Draven lets out a small laugh.

Yes, I`ll admit that killing is something you have to be raised upon and within the confines of Noxus, it is a perfect breeding ground for natural-born killers. But it also showcases the basic rule of life: survival of the fittest...

Draven`s expression turns serious as he recalls his past.

My brother and I had to fend, fight, steal, kill, hunt and survive on our own for the longest time. When we finally became of age we jumped on the chance to be in the military. For street orphans like us, it was the best way to finally get a meal, a bed and...a career.

Draven lets out another laugh.

Overtime I finally got to see what life was like beyond the streets which allowed me to appreciate the finer things.

Draven smiles. In fact its because of that view that I decided to strive higher.

"Art... is drawing patterns from chaos. There are no limits to the extent of that definition."

Zilean apparently appeared to state that, but he continued.

"Dearest Sona, your sound is unparalleled in all my years. Are there any times in your past that you recall the fondest?"

((lesson...? What are you speaking of...? This is the most interesting thing yet...
Do you not agree...?))

I see... There are always things beyond our cage that we put ourselves in, and there are many other things beyond those as well... I feel happy for you, Draven, that you are able to open your mind and look at things in ways other than flesh and blood... The melodies of Sona's Etwhal and Draven's guitar was matching together, their notes dancing along each other, which in ways contradicted to the seriousness of the conversation. Never the less, Sona continued, still remembering the reason that Draven have came. To soothe his soul...

Ahh, Zilean... It's nice to see you again... The fondest, you say...? Well, there are many moments in history which me and my Etwhal share, playing in many concerts, as well as sharing my melodies with friends... Though perhaps the ones which I cherish the most is when I play with Morde... We played together since the beginning of our band...

Sona sighed, then looks back at Zilean. How... Or do you already know what my question is...? Sona smiled, before continuing.

How have you been...?

Draven closed his eyes and allowed his hands to gently strum his bass in tune with Sona`s playing as he began to relax once more.

I am curious though, what drove you to learn how to control your instrument to the point of being able to slice objects with it?

Rothus sighs and looks at his shoes. He looks back up with tears in his eyes. "Th-thank you... You have been so kind. If I survive I will bring something for you. But for now..." He wipes his eyes, and waves goodbye to the women. Realizing what is happening, Janetti jumps at Rothus, but he has already disappeared. She lies crumpled on the floor in a heap of tears.

sona who is your first kiss?

Sona looked at her instrument, remembering the past times with it... Well... It came naturally... My Etwhal was always with me... There has never been times which I remember it left me... Except once... Though that wasn't real...

I felt... Connected to it... And we obviously were... As I learn't how to play it, all the rest just came naturally... The ability to play melodies that were blessing to the ears... The ability to affect people's heart and souls... The ability to heal... The ability to destroy...

Sona sighs at the little girl, and floats forwards and picks her up, holding Janetti in her arms. Sona sat down, and hugged the girl closely. She didn't know how to comfort her, since her music could not reach her, though Sona drew a picture of a smiling Rothus and Janetti holding hands. Sona smiles, and gives her the picture, as well as other papers and pencils...


Hmm... Sona thinks back all the times men tried to grab her heart, and also remembering she turned them all down, gently of course... She actually never kissed anyone yet, except for when she was still a small girl, and just now.

To men... I don't have one yet... Though to females... Sona giggles, thinking of how to phrase it. Perhaps it would be... My mother...!

Zilean chuckled as he let her finish her question. "I am doing fine, thank you. I have recently begun experimenting with helping other champions... examine their pasts more closely, though it is still risky magic. I merely thought to ask if a certain musical idol had anywhere she wished to go."

It seems you were gifted from birth. But I understand your own childhood was not that great either. At least until your tutor had found you. How old were you when it happened?

And...Draven pauses slightly. What was it like to be raised in a home, have a guardian to watch over you?

Ummm......Miss Sona,i find your songs to be as beautiful as you are,but i always wondered somethings......what is your favorite of the four seasons,and do you have a favorite composer?