"ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪsʜ ᴇʟsᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ." After a heart-racing encounter with Ahri while on a mission, Teemo has trouble trusting her. He quickly learns, however, about a dark turn in events for The Institute of War. When they arrive at The Institute, things get a little chaotic. Familiar faces appear and all Teemo can do is fight. Not to mention rumors of The Omega Squad creeping around... (A post-apocalyptic Runeterra future where The Institute of War, and The Fields of Justice, still exist.) (EXCUSE MY GRAMMAR MISTAKES) (Any images used are not mine. I only edit the images.)

Her lip quivered in the dark as she stared at the ceiling, admiring the cherubs with arrows. "We fight tomorrow. You know this right? "I do," he shifted himself in the bed to face her, the satin sheets running smoothly across his rugged skin. "And I may lose you." "Don't." "Katarina, if I lose you," his voice began trembling at the thought. "I lose myself."

Two warriors, hiding from their battles. Lost and unwilling to be found. Perhaps all they can do is to let the wind consume their broken souls; or let fate mend their shattered hearts piece by piece. Until then, when the stars cross their path, when their two worlds collide, nothing will ever be the same. A/N: This is my first attempt at a LoL fanfiction. Contains extreme cringe and burushitto! Feel free to leave constructive comments. This is based off the multi-player online battle arena game, League of Legends. No copyright infringement intended; all rights go to Riot Games.

Teemo, whistle on the battlefield of Bandle City fighting assassins, encounters something strange. A shadow cast upon an unknown figure, a figure limping ever so slowly. The yordle approaches the figure, blowgun ready to strike, before the figure pleads out, "D-don't..I just need a friend.." The figure exposes themselves, standing as though they are attached to the blessing of light. Their tears cleary visible to Teemo. They were covered in raggidy bandages, some slighting torn. He was a little mummy. Hesitantly, Teemo backs away slowly, drawing back his blowgun "Who...are you?" The explosives of the battlefield sound off to the responce of, "I don't even k-know my name..I don't know anything about me, other than I'm undead." The yordle stands there completely stiff, shock filling his veins. Teemo is torn between his morality and his need for companionship. Will he slay the mummy? Or put him to rest by being his companion?