Memories.

The ship slowly drifted across the waters of the Targonian sea.

Sett held the steering wheel straight and gazed at the gigantic mountain that slowly grew larger and larger as they approached the shore. Perhaps he'd find the truth there...perhaps he'd finally find the forbidden truth.

The Beast-Man turned towards the deck of the ship and let his eyes move from one side to the other. Kayn slouched on top of one of the sails. He kept spinning Rhaast in his hands as he also gazed at the mountain.

Akali sat with her legs crossed at the front of the deck and fiddled with Mesfin's kama. On the other side of the front, Ahri lied on top of Lanius's chest. Both of them seemed to be asleep.

Xayah and Rakan sat at the stairs that led to the steering wheel, with Xayah using Rakan's lap as a pilow.

Sett himself sighed and let his mind roam free. A particular one got stuck in his head. Sett was still the Beast-Boy Bastard back then.

Sett was fourteen at the time. His mother was still gloomy, yet she tried her best to hide it, same for young Sett.

Enraged from the constant garbage he was forced to swallow daily, young Settrigh snuck out of the home and made his way to the Noxian pits that his father used to work.

Once he made it, he was overtaken by the bloodshed. The Noxians there demanded more blood, more death. At the end of the round, Sett found the pit's owner and asked him about his father.

"What do you mean that he left?" young Sett asked.

"What you heard kid. Paid his contract and left for the bigger pits..." the owner told him.

Sett was enraged. "Put me in the ring!" he demanded.

And so it began. Sett kicked ass and the gold rained. The Beast-Boy Bastard turned into the Beast-Man Bastard through those years. And one day, he decided that it wasn't enough.

"You want what? Sett?" the owner asked him, almost chuckling.

"You heard me. Shall we discuss it privately?" Sett replied.

"Good joke fella. I'll give you props for that." the owner chuckled again.

Sett didn't say anything else and closed the doors. Once they opened again, he was the new Boss.

Deep inside him he always hoped that his glory would attract his father...to no avail.

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Xayah looked at her elli. Rakan leaned in for a kiss "mwa!"

Xayah responded "mwa!" and a memory popped in het head.

Xayah was on a mission to retrieve an artifact. The village was unusually empty and as the Violet Raven moved closer at the center, she discovered the source. A fellow Lhotlan was on a stage. He sang old vastayan songs and danced. The crowd cheered on for him.

"Rakan! Rakan! Rakan!"

Xayah wasn't fazed by his cheap tricks. Another Mu'takl, even if he was a Lhotlan.

She took the artifact with ease and left the village. On her way home, Rakan met her and tried to play his cheap tricks on her again.

The Violet Raven promptly rejected him. Eventually she took him as a helper to cause disturbances. Then...she finally loved him. And one day...

"Hey Xayah, will you marry me?" he asked one day.

Xayah looked at him straight in the eyes. "No,not today. Not yet."

Rakan looked confused. "Why?"

She smiled and fell into his hug. "Because I want to hear you propose to me again...every day."

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"Rakan! Rakan! Rakan!"

The Charmer saw her stand out. Beautiful as a rose...a violet rose. For him, it would be easy to charm her, as he had charmed many other females, vastayan or human.

A few hours later, he saw her again, so he made his grand entrance and tried to seduce her. Let's say that the Charmer underestimated her. As expected, she rejected.

But Rakan wasn't one that would take "no" easily. He tried yet again, then again and again. At the start, Xayah took him as a partner in crime. Eventually she fell for him and Rakan won again. But this time she was special.

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Kayn spun Rhaast in his arms. "How did we get here?" he asked the scythe.

"I wonder the same." the Darkin responded.

Kayn thought and thought and eventually he remembered.

The tomb was cold and dry, full of sand. Kayn moved down the streets. And finally found it next to a corpse.

As the boy crouched down to grab the mighty weapon, he felt it call him. "Kayn...Shieda...Kayn."

"What...are you?" the boy asked.

"I am a Darkin...a being so powerful that can bring armies to their ends in minutes..." the scythe spoke.

Kayn picked up the weapon and a vision flashed before him. A woman with white hair, a hood and an ice bow searched through some halls.

The boy emerged out of the wall...his appearance was similar to the other Yánléi. The woman then screamed and the vision ended.

"This is my fate..." he said as he admired the weapon in his hands.

"You can have a way better future...what if the Noxians attack again?" the scythe asked.

"What? How do you-" the boy asked, before the scythe showed him another vision.

A Noxian armada was decimated. Kayn recognised a man. It was Commander Darius and another man that looked like the statue of Sion. Darius was on the ground, crawling towards his weapon. A weird demonic being that held Rhaast then emerged from Sion...and charged towards Darius. The vision ended yet again.

"Your future...embrace it..." Rhaast called out.

Kayn suddenly felt powerful. "Whatever happens in the future..."

"...Is up for us to decide." Rhaast ended his sentence.

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"Patience Akali." Shen advised.

"You have a better advice?" Akali rubbed her forehead.

Shen had given her a task. He had 5 seals in front of her and she had to recognise which was fake and which wasn't. If she had guessed correctly, the seal would just dissolve. If not, it would explode on ger face.

Akali failed three out of five. Shen ordered her to try again,but this time to check for any differences.

Akali exhaled and focused. That time, she good right four out of five.

"Very well." Shen placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded in appreciation.

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Ahri's ears move around as she listened to the waves.

She was fill of memories. Foreign and of her own. She tried to recall another memory of her being on a ship. Then one two years ago came forward. Her and Yasuo on the ship, towards Bilgewater.

"Why did you insist on hiring me?" Yasuo asked the vesani.

"You seemed eager to get out of Ionia." she told him.

"It's not like that. It's time for me to follow the wind, follow my path. I just can't stay here anymore. Not until I redeem myself." the Unforgiven muttered as he gazed at the sea.

Ahri smiled and faced Bilgewater. "Everyone has his own reason to keep moving. Some chook to let go of things. Some are chased by their demons. It is up to you to think about what is next."

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"We've arrived." Sett's voice woke the vesani up from her daydreaming. She looked around her, only to notice that the temperature had significantly dropped, along with the fact that the place was filled with snow.

"Behold...Mount Targon." Ahri thought. She then got up and looked at Lanius, who also got up and stared at the giant mountain.

The vesani wondered what he was thinking.

The rest of the rest of the Ionians gathered next to them and also looked at it.

"Now what?" Kayn wondered.

"Now...we scale it." Lanius muttered. The cold wind howled around them.