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Finally! Confessions Continued is here! Woo! And with it, I hope to bring you guys some great new counselling sessions, some new story lines, and OH SO MUCH DRAMA (and a lot of laughs!)

This story will be continuing the adventures of a certain Summoner and Syndra, during which we will see more of Runeterra, understand Syndra's past, and even find out just why the hell this dude is spending his time trying to fix the problems of Champions, some of which would rather slice him apart than talk!

Also, and here's a big change, I am going to be taking YOUR SUGGESTIONS for Counselling sessions within the story, and I will credit those who gave me the idea!

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The clock in the corner of the office tick'd slowly, the only sound actually breaking the silence of the room. Beside the clock was a large desk, the top of which was stacked with organized papers

She sat in the small room, her feet sitting still on the wooden floors and her stomach still settling from the latest round of her ailment. She'd been feeling sick for days, her mornings spent clutching the porcelain bowl.

Her fiance left early in the mornings, so he hadn't been around to see it. She was certainly glad about that. He, of all people, should never see her on her knees, caught in a position of weakness and desperation.

After this had continued for a week, Syndra finally prompted herself to go see someone who could help her. The only person she'd allow to help her. Could she be dying? Could her power be killing her body? Was it failing? She'd read about things like that before.

It was hard to not feel anxious and nervous about it all, but she'd been taught to remain calm under situations of stress. So she sat there, silent and absolutely still, waiting for her diagnosis.

A few minutes later, the door to the room opened, and the recognizable figure of Soraka entered, holding a board with a sheet of paper on it. Her face was… mixed.

"Be honest with me," the Sovereign said, looking at her expression, "Am I dying?"

Soraka looked at her and sighed, she was quite torn on this. On the one hand, she should be elated for this human. On the other hand, because of who she was to the world and to Ionia…

"No," she said, "You are not dying, Syndra. You're pregnant."

Syndra stared at the other, her eyes going wide as she took a sharp breath. Her hands tightened in her lap.

"You're… joking, right?" She asked, "You must be joking."

Soraka shook her head, before passing her the board, "No. Go ahead and read it yourself, but you're about six weeks," she said. "Congratulations are in order, I suppose."

"Spare me," Syndra replied. "We both know you aren't happy that the Dark Sovereign is going to have an heir. You or Ionia…"

Soraka crossed her arms, before letting out a deep sigh.

"My task is not to engage in the adversity of mortals, merely heal them and offer them words of wisdom. Your conflict with your homeland is not my conflict, nor am I your enemy. I suppose you know that since you came to me."

"I only came to you because I know you cannot harm me," Syndra said, her hand moving to her stomach as she read over the paper. "While I don't really like any Ionian, I at least know you are a trustworthy being. As if that means you'd like me anyway."

Her eyes glared at the Star Child.

"Otherwise you'd actually mean that congratulations, instead of giving me that stare of fear and hatred that I loathe so much."

Soraka raised an eyebrow. "I'm not staring at you with hatred, I'm looking at you with concern. There is a difference, Dark Sovereign," she said.

"You are powerful, your magical abilities are on par with the forces of the cosmos themselves. Pregnancies… They are tricky in normal women. Sorceresses and witches, even more so due to the magic. But you?"

She sighed again.

"There is a good chance you will not carry to term because of the sheer amount of power flowing through you."

Syndra's face went from an expression of agitation to one of concern, distress, even fear.

"Are you saying that there's a chance it will never be born at all? That I might never..."

Soraka nodded.

"It's a fifty fifty chance. As I said, Right now, I would say you are about six weeks pregnant. We will know whether or not the baby will survive at around twelve weeks."

She frowned, before stretching out a hand to Syndra's shoulder.

"Trust in the stars, Syndra. Perhaps this is a good omen for you, a reward for all of your efforts as of late."

Syndra looked up at her once more, her expression once again changing to one of surprise. "Come again?"

"The leaders of Ionia have not been blind to your activities," She said, "While some are… aggressive towards you, sometimes needlessly so…"

"Irelia."

"Others have noted your progress and attempts to better yourself, to be a force for good. It is why most of us keep our distance from you, as it has been requested that we give you your space to choose which path you desire."

Syndra's eyes gleamed as she seethed. She knew she'd been spied on, she wasn't stupid, but to know that they were just waiting for her to step out of line…

"If you're truly neutral," Syndra said, "then you will do me one kindness."

"Yes?"

"Keep this a secret," she said. "Between you and I. If anyone asks why I came here today, tell them I caught a temporary illness and you gave me medicine to remedy it, to further 'pacify' me."

Soraka's face turned into a deeper frown as her eyebrows furrowed.

"I am not a spinner of lies, Sovereign," she said. "I cannot promise you that I will mislead others into thinking things that are not true."

"Just keep it to yourself for now," Syndra said, "I will reveal it when I know that it's actually coming. You said it yourself, there's a good chance it won't survive…"

Her hand moved to her stomach once more.

"And I don't see the point in stirring potential fires when there might be nothing to go on about. You may be neutral, and others may be giving me a chance, but there are some who would use this as an opportunity to strike me when I am not at my strongest."

"You do have a point... It is not my preference to lie but…"

She sighed, but smiled, "Consider it my gift to you for working hard on redeeming yourself. I shall attempt to keep this to myself, at least until the twelve weeks are up. Although…"

Syndra's eyebrow raised as she stood.

"Although?"

"If I am asked directly, I will not be able to hide this secret well. I am a terrible liar, having had no practice doing so."

Syndra looked at her again, before her hand clutched the other's throat, her palm glowing with purple magic. The Star child looked alarmed, but was surprised when Syndra did not hurt her, though a warm feeling could be felt in her neck.

"What… What are you doing?"

"I'm placing an enchantment on you," She said, "If you ever try to say any words having to do with pregnancy within the next six weeks, you will instead use words such as 'sick' to describe the condition. Consider it insurance."

She sneered, "You don't have to lie if you can't actually speak, hmm?"

Soraka's brows furrowed again.

"Do you really have so little faith in me?"

"No. I don't. I don't have faith in anyone."

"That's not true?"

"Oh?"

"You have faith in your fiance, do you not?"

Syndra went wide eyed as she dropped her hand from the other and stomped her foot.

"Really?! You all spied on the proposal too?!"

"Not all of us, just… A few people. I thought it was sweet."

"Bah! You're all deplorable!"

"If it makes a difference, Karma tried to intervene on your behalf!"

"I'm leaving!"

"No! Wait! I still need to conduct some tests on your prEindigestion!"

The door slammed behind Syndra now, Soraka lifting her hand to her neck and coughing.

"Mortals…"

Okay. So she was pregnant. Alright. It was to be expected, wasn't it? After all, she was engaged, and they were indulging in those sort of was just natural for young lovers, wasn't it? If she remembered her books correctly, that's what a man and woman were supposed to do. They met, fell in love, had children.

Okay, maybe those books were also a bit outdated, and sometimes unbelievably misogynistic in their representation of the woman's overall purpose, but this, what they had now, this was a good thing, wasn't it?

Syndra's frown grew as she floated throughout the institute, rather spaced out and ignoring other champions and summoners as she moved.

But good things were circumstantial and based around the individual. How would he feel to find out she was baring his child? Would he be excited? Happy? Would he be… Angry? Upset? Unhappy? Could he not want her anymore with such a responsibility being put on them both?

But she could lose it, right? There was a good chance she'd lose it, so should she even worry about telling him? And what would that mean?

Her eyes went wide.

Oh god she could lose it. What if she told him and they were both happy and then… Then the unthinkable happened? How would he feel then? Such a divide could destroy the two of them. Perhaps if she kept the secret to herself, at least, until she was fairly certain of an outcome…

The Dark Sovereign let out a sharp breath as she continued. Right now, the poor girl was a mess of emotions and thoughts.

Dammit she was elated at the news, she was going to be a mother! Maybe! And then the two of them would have their fam-

Syndra's eyes went wide as she gasped.

Oh no. Oh by the Gods themselves, she'd forgotten about that factor. Her family! True they'd abandoned her when she'd sought them out to tell them of what happened to her master, and yes she rather wished that a mountain would magically drop on their household, but how would they feel about her baring a child to a man she hadn't wed? How would they feel about her marrying a man they hadn't approved of?! That wasn't Ionian custom at all!

… Why did she care? She never listened to Ionian traditions in the first place!

Syndra let out another deep sigh, nearing the exit to the institute and settling herself on a bench, her hands neatly folded in her lap as she sat, Even with her straight posture, she made herself as small as possible, and focused on taking deep breaths to remain calm.

Perhaps she'd feel better after talking to him, but where was he? He was never this late to get out of work…

Loud hisses and screeches could be heard from the Institute of War's counselling office, angered shouts and the THUNK of knives landing into walls ruining the serenity of the hallway. Within the office, a large creature, half beautiful lady, half terrifying serpent, flung bolts of noxious poison at a much more agile, red haired woman.

In the corner of the room, in a chair, sat a robed man with long brown hair, his fingers pinching his brow as he waited for the two to calm down.
"You see this?! This is why we don't get along!"

"We don't get along because you refuse to share your things!"

"It's a hair brush, Cassie! It's not that expensive! Buy your own!"

"I like yours though! The bristles are better than most and I can't find one like it!"
"Well just- Wait why the hell do you need a hair brush! You don't even have hair anymore?!"

"Did you just insult my condition?!"

"I made a valid point!"

"You bitch!"

"You're the bitch!"

"No, you!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"Champion Du Couteau's, please," The Summoner finally said, garnering the attention of both angry women as he stood, "It seems you two are experiencing a schism, and it's not over trinkets and items."

Approaching Cassiopeia, he gently took the hair brush from her, before pointing at it.

"See this? This represents the divide between you two, one that has been steadily growing from all the hardships you two have faced."

Both women settled down now, cross armed and glaring at one another, the Summoner continuing.

"You have both confessed to me about how hard the loss of your parents has been, as well as the changes that Cassiopeia's condition has had on your household. By all means, you two have every right to be angry, feel upset, maybe even a little spiteful."

He focused on the brush for a moment, before forming a perfect duplicate of it, handing the original back to Katarina, and the other to Cassiopeia.

"But your problem right now is that you don't just have one rift, you have two. You have the rift between each other, and a rift within yourselves. Katarina, you work yourself to exhaustion every day proving to yourself that you're the best at what you do, but you never give yourself time to acknowledge what you've already accomplished. Cassiopeia, you stare at your own reflection, poking and prodding at your body and hating your appearance, without realizing that you have become one of the most extraordinary beings in the world. You both have qualities that make you great, and yet, because you refuse to focus on your own good, you only allow yourselves to see the worst in each other as well."

He approached Katarina now, gently lifting a loch of her red hair for Cassiopeia to see.

"Cassiopeia, doesn't your sister have beautiful hair? Can you say that about her?"

The snake woman seethed, but nodded, "Yes.. I suppose it does look nice. It's always had good texture, even when we were children it was soft to run my human fingers through."

He smiled, letting go of the red head and moving to the other woman, his hand sweeping across the Lamia's scales.

"And Katarina, even though she is different, aren't Cassiopeia's scales shiny and glamorous? Even with her change of form, can you acknowledge that your sister is still beautiful?"

Katarina huffed, crossing her arms and looking away, "... Yeah. Cass still has the looks of the family."

"Now, Cassiopeia, and please do not take offense to this, but do you think you might be taking Katarina's hair brush because you miss having hair like hers?"

The Lamia looked away, ashamed, while the man looked to Katarina.

"And Katarina, do you perhaps not want to share the brush, because you think Cassiopeia already looks good enough without it, and you perhaps feel slight envy of the eyes she has always drawn?"

The red head simply let out a deeper huff, the Summoner coming between the two.

"These are minor annoyances, pet peeves you two have for one another, and, while I doubt these started recently, I also doubt that, before your tragedies, these issues caused you two to fight with such hate. I think you two are merely funneling your anger and grief over your tragedies at one another, with these peeves merely being the driving force in which to use it. Here's the question."

He turned to the assassin, "Katarina, do you love your sister?"

The woman scoffed and glared at him, "Of course I love my sister. If I didn't, my knives wouldn't have missed."

He turned to Cassiopeia, "And you, Cassiopeia, do you love your sister?"

The Lamia grumbled, but met his eyes.

"Yes…" she said, "I do love my sister, otherwise I would have poisoned her in her sleep…"

He smiled, "And I think you both know that. Two of the most deadly women in the world, if they hated each other, would not live under the same roof with only scuffles between them. You two are sisters, family, and you two need to acknowledge that fact more, and not only remind yourselves that you're both hurting, but tell each other when that pain needs comfort, rather than lashing out."

Both sisters were quiet for a moment, before Cassiopeia murmured.

"I'm sorry, Katarina. I know it's not your fault…"

Katarina did her best to stay poised, but tears trickled down her face.

"Oh Cassie… I'm sorry too..."

The Summoner smiled as the two embraced, both sisters finally acknowledging the other, their hug lasting several minutes as the two released their grief, sadness, but more importantly, showed the other they cared.

When they finally broke the hug, both were red eyed and teary, but they each held a smile on their face. The Summoner standing with his own smile, hell, even wiping his own eyes once.

"Here is what I want you two to do from now on," he said, "You two are going to eat dinner together every night, and spend at least one hour a day either talking or doing something you both enjoy together. I also want you two to visit me periodically to tell me how things are going, is that okay?"

Both nodded, though Katarina did point out that she would be away on missions, to which the Summoner responded that she should spend twice the time with Cassiopeia before she left.

Both sisters, now united again, bade their goodbyes and left together, apparently to go shopping for a brush for Cassiopeia's scales, as well as indulge in their favorite pass-time, 'messing with Talon'.

The summoner watched them go, before collecting his things, repairing his office with magic, and then going off to meet his love.

Syndra was still deep in thought when she heard the familiar footsteps of her fiance, that usual warm smile on his face as he came up to her.

"Hey there, beautiful," he said, "Why does a lady as good looking as yourself have a pouty face?"

Syndra sighed. She'd been going back and forth on what to say to him.

She couldn't just lie to him. She had to tell him! She had to tell him right now! No, she couldn't! What if she lost it?! What if she didn't lose it?! What if he didn't want that?! No, she had to tell him right now, she had to-

"I'm… I'm just tired," she said, forcing herself to smile at him. That fake smile she'd gotten so used to doing since she was a kid, that one she used to use to make people think she was evil and enjoyed it, "But it is good to see you again."

"Aww, sorry to hear that, maybe I'll-"

The summoner paused when he felt The Sovereign wrap her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. Her face buried against his side.

He stared at her with confusion, Syndra was never this affectionate, except maybe in bed… But it's not like he was going to complain.

"... Let's go home." she said, after a minute, "And no paperwork or note taking tonight. I just want to be alone with you and rest."

She stared up at him now, "Is that alright, Summoner?"

"... You know we're engaged right, you can just call me Jay…"

"Answer the question."

He furrowed his brows, but nodded.

"Of course it's alright, Syndra. You know it's always alright."

With that, Syndra stood up, her arm still around him, and the two walked out of the institute together, before floating into the air and making the steady journey back to where she kept her Temple above the nearby down.

Telling him would have to wait.