I've finally done it! Woop woop! Took me a while to write this one. Some stuff just didn't seem right, and I feel like I could do better, but I dunno. Maybe it's fine. Let me know if anything is weird or confusing, and I'll try my best to address the issue.

Anyways, here it is!

CHAPTER: Decimated Dreams

SUMMARY: The Nexus doesn't always work like it's supposed to.

CHARACTERS: TF, Evelynn, another OC, Ezreal, Ryze, Ashe, Warwick, and Lux

GUEST STARRING: Urf!

WARNINGS: Major character death, violence

Evelynn dabbed worriedly at Fate's forehead. The poor man had looked at her after his fever hallucinations had seemed to stop afflicting him, but one look at her had seemed to send him into shock, and he'd promptly fainted.

Was it another hallucination that had afflicted him, and had caused him to not recognize her? Or had he, in a moment of lapsed memory, forgotten that she'd been changed since the last time they saw each other, and her now semi-demonic appearance had been what sent him into shock?

She'd have to ask him when he awoke; but right now, she had a private match to attend. She didn't want to leave Fate alone, but she'd already promised to make herself available...

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, she left, letting her body dissolve into the shadows.

Chamira groaned as they reached into the filing cabinet behind them. They hated office work, but as the head healer at the Institute of War, they weren't needed that often.

Most cases could be handled by their underlings; but, oh, did they miss working out in the field.

Clink!

Chamira spun around to the window, but no one was there. They stood and looked both ways out of the window, finding nobody. They looked down at the extended sill. There lay a bag full of gold coins, and a small note.

Carefully setting the purse aside, they picked up the note and examined it. Oh no. Even if their underlings weren't all out at the moment, this would still be a case they'd have to handle themselves.

Time to call in that favor.

Evelynn was warped onto the Summoner Platform of Summoner's Rift. A strong gust of wind blew in from the northwest, carrying with it the Freljord's chill. She shivered slightly. A quick dip into the shadows, and... Ah, much better. She no longer felt cold, her connection to the shadows magically acclimating her to the environment.

She looked around her at the other Champions that had been summoned. Ryze stood before her and to the right, Ashe standing between them. To her immediate left stood Ezreal. The final Champion she didn't recognize.

Was that... A manatee?! It sure enough was, and it wore a small, white bib emblazoned with the image of a lobster, and wielded a spatula in a large, gray flipper. It looked out over the Field, a determined look in its large, brown eyes.

Oh god, the poor thing was going to die.

"Oh, hello!" It had noticed her staring, and was now waving at her while speaking in its deep, blubbery voice. "My name is Urf. What is yours, good lady?"

"Evelynn..." She replied slowly, not entirely sure how to feel about the situation.

Urf perked up, as if hearing something no one else could hear.

"My summoner has called for me to jungle! I will see you again, good lady! May Poseidon favor us this glorious day!"

With that, he purchased some beginning items and set off.

Evelynn watched as his large, gray tail disappeared down the middle lane.

A voice spoke inside her head. She was going mid this match. Perfect. She could keep an eye on the gentle creature from there.

Hunter's Talisman, couple health potions, Warding Totem... Equipped, she took off down mid lane.

"Hello, good lady! I am here to help you!"

God, the sea mammal meant well, but he wasn't helping. His call had distracted her, and she was swiftly taken down by Warwick and Luxanna, the light mage dealing the final blow.

Evelynn hadn't been slain since she'd first joined, and the experience was nothing to get excited about. While slain, you were dead, but you were still aware. Your body felt like lead. You could still move your eyes and watch as allies were slain, unable to do anything to help. But while you were trapped within your own body, you were also outside of it. It was like your spirit was trying to leave, but the magic of the nexus kept it within an earthly purgatory. If it weren't for efficient revival by the nexus, it would be more of an experience to see a shrink about.

She watched in abject horror as Urf was surrounded by Warwick, Lux, and a plethora of minions. There was no way he'd make it out of this skirmish alive. He'd be brutally-

Lux fell, revealing a battle-hardened manatee. It was as if Urf had been possessed by some great warrior spirit. He sliced out with his spatula, slaying several of the crimson minions about him, and heavily wounding the rest. Just in time, a small wave of blue rolled in, azure minions taking down their red counterparts. The manatee was left to focus on the werewolf.

Urf flew up into the air, body doing a forward flip before stretching out, displaying the majesty and grace that was the sea cow. The ground shook as he body slammed into Warwick, the shaggy beast knocked onto his back.

The anthromorph growled before scrambling to his feet. A glint in his eyes was a tell-tale sign that his ultimate was about to be activated. Oh god, Evelynn wanted to call out, but she couldn't. She couldn't, and she was going to see him-

A large splash of water came out of the sky, striking Warwick. When the beast was finally able to move, he turned tail and ran for his turret. Urf smirked, tossing his spatula into the air. It shimmered, and in his flipper, he caught a large, silvery fish. Urf sped after the wolf, striking him a few times before stopping and returning to Evelynn's side.

Evelynn was pulled into darkness before respawning on the Summoner Platform. She felt at her cheeks. They were wet with tears she hadn't been aware she was crying.

"An enemy has been slain!"

The announcer's ethereal voice rang in her head. She jumped when an ally teleported next to her.

"Forgive me, good lady, for I am the reason you were slain."

Evelynn turned to look at Urf.

"I forgive you. You were just trying to help, after all."

"Yes. Don't worry, good lady! It will not happen again!"

Evelynn giggled. The manatee was just so jovial.

"I believe you."

She studied the hardy mammal a moment before smirking. "Let's get back out there and show 'em what we've got, shall we?"

With that, she took off down the steps toward mid lane, the porpoise following close behind.

"I am right behind you, good lady! "

It's been a good match so far. They only lost one turret, and the enemy team was down by four. Evelynn was steadily working away on the fifth when she suddenly realized something.

Her body grew cold.

There were no champions coming to stop her.

There was a sudden gush of wind as something large passed her by. She turned in time to see a flash of blue as it disappeared into the jungle.

At the river.

Where Urf was patrolling.

Evelynn broke away from the turret, cursing as she was slowed by having to climb over her own minions.

As soon as she was free, she activated her Dark Frenzy, ignoring her Summoner. She felt a sudden burst of magic flow through her veins, pumping her legs as she sped down the lane towards the river.

"Urf?!" she called out, panicked.

She was too late. He was gone, a trail of blood leading from the reddened waters into the tree line. Just as she looked at the foliage, something gray disappeared into it.

"Urf…?" she asked cautiously.

A pair of bright red eyes glowed from the dark in response.

Evelynn snarled before letting out a long hiss.

"I'll get you for this!" she shrieked, voice cracking.

Evelynn was about to dash into the trees when her Summoner regained control.

Evelynn's entire body jerked as if being pulled backwards by an invisible leash. She hissed and thrashed, trying to break free once more of her Summoner's control. She didn't have time to destroy a stupid turret! She needed to avenge!

Phew!

I would like to note that Chamira is literally genderless, as they choose to be, like, 99% of the time. They're based loosely off of the Face Dancers from Frank Herbert's Dune books.

They will also be in the next chapter, along with the person they had to ask for a favor.