Inhaling a sharp breath, Ashe ran through the forest, her skin cracking with the freezing air of Freljord. The warriors who swore allegiance to her deceased mother roared at her pursuit. With no weapon at her disposition and in an uncharted territory, she followed the cry of a strange creature that alerted her of those traitors. Panting, she finally dashed with tears forming in her eyes feeling her muscle ache in pain. For nearly two hours she's been escaping those man. The fifteen year old Avarosan leader was outnumbered by warriors with swords drawn out ready to chop her head off.
'' Ancestors, '' she pleaded feeling like she was ready to break down as she heard a crowd approaching, '' Please help me!'' she begged as she crumbled to the ground, her silver hair falling above her face as she slowly tilted her head to the blue sky above. Her pale skin cold as ice and her azurian orbs just stared.
'' Please,'' she said almost in a whisper feeling the loss of a battle. Memories flooded her mind as a tear ran down her cheek. The hawk above her continued screaming and she could hear the man who disagreed with her views approach. She pushed herself from the ground with her weak arms and helped herself with a stone that glowed at her touch. Her eyes focused on the warriors that organized a coup d'etat and she could almost hear the rock calling her. The assassins burst into clearing. She lifted the runestone to defend herself against them to reveal a ornate bow carved in Ice.
Her eyes glowed the same as the bow as she grasped it crying from the frost forming in her finger and with a sheer instinct, she willed arrows made of pure ice from the cold and crisp air. The assassins all perished and Ashe closed her eyes as she fell to her knees from exhaustions. She smiled widely looking up, the hawk was gone and she couldn't help but cry of a joy as she felt relief.
'' Ancestors, '' she pleaded feeling like she was ready to break down as she heard a crowd approaching, '' Please help me!'' she begged as she crumbled to the ground, her silver hair falling above her face as she slowly tilted her head to the blue sky above. Her pale skin cold as ice and her azurian orbs just stared.
'' Please,'' she said almost in a whisper feeling the loss of a battle. Memories flooded her mind as a tear ran down her cheek. The hawk above her continued screaming and she could hear the man who disagreed with her views approach. She pushed herself from the ground with her weak arms and helped herself with a stone that glowed at her touch. Her eyes focused on the warriors that organized a coup d'etat and she could almost hear the rock calling her. The assassins burst into clearing. She lifted the runestone to defend herself against them to reveal a ornate bow carved in Ice.
Her eyes glowed the same as the bow as she grasped it crying from the frost forming in her finger and with a sheer instinct, she willed arrows made of pure ice from the cold and crisp air. The assassins all perished and Ashe closed her eyes as she fell to her knees from exhaustions. She smiled widely looking up, the hawk was gone and she couldn't help but cry of a joy as she felt relief.
'' Ya did great Princess during the match!'' he said gulping his alcohol like the drunk man he was. Ashe simply shrugged with a gentle smile appreciating his compliment. She met this man a few months ago when he asked to create a certain trade in Rakelstate, her hometown. Since then, his business boomed and so did Rakelstate economy. But there was more between them then a simple professional relationship. He became like family to her, like an uncle. She trusted him and he obviously trusted her.
'' No need in formality Gragas. We are family. And I'm not yet Queen, '' she said winking at him playful before he burst into laugh seating on the same bench as her ordering for her. '' Give us a gallon of wine friend! We are gonna wake up our champion!'' he shouted and the whole bar roared making her blush a bit as she pulled her cape a bit trying to hide her face from this embarrassing situation. Even if she purposely participated in the field of justice to be more known and to have a growing influence, it always felt very nerve wracking meeting all of these different people and feeling like they knew her, yet she didn't know them.
She rubbed her eyes obviously tired and sighed before blowing on one of her white locks. Her black and gold cape was loosely around her keeping her warm. Soon, she would have to go back to her tribe. The eighteen year old Avarosan Leader felt overwhelmed by her duty, but above that, she felt very proud. She was determine to unite Freljord with peace, but it just felt like it might take more time than she expected.
'' Gragas?'' she asked curiously as she tilted her head towards him, '' How long was I asleep?'' she asked curiously seeing that it was already dark outside and, well, she was suppose to meet up with a certain person before nightfall.
'' For nearly two hours! '' he said laughing with his mouth wide open. showing his missing teeth. With a nervous smile, she looked up at the clock and jumped from her wooden seat. '' I'm late. Again. '' she said blushing as she kissed Gragas cheek and immediately dashed towards the door with her archer strapped in her back as she hoped Tryndamere was still at the meeting place.
Gragas laughed out loud once again looking at everyone, '' She sure is strong and a great leader, but one thing she is terrible at is dates~ '' he teased as the whole tavern cracked up once again with joy.
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