"What have you learned of the Maven, Thresh" Mordekaiser said while sitting on his thrown. Bodies were chained to the chair with spiked collars that dug into their necks if they strayed too far away-the empty shells of once great warrioirs moaning in agony as they drew near to death but never reached it. Some pulled at the Master of Metals feet only to have their hands pierced by the jagged edges of his suit. He reveled in their torment, making sure to make their agony as long as possible before their bodies succumbed to the pain.

Thresh looked at the tormented beings as the fire around his skull grew a haunting green. Being the Warden of Souls, Thresh held back the urge to reap their souls while conveying the information he liberated from the souls in Damacia"

"Sona is a mystery to the nobles I have reaped. Some believe her to be a Damacian noble, while others say she is actually an Ionian without family." Thresh echoed while shaking the lantern. The souls wailed from this action which made Mordekaiser eyes glow in excitement.

"Lord Mordekaiser, why bother with this useless woman, surely your metal hasn't softened for her." Thresh said with a whispered chuckle. He turned, swinging his hook before feeling a hand grip his non-existing neck.

"Do you know what I love most Thresh? " Mordekaiser said, lifting Thresh high in the air by the flames under his chin. Thresh's body shook as he coughed white flames from his mouth. Even as an undead, made mostly of flame, he could 'feel' his neck crushing. Dropping his lantern and hook, his skeletal hands pulled at the iron grip of Mordekaiser. The flames around his skull began to flicker as he coughed violently. Gurgling could be heard from the Warden before his hands grew weaker.

Right before the Warden could fade away into darkness, Mordekaiser released him. Thresh's body fell to the ground (lifelessly), gasping for air that his deadened lungs would never recieve. Looking back at the Master of Metal, Thresh grabbed his lantern and hook and slowly backed away.

"Do not question me again Thresh, or I shall share my love with you again." Mordekaiser said while walking back to his thrown, crushing the bodies of the tormented underfoot. "Find Karthas. Maybe the long departed can be more help than you warden."

"Yes…Lord Mordekaiser." Thresh said, taking the opportunity to leave the Paladin of Pain's sight.

Damacia, the City of Virtue, was enveloped over the news of Sona's display in the Rift. Some of the nobles could hardly believe that mute songstress could survive in the league, let alone….whatever she showed.

"I think I will be wary of her from now on. I always knew there was something off about that muted child." One noble said before being shushed.

"Watch your tongue fool. Lady Vayne and General Garen come this way. If they heard you I guarantee your flapping tongue would be liberated from that mouth of yours."

Vayne; the black suited Night Hunter overheard, but refused to glance at them. The rich who have no concept of war are none of her concern. Only justice. A justice that she felt she may have overlooked.

"Did you see Sona's last match. She was…less than dignified." Vayne said while polishing her crossbow. Each bolt of silver shined as the sunlight hit them. An intricate design on each arrow, only to be tarnished with the blood of the wicked.

"I am aware of her actions. We do not know much about Maven, but she has been a valued member of the Damacia royal families" Garen said in his normal heroic tone, not glancing at Vayne as he too was thinking about the match.

"I wonder about that…" Vayne said and stopped. "No offence Garen, but for such a valued citizen of Damacia, she sure does have many allegiances. It's no surprise that she is Ionian, yet she has no problem fighting for the wicked cause of the Shadow Isles. She is even on friendly terms with that bounty hunter Miss Fortune of Bilgewater and my Intel tells me that even Swain has spoken highly of her music." Vayne looked around a bit before staring into Garen's eyes. Garen awkwardly looked around trying to understand what was going on before Vayne grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into an alley.

"What is the meaning…" Garen Shouted before Vayne put her hand on his mouth.

"Think about it Garen, what doesn't she have her hands in. For all we know she could be a double agent, or triple or even…" Vayne took a deep breath and shook her crossbow. "A quadruple agent. Those are the ones you have to be wary of." Vayne said and looked around, focusing on any movement in the small cracks and the corners of darkness.

Garen let out a laugh and moved Vayne over. "I think your quest for absolute justice has brought you to the crossroads of insanity." He said and began to walk away. Vayne did not follow as she leaned on the wall of the alley.

"I wonder about that."

Sona laid in her bed for what felt like days. Looking over her fingers and her Etwahl. A few strums of her instrument would heal the wounds her fingers yet she refused to play. Every time she touched the Etwahl, her body remembered the surge of pain and the growing adrenaline as though she never left the rift.

"Sona are you alright in there." A voice said from her door. Sona didn't want to answer, but she knew she shouldn't dwell on it much further. Stretching; she began to float out of bed and then levitated to the door.

Hello Lux, what can I do for you.

Is what the mute wanted to say, but all she could do is smile her expected smile.

"Sona you look ragged, how long have you been laid up." Lux said, inviting herself Sona's dorm. Sona let out a sigh and followed as Lux fell onto her sofa and gripped one of the pillows. "I hear you really let loose in your last match. You're not considering moving to the middle lane are you?" Lux said and smiled wide. In the back of her mind she knew Sona was troubled from her absences from the league as well as canceled shows. Sona turned her head slightly, signaling that she didn't want to….talk about it.

"All supports go through this Sona. You're pretty strong; well at least in the magic department." She said and laughed. Lux also wasn't known for her physical strength, but for her ear raking laugh. Sona closed her eyes and smiled trying her best not to strangle the young mage.

"I think what you need is a change Sona. Let's go get you some dresses." Lux said and looked over to Sona's room. Her eyes wide as she saw Sona's Etwahl laying on the floor. She gasped, but then slowly hid it as she grabbed Sona's hand and pulled her out of the room.

The blond light mage couldn't believe Sona would allow the Etwahl to lay across her floor when she usually made someone dance if they were to so much as touch it. Maybe she truly did want to change.

Lux took Sona to many shops around Damacia, one being a heavy metal clothing store. She couldn't help but laugh at Sona as she wore a red wig with a black spiked dress with chains dangling from the ends. Sona gave a horned salute before giving a voiceless laugh with Lux head banging and playing air guitar. Sona decided to keep her new outfit as they moved on to a music shop.

"Do you know how to play other instruments Sona?' Lux said while touching everything in the shop. Sona shook her head no and looked at the various harps and violins.

"I guess we will just have to buy them all." Lux said before pointing and telling the Yordle teller to pack them all up. "Put it on Garen's tab." Lux said in a similar tone to her brother before giggling to herself.

"Alright Sona, I have to get ready for my match, you go have fun with your new instruments, or weapons I guess I don't know." She said with a smile before running off.

Sona wrote down the address to her dorm before departing. While walking through the streets of Damacia she would be bothered by potential suitors all wanting to hear her songs, but today there were only stares and shutters. They were afraid of her, and they had a right to be now that they knew what she was capable of.

She floated her way back to her dorm and saw the instruments scattered around her living room. She picked up a harp and strummed it. She winced at the sharpness of the strings and felt her finger prick. Laying it down she decided to try the violin, but holding the bow made her hand cramp and she quickly dropped it. She looked at her hands as they shook a little. With each instrument she grabbed, pain surged through her hands. The feeling of the Rift began to come over her again as her breathing picked up. Again and again she tried to play the other instruments, but to no avail.

A feeling of helplessness fell over her as she sat on the floor and closed her eyes hard. A voice was slowly echoed in her mind. The more she focused the more it sounded like her mother, but somehow off. It warmed her heart as she slowly began to smile. The darkness of her closed eyes, slowly made a silhouette in her mind. As it slowly made shape, it reached out to her.

"My dear Sona. Is this what…" It managed to say before the silhouette shook, dark slashes cut through it, before it fell to the ground. The warmth in her body rose. She was scared yet at the same time comforted. The same feeling she felt when the incident happened years ago.

She slowly began to open her eyes, only look around in shock. All the instruments completely destroyed around her. As she rose her hand to her mouth she felt a strum under her fingers. She looked down to see the Etwahl in her lap. She wanted to push it away from her. She wanted to run away, but she slowly repositioned her fingers onto the warm strings. Strumming softly as she closed her eyes again.

Im sorry

Is what she wanted to say.

A/N

Sorry this took longer than expected. I am really taking my time with this one so I am sorry if it takes a while for the chapters to come out.