces came together. "-No wonder he's always around Swain's raven…" He added.

The Scout sighed. "I knew it, I knew it. Val is ditching me for another female. This is great, I'm stuck in the Noxian Corridor and I can't find my best friend."

"Hey-"

"And I was hoping that he would be the ring bearer for my future wedding," Quinn continued on.

Talon sighed. "Quinn."

The Scout paused and stared. He never said Quinn's name before, well not in front of her anyways. "Yes?"

The Noxian walked toward his closet and opened it. Quinn gasped as Valor swooped out and landed on Talon's arm.

"He's been a good boy," Talon muttered, handing him back to Quinn who nuzzled against Val's feathery neck. "He's actually better than I imagined."

"How… Where-"

"I found him in Swain's room," Talon interjected. "Apparently, the door was open and he was having this moment with Beatrice. Luckily, Swain wasn't in his room so I took him here and hid him in my closet when you were about to get captured by Swain. It was funny."

Quinn raised a brow. "What was funny?"

Talon scratched his head. "Nothing…"

She turned to Valor and sighed. "Don't scare me that again, alright? You own Talon an apology."

Val twitched his head at Talon; he didn't make a sound as he landed on the cabinet.

The Assassin shrugged. "Just don't get into another chaotic mess like this one, alright?"

Quinn chuckled. "Valor won't-"

"Not him, you," Talon interjected. "I can't always protect you."

The Scout started flushing. "I-I'm leaving," She stammered walking toward the door. She then stopped and turned to him, quickly walking back to him. She sighed. "Thank you." She placed her thin, yet plump lips on Talon's dry and chapped lips, a small peck.

The Assassin sighed afterwards. "Um, hey-"

"Yes?" The Scout looked confused.

"Don't do anything reckless." Talon's voice was stern.

Quinn chuckled. "What do you mean?" She seemed clueless.

Talon's eyes narrowed. "You know what I mean. I told you, I can't protect you forever."

The Scout sighed as she gave in. "I'll be fine; I know what I'm doing. I'm doing this for Demacia."

"You're willing to die for the sake of a city-state?" He asked, raising a brow.

"I vowed myself to Demacia when I wanted to achieve my dream of Knighthood," Quinn explained. "Wouldn't you?"

"You're young, you have a whole life in front of you," Talon muttered, ignoring her question. "And what will Valor do if you actually screw up?"

Quinn frowned. "I'll be fine," She repeated. "I just need to buy enough time for Valor to leave."

"This is why I hate Demacia so much," Talon spat. "You're willing to throw your live away for the king, a person that you probably will never meet."

The Scout narrowed. "I can't believe you would say that! I'm Demacian and I dedicated my life for the city-state I love. And yes, it's true; I'll throw my life away for a person. I would even switch place with my brother."

The hooded-man sighed in annoyance. "I can't believe this," He muttered under his breath. "You're so stupid sometimes."

Quinn's jaw dropped. "Alright then, do you want to break up?"

"Gah- fine, alright. Let's not talk about this again," Talon answered. "You nag too much anyways-"

"I hope you'll find a better woman than me," The Scout interrupted as the Assassin grabbed on hold to her wrist, squeezing it as it began to hurt Quinn. She glared at him and sighed. "I would throw my life away for you…"

She pulled away as Valor flew with her as she makes her hasty escape.


Shauna stared at the grocery bag and groaned as she shoved her Demacia bills toward the cashier and left the market place. She didn't want to shop, in fact, she hated shopping unlike most women who would just waste sixteen hours of their lives a day to wander around and find anything new and affordable. But she couldn't bear to tell a lie, yes, the Hunter is starting to have a heart instead.

"Is it the Crimson Reaper?" Shyvana's voice suddenly uproar and echoing through her mind. It made her stop and think for a moment. She wasn't the one to overreact and cause the drama. But the tension was killing her, she can't take it anymore. She remembered the ranked match she's attending tomorrow and apparently Vladimir will be on the opposite team. Just what I need, Vayne thought. Seeing him after avoiding him for the past six months… Oh well, at least I can shoot him to death. She nodded in agreement and shook the thoughts out of her head, and besides today isn't the time to think, she has a job to do.

"So have you heard? The prince's wife is in the hospital." A woman's voice interrupted Vayne's thoughts.

Another woman gasped. "Is she alright? What happened?"

"Rumours said she had a miscarriage-"

Vayne rushed to the hospital before the woman finished her comment.


Quinn jumped down from the ledge, sighing in relief. She stared at the Noxian Corridor entrance about fifty meters away and smirked. She couldn't believe she gotten so much information and made it out alive, she stared at her bird and frowned.

"You get a time out afterwards, Val." She muttered toward the Demacian Eagle who was staring back at her with emotionless eyes. She groaned as she took some paper and pen out of her pocket, starting scribbling on it. Valor soar in the air as Quinn continued her long note; she stared at Valor and signaled him to come back down. The Eagle flew back down as Quinn grabbed a string and tied the piece of paper around Valor's leg. "Just in case…" She looked at Valor and smiled as she walked toward the Summoner who delivered her here from Kalamanda.

"Hello Quinn," The Summoner said, smiling. "Are you ready to go back to Kalamanda?"

"About that," She muttered. "It only can transport only one living being one at a time right?"

The Summoner nodded. "That is correct, it also has a cooldown."

"Do you mind taking Valor back to Kalamanda first?"

"But, wouldn't you be first? The Champion comes first-"

"It's my choice though," Quinn interjected. "Just take Valor back to Kalamanda."

Valor looked at Quinn with his eyes as his best friend smiled back. "Don't worry Valor, I'll come back. I promise." She ran off without another word. The Summoner glanced in confusion as he began his summoner spell.

Quinn stared at the summoning beginning to occur; she smiled at the bird one last time as she bumped into someone. It was Darius who gave her a frown.

"Hello Darius," She greeted. "What can I do for you today?"

The Hand of Noxus frowned. "I need to ask you something."

Quinn nodded. "Oh sure-"

"In the courtyard," Darius interjected. "Now…"

"Of course," The Scout nodded in agreement. "I have all day." She glanced at Valor once more as his teleportation was completed.

It's up to you now, Val. She followed Darius to the courtyard.


Darius stopped as he came to the center of the courtyard, glancing at the champions walking by. Quinn stopped a few feet away from him.

"Well, what is your question?" Quinn asked as she acted slightly confused.

"Were you in the Noxian Corridor today?"

Quinn shook her head, innocent as Annie. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Apparently, you lost your bird," Darius implied. "Draven told me that you were heading toward the Noxian Corridor and I know you're having an affair with the Blade's Shadow."

Her eyes narrowed as Darius reminded her of her formal love. She quickly shook it off before she continued to lie through her teeth. "Of course I was scared when Valor disappeared. But I realized he was with Annie and Tibbers. And I was actually going toward the Freljord Corridor," She explained, lying through her teeth. "I was asking Ashe some questions."

"What questions?"

Quinn narrowed her eyes as she raised a brow. "Are you really interested in monthly menstruation? Because I can tell you a lot things about it."

Darius backed off. "No. But I-"

"Are you done with your questions," Quinn interjected. "I really need to go back to the Freljord Corridor to continue my conversation with Ashe. It was very interesting, she was about to go into-"

"I don't want to go into this," Darius interrupted, walking away. "I'll be going-" He lowered his voice. "-I don't be reported as a pervert…"

Quinn smiled. "Bye Bye!" She waved toward the Hand of Noxus farewell.

"I'll continue this with you later." His voice pierced through her eardrums, he was holding his axe in a strange way.

She laughed as she prepared herself to the worst.