To be honest, when I started writing this story, I just wanted TF and Evelynn to be friends (cause I thought that'd be cool!), and then I wrote chapter 2 on, and the whole "the Evelynn he met in Zaun!" thing, and I decided I wanted them to have become kind of like brother and sister. That's two reasons combined into one as to why I'm not shipping them in this fic (I don't ship them outside of it either, but if someone would like to see a fic about them having a romantic relationship, I don't mind! ^.^ It'll just be completely separate from DTT and its plotline). Also, if anyone is wondering "well, if Evelynn is (or was) human, and they first met in Zaun, then why do people think she's from the Shadow Isles, and why does she fight for them?", I actually have something figured out for that! The whole "she's connected to the Isles" thing can easily be attributed to her appearance and abilities. As for her allegiance with the Isles… I started this story long before they started doing all the lore revisions and skin reworks. Like, Gnar was the newest champion when I kind of stopped working on this story (and actually kind of forgot about it… (for almost a year, I believe! ^.^||)), and Azir was on his way out (I believe). I honestly don't know if they showed the Champs' official affiliations at that time, as I wasn't actually using the League of Legends website for the lore, instead I was using an app and the wiki, so I looked recently to see if Evelynn was listed as "Independent" and saw that she was actually aligned with the Shadow Isles. But I have something figured out to fix this discrepancy! I can't tell you, though! It's a secret! T 3

Also, last chapter was kinda long, and so is this one! I hope you're not all mad at me for the suddenly long chapters! OuO;

CHAPTER: Motion Blur

SUMMARY: Twisted Fate must face the consequences. Meanwhile, Evelynn's day is just not going well.

CHARACTERS: Twisted Fate, Evelynn, Ryze (mentioned), Ezreal (mentioned), Lux, Warwick

WARNINGS: Graphic violence

"And to think, she'd been doing so well…"

"Sir?"

"The moment they're all warped back, arrest her."

"Sir…"

"What?!"

"B-behind you, s-sir…"

"The hell…?"

Twisted Fate shot up in bed. He gasped in a breath before quickly letting it out to get in another. He gripped at his heart; his whole chest felt like it was convulsing with his rapid breathing and pounding heart. He felt faint, could feel his heart fastidiously pumping blood to his brain.

"Ah! Sir!"

A cool pair of hands caught him as he began to fall back, easing him down onto the mattress.

"Are you alright, sir?" A hand pressed to his forehead. "You're running a fever and need to rest."

"Don't call me that!" Fate growled, swatting the hand away.

Chamira sat back in their seat.

"Alright, then. What would you like me to call you, instead?"

"Fate. Just call me Fate." he grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes.

Why was it so godsdamn bright?!

"Mr. Fate… Are you alright?" Chamira asked, leaning over the prone man.

"Could you remove some of the light in here?"

"Ah, but… I already closed and covered the shutters, and the only lamp is set low and in the far corner…"

"W-what?"

"Hmm…"

Twisted slowly removed his arm from his eyes when the room had gone silent for what felt like several long minutes. The glow was still there, but it was dimmer. Relieved-and a little bold-he completely removed his arm. He lay there with his eyes closed, letting them adjust, before he slowly opened them.

A golden glow came from his right. He gently tilted his head to look. Into view came a humanoid silhouette. It had a long neck-twice the length of a normal human's. Elongated limbs made for the being's small, emaciated torso. Despite being abnormally thin, the creature's bald head was proportionally average.

The thing moved closer, a hand reaching to Fate's brow and brushing away clinging hair. It's long, cool fingers trailed down his cheek before moving back up, falling into a rhythm of sweeping his hair back and away from his face.

He studied the being's face as it leaned over him, preening him almost lovingly. It had a rather androgynous facial structure, but what really got him were its eyes. Iris- and pupil-less, they were lighter than the surrounding golden complexion. They were a pale yellow like the sun, and glowed like sun rays piercing through dark clouds

"Is that better?" it asked him.

"Y-yeah…" he sat up slowly, looking them over.

"I didn't think you'd be so sensitive; it's a rather uncommon phenomenon."

"What?" Now he was lost.

"It's been given many names, but it is most often called 'Light of the Healer'." They explained. "Sometimes a patient can see the healer's magic, and perceive it as light."

Twisted Fate simply nodded, pulling his gaze from the being's mouth, which glowed like its eyes.

If they already had an explanation for his behavior, he wasn't going to correct them. Though, he had a strong feeling that what allowed him to see Evelynn's human face and this creature's magic was giving the healer their current appearance.

Maybe he was seeing the very essence of their magical being?

He'd have to talk to Evelynn about this.

She might know something, or at least have an idea, with all of her reading, Twisted thought to himself, pinching and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

He spontaneously remembered his strange dream. The shadowy man had been talking about Evelynn.

He hoped she was okay.

Evelynn arrived in the summoning chamber after Ryze, Ezreal materializing before her just a moment later.

"Wasn't that a magnificent match?!"

Evelynn jumped at the close proximity of the voice, and the sudden hand on her right shoulder.

"Oh, sorry!"

Evelynn turned to see Lux standing behind her, eyes wide in apology.

"Eh, it's fine." Evelynn dismissed.

"Say…"

Evelynn snuck a glance at the light mage to find her looking around the chamber.

"What?"

"Where's that manatee?"

Evelynn's body went cold.

"He was such a great fighter! I wanted to tell him-"

"Don't." Evelynn hissed, causing Lux to remove her hand and step back.

"Wha-"

"Don't. Mention. Him." Evelynn growled.

Her body shook, hands clenched violently at her sides.

"Evelynn, what…"

Evelynn glanced up the moment she heard the telltale crackle and fizz of someone teleporting into the room.

"YOU!" she screeched, lunging at the recently arrived lycan.

Warwick chortled, sidestepping slightly. As soon as Evelynn's was within arm's reach, he caught her in his claws, twisting his body and slamming her to the floor.

Evelynn became light-headed and dizzy at the wind being knocked from her. She could've sworn she heard Lux cry her name, but it was hard to tell with the ringing in her ears and the frantic chatter in the chamber.

"Let's see who the better hunter is, shall we?" Warwick chuckled darkly before licking a stripe along Evelynn's clavicle and up her neck.

Evelynn groaned in disgust.

"Besides, you have no proof against me," he added as a low whisper in her ear.

Evelynn's eyes shot wide open, adrenaline pounding through her veins. Dissolving herself partially into the shadows, she braced her back against the floor and kicked with all of her might. She popped herself out of the shadows the moment her boots made contact with Warwick's abdomen, sending the anthropomorph flying.

Fueled by adrenaline and magic energy, Evelynn scrambled to her feet, launching herself once more at Warwick.

"Evelynn, look out!"

The voice was muffled and dual, but was enough to get Evelynn's attention. She turned her head, seeing a loop of pure, crackling magic energy coming straight for her.

Evelynn was violently torn backwards. Armored feet swarmed her vision before they began kicking at her, the overwhelming pain-the magic leash a crisp and sharp pain, the iron sabatons a dull and aching pain-knocking her unconscious.

Okay, I know I said the person who owed Chamira a favor would be in this chapter, but this felt like a good place to leave off. They will be in the next chapter for sure, though!