Forbidden

Chapter 18

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Chapter 18:

Karthus didn't know what to do. Somehow, the barrier between the underworld and Valoran had been sealed closed. He had tried the spell to get Nocturne and himself from their world to the mortal's many times, but each time without success. The first time, he had thought he had said something wrong or had the wrong state of mind. But, by the fourth time, he knew something was wrong. And by the twentieth time, he had figured the barrier had been sealed. Nocturne floated back and forth until Karthus slammed his staff and book on the ground in a rage.

"Can't you fix it?" he hissed.

"Nocturne, surely you know that there is only one way in and out of the underworld, and that is through this book," Karthus said and pointed at the book on the ground. "The only spell is in that book, and the only person who knows it is standing in front of you, you old nightmare walker! Why do you think I'm so frazzled?"

Nocturne shook his head, his eyes piercing into Karthus' bony face. "Fix it, Karthus."

Karthus slammed his foot down in anger. "I can't, old boy! There is no counter spell!"

"Well why don't you find one? Use your head," Nocturne growled and swirled. Darkness fell as the sound emitted from his lips coolly and blew over the ground the two stood upon.

Karthus grabbed his book, opened to the page of the spell, and mumbled it under his breath. The sky, however, did not open, and they weren't transported out of their world. He shot a glare to Nocturne and flipped through the pages, looking for counter spells and actions, even though he knew the book inside and out. Nocturne floated back and forth, not offering any help.

"The most you could do is help me!" barked Karthus.

"I haunt people's dreams, not do magic," Nocturne snarled as Karthus flipped through spells and actions, even though he knew the book inside and out. Nocturne floated back and forth, not offering any help.

"So, why don't you see how our friends are doing by checking into their dreams?" Karthus yelled, now losing his patience. He began skimming the passages of the book desperately.

Nocturne whispered darkness, and as commanded, it fell. He closed his eyes and forced his mind out of their sanctuary. His eyes were opened to what Garen was seeing: a woman in front of him clad in leather pants, a red shirt, and a pirate hat.

Katarina's red hair whipped around her back as she stood at the bow of the Dead Pool. Garen couldn't help but smile at the way she was dressed. Gangplank had provided her with a red shirt that she tied around her chest, brown leather leggings, black boots with golden embroidery, and a black pirate hat that matched the boots. She looked like a real pirate – or assassin.

"How do you like sailing?" he asked her.

"I've never minded sailing. It's always been the pirates," she replied over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes struck him as she leaned her chin on her shoulder. Garen came to join her at her side, looking out into the crystal blue water.

"You don't like pirates?" Garen chuckled. He pushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes.

"Yes, and I didn't take you to be someone who associated with them," she muttered. "How do you even know Gangplank? The last I knew, Demacia and Bildgewater weren't allies."