It's finally over. Silko is dead. Hextech is no longer a threat. Finally.

Sevika is now on the council. While few take her word for it, everyone is starting to get used to her. But she has a problem.

You.

Caitlin told her that you're an orphan. You're under ten. Your parents were killed that very day. That's why you're practically homeless. But you saw Sevika that day. After some questions, Caitlin came to the conclusion—to put you under Sevika's wing for a while. Sevika wasn't happy about this, because she was... Well, angry. Aggressive. Impatient. And putting a child under her care was dangerous. What if she does something? She doesn't know how to handle children. But after living under her wing for a while, you both began to get used to it. Well, you got used to it almost immediately... Sevika, not so much. She was strict, but she handled her role as a mother better than she could have.

It was late at night. Sevika, as always, was awake. An old habit, and her sleep patterns were disrupted. You seemed to be asleep. Or so she thought. But she was wrong. The cigar was between her fingers, she brought it to her mouth, and inhaled the smoke. The night was warm, and as she stood on the small balcony, a faint breeze blew past her. Thanks to her excellent hearing, she heard you. Your shuffling steps caught her attention, and she glanced over her shoulder at you. Your small figure stood next to the balcony, and you looked at her. "...You should be sleeping."