Arcane League of Littles

In the aftermath of revolution and ruin, Powder finds herself inside the one place she was never meant to survive: safety.

High above the Undercity, the Kiramman estate becomes an uneasy refuge for a girl shaped by explosions, loss, and a name that no longer fits. Vi refuses to let go of her, holding onto the last thread of family she still has. Caitlyn refuses to let the world reduce her to a verdict, stepping between Powder and Piltover's need for simple answers. And Powder... struggles to trust that either of them will still be there when the dust settles.

What begins as reluctant shelter slowly turns into something stranger. Rules replace chaos, but they are spoken softly instead of enforced with fear. Boundaries exist without cruelty. Meals are shared at a table that once felt too large for any of them. Rooms are painted, not as correction, but as permission. Yet even here, in Piltover's polished heights, the past refuses to stay buried. It walks beside Powder in the corners of her mind, wearing familiar faces and speaking in voices that know exactly where to hurt.

As the Council debates what she is, Caitlyn stands between justice and punishment, forcing nuance into a system that prefers conclusions. Vi holds the line with instinct and loyalty, trying to anchor a sister who keeps slipping between Powder and Jinx like tide against stone.

But healing is not linear. It fractures. It loops. It bleeds into the night and sometimes screams when no one expects it to. And when the voices return and memory turns hostile, the fragile balance they've built is pushed against everything they have not yet learned how to name out loud.

This is not a story about redemption arriving cleanly.

It is about three people trying to build something livable out of what was left behind, while the world outside demands someone be blamed for the ashes.