Oops did not realize this story was updated. Thanks Cpt Shiba for bumping.
Bump for great justice! Nothing like resurrecting a dead story, right? After a few victory sprees as Kayle, I've decided to continue on this story. Yes, I'm aware that it's been a long time, but I hope you guys will bear with that. This story should mark the end of the Freljordian arc, with the next arc starting very soon. Once again, I hope you guys will enjoy it.
And by the way, multis, regarding Ashe's quote, think Krogan and the answer should come to mind.
Chapter 8: Within the Freljordian Halls
2 days later
Kayle finally relaxed as she took off her armour and laid it carefully on the floor of the bedroom she was currently borrowing from the Freljordian castle. Despite lying in the snow for almost for four days, the armour remained spotless. Not for the first nor last time, Kayle wondered how the mysterious race of craftsmen was able to create such perfect armour.
For now, she made sure to lift the armour’s ‘weight’ incantation off, otherwise she would have a hard time explaining as to why her armour had caused major damage to the castle. In its current state, the armour was no lighter than her robes.
Once Kayle was satisfied with her armour, she picked up the main breastplate and hung it on an armour rack. However, she put on her gauntlets and arm protectors before she allowed the armour’s unnatural weight to return. Finally she picked up one of her slender swords and its sheathe and placed it on a belt. Satisfied that she could defend herself in the event that she was attacked, Kayle walked out of her bedroom and locked the door.
Feeling there was nothing better to do, Kayle moved towards the throne room where Ashe and Tryndamere resided as they dealt with the affairs of Freljord. She knew that the Freljordian summoners have arrived just near the end of the feast and were prepared to use their magic and move the creature of shadow back to the Institute of War. From her mental calculation and Ashe’s reports, the summoners would have sent the creature back to the Institute at the same time she reached her armour. Until the summoners at the Institute of War had news, Kayle remained at the Freljordian castle.
She moved casually aside as a servant rushed past her. Despite its size, the Freljordian castle was quieter and less populated compared to the Institute of War where it constantly bustled with the summoners and their problems. The Freljordian castle was also less decorated as she suspected that Ashe would have devoted her kingdom’s treasury towards Freljord’s advancement as a city state as opposed to trivialities such as paintings and statues. However, she did notice several Piltover machines that clashed with the older looks of the castle.
I suppose Ashe cares less about Freljordian traditions if it meant the comfort of her subjects, Kayle thought wryly as she noticed the machines warmed the air around it. These machines will mean there is less of a drain on the environment since they rely on a mana source as opposed to the burning of wood.
Kayle finally stepped into the throne room to find Nunu and Ashe in a tight argument.
“The yetis will not wander Freljord needlessly because of a rumour” Nunu said, shaking his head.
“But if they do exist,” Ashe returned. “They would make excellent allies.”
“The Judicator has arrived,” Mjore said mildly on the side. Both Freljordian champions looked up to see Kayle approach them.
“Who would make an excellent ally?” Kayle asked, curious about the argument.
“Her Majesty believes that we should be pursuing rumours of intelligent bears that live in the mountains,” Nunu said exasperated. “Like I said, wandering about in the mountains is dangerous, and what would happen if the bears prove hostile?”
“Intelligent bears?” Kayle asked, hiding a smile. “Ashe, are you really going to waste time and effort to pursue rumours of intelligent bears?”
Ashe sighed. “It’s in my interest to truly unite Freljord together – not just the Tribes, but the other beings that call that harsh place a home. When you two put it that way, I guess it’s folly to pursue such rumours.”
“Don’t worry,” Tryndamere said, somewhere hidden in the back. “If they wish to pursue an alliance, and are as smart as you say, they’ll come to us.”
“If you say so,” Ashe said, rubbing her temples. “Goddess, running a state is harder than I thought.”
“It is if you are a proper ruler,” Kayle said firmly. “There are many others who would do nothing for their land until their castle burns around them.”
“Thank you,” Ashe said tiredly before she brightened. “I’ve see you got back pieces of your armour, but where’s the rest?”
“It’s all in my room. I didn’t think it was necessary to wear the full set – after all, surely there aren’t any assassins here.”
“You move better in your armour,” Mjore said. When Kayle gave her a questioning look, she added, “It’s just that you move far too fluidly without it. Every movement of yours almost appears instantaneous. Truth be told, it’s a bit unsettling.”
“She is telling the truth,” Ashe said, looking at Kayle when Kayle looked surprised. “I suppose without your armour, you’re unused to controlling your speed and movements. But don’t worry too much about it; I suppose it adds more to your image of graceful and alien beauty.”
“Beauty? Graceful?” Kayle asked, crossing her arms and glaring at Ashe and Mjore who were grinning. “If you still truly think that, you are crazy.”
“What has passed remains in the past,” Ashe said, shrugging. “I don’t blame you nor do I begrudge you of your actions. Everybody has a past they wish to hide. It’s all a part of who we are.”
“If you say so,” Kayle said uneasily, traces of the burnt girl still in her mind. “Personally, I believe it is folly to completely forget about the past.”
“Remaining stuck in the past is no way to go in the future,” Nunu interjected. “If I had obsessed endlessly about my last family, I would have never survived nor flourished in the Freljordian wilds.”
“I guess,” Kayle sighing. Deep inside, she knew Nunu was telling the truth, but in her heart, she loathed to abandon her sins until she had fully resolved them.
“But I doubt you are here to discuss philosophy,” Tryndamere said, finally stepping out from the back. He was dressed in his royal attire and his greatsword hung loosely by his side.
“No. I came here to check on the progress regarding the creature that attacked us. Have your summoners given a report yet on the matter?”
“They have,” Tryndamere said, looking surprisingly grim. “Their teleportation spell was misaimed and the creature found itself free in the Nexus of the Twisted Treeline. The summoners were able to recapture it, but they did lose several of their members in the process. However, they’ve also…”
“Also what?” Kayle demanded as Tryndamere hesitated.
“The creature,” Ashe said, taking over. “Well, the summoners decided that as a price for attacking Freljordian civilians and the summoners of the League, the creature will be bounded onto this plane, and it will be introduced as a champion.”
“You have to be kidding me,” Kayle said, holding a hand to her temple. “Why is such an abomination allowed in the League?”
“The summoners sensed its power and decided to take advantage of it. However, they were extremely careful when they restrained it so it should be of little threat. The summoners decided that you should be with them when they interrogate the creature, since you were able to successfully defeat it.”
Kayle sighed, still not believing that the summoners would actually use such a creature in the Fields of Justice.
“Wait, did they say they want me back?” Kayle asked. Ashe nodded and Kayle sighed again.
“They’ve also said that since this is a vital matter, they’re willing to provide transportation in the shape of teleportation.”
“Why didn’t they do this earlier so I didn’t have to fly all the way over to Freljord?” Kayle muttered.
“Nobody knew about this creature so I don't think the summoners were willing to expand all their energies in teleporting you," Ashe replied.
"What about the Noxian rebellion here?"
"Well, with the revelation of Anivia attacking us, many of the trackers began putting the clues together, and assumed that is was Anivia who was attacking the Freljordian scouts... unless the Noxians have found a way to freeze their enemies solid."
Kayle cringed briefly at the description. During her war, she had remembered how some of the angels used ice magic against mortals. The results were utterly brutal and messy.
"How are the people reacting to it?"
"We made all the trackers swear oaths of secrecy. Many of them don't like it, but I cannot hold Anivia responsible for her reactions if she was controlled."
"Very well then. I'll check on Anivia's progress one more time before I depart back to the Institute of War."
“That will be for the best,” Ashe said. “I would offer to come along, but I have to attend to the rest of my subjects.”
Kayle knew that Ashe allowed her subjects to hold an audience with her for an hour every day (assuming she wasn’t away), and nodded her head once.
“I’ll come back later to say more farewells properly,” Kayle promised before leaving the throne room.
She slowly made her way to Anivia’s room. As she walked, her thoughts drifted back to the shadowy creature. It’s appearance and been sudden and alarming, with no explanation as to where to came from, except…
The creature mentioned killing a summoner, Kayle thought. If that’s the case, then I can probably find out who was killed and their affiliation with the city-states. That means Noxus may still not be in the clear if the poor sod was Noxian.
Her mind slowly shifted to analysing her battle with the creature. She quickly pondered on its weaknesses and capabilities – from her prior experiences on the battlefield, she knew she had to constantly devise new strategies in the even that her enemies have adapted to old ones. She muttered the names of different spells under her breath, pondering each of their effectiveness against this new enemy.
Before she knew it, she was standing in front of Anivia’s door. All thoughts of the shadowy creature disappeared from her mind as she stared at the door apprehensively. When she was recovering her armour, Nunu had offered to watch over Anivia. So far, there had been no complications as Anivia had remained in her clear blue egg form. However, Kayle was worried that Anivia might react badly to her presence. Taking a deep breath, Kayle opened the door.
Two glowing red eyes greeted her as the door opened. The egg was now gone and Anivia has somehow returned back to her full phoenix form. She was sitting on the altar, staring at the intruder. Kayle’s hand went to the slender sword by her side as she kept her eyes on the blue phoenix.
“Peace, Judicator,” Anivia said, her voice echoing through the room. “I mean no more harm.”
Kayle’s hand rested on the hilt of her sword as looked carefully over Anivia. The Cyrophoenix appeared to be normal again as she was radiating her usual calm.
“How are you?” Kayle asked warily, worried that the creature might have a stranglehold in Anivia’s mind.
“My mind has never felt clearer. It is a great debt that I owe you.”
“It was the least I could do,” Kayle murmured. However she had other pressing issues on her mind. “Do you know what attacked you?”
Anivia hissed angrily. Kayle’s hand tightened around the hilt of her sword, but Anivia made no move to attack her.
“It was an element of darkness. Just as I represent the element of ice, that creature is of the darkness. How it got to this world, I do not know.”
“It was summoned, just like you,” Kayle said, still not relaxing. “It broke free and begun a murderous rampage. Do you know how it attacked you – I need to know, otherwise I cannot fully prepare against it.”
“It attacked me physically during my meditations. When my physical shell was weakened, it chose to assault my mind mentally. I did not know how long the battle lasted, but in the end I succumbed to its corruptions.”
Kayle shuddered briefly. She had a fleeting suspicion that keeping the creature as a champion of the League would not end well for many of the Valorans.
This creature is far stronger than I gave it credit for if it was able to overwhelm a being like Anivia. The **** thing nearly overwhelmed me as well….
“That would be all for now,” Kayle said, breaking free from her thoughts. “I will tell Ashe that you are awake.”
“Until the next time I see you,” Anivia said, dipping her head. Kayle stepped out of the room and breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn’t about to be frozen in a chunk of ice. Taking one last look at the door, she made her way to the throne room again. Several people were queuing outside of it as they waited to see Ashe. When they saw Kayle, they all step back, allowing her a clear way through. She walked through with muttered thanks.
Ashe and Tryndamere were on their thrones and both looked tired already, although they were speaking with a man in rich furs. From the looks of things, the two royals were engaged in a heated argument with the man in furs.
“We will not be using the treasury to compensate for the Cyrophoenix’s attacks,” Tryndamere growled, looking almost as if he was about to lose patience.
“But,” the man began protesting.
“Our trackers have already determined that none of your livestock were killed when the sky fell, so there is no need for us to compensate on the Cyrophoenix’s behalf,” Tryndamere cut across.
“What about my business? The ice is blocking the road to the southern lands!”
“Your business has already ended weeks ago,” Ashe said, looking completely bored. “Winter is about to end so there will be no demands for your furs in the southern lands.”
“Bah,” the man spat. “What about…”
“What about your life?” Tryndamere began dangerously. “If you truly value it, I suggest you leave my sights unless you have something important before I personally throw you off the highest battlements.”
The man’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to find words. However, words eventually failed him and he spun around and marched angrily to the door, jumping slightly as he saw Kayle.
“Barbarians,” the man muttered under his breath. Kayle watched the man pass, irked at the man’s attempt to swindle money out of people who needed it. She was tempted to follow him home, where she suspect that the man have completed illegitimate business in the pass. However, she had news for Ashe and Tryndamere, so her need to exact justice would have to wait.
“Kayle,” Ashe said, looking more energetic than before. “You are about to leave?”
Kayle closed the distance to the thrones now that the court was temporarily on break. “Yes. I’ve also come to tell you that Anivia has awakened. Nothing appears to be wrong yet, although you may want to check up on her yourself.”
“I would do that once court has finished. Did you by any chance count how many people were outside?”
“I guess it would be about ten to fifteen people.”
Tryndamere groaned but Ashe kept her composure.
“Thank you,” Ashe said. She stole a brief glance at the door before she slid down from her throne. She gave Kayle a quick hug before saying, “Freljord is forever in your debt. We could not ask for a finer protector.”
Kayle returned the hug, and murmured, “It was a great pleasure to know the Frost Archer better.”
The two let go of each other. Kayle stepped back and gave a brief bow to the two royals before smiling and waving farewell. Ashe returned to her throne while Tryndamere motioned for someone. Mjore stepped out from the shadows, carrying a thin blue sword.
“Please accept this,” Tryndamere said. “While it cannot compare to your sword, this Freljordian blade will be a strong reminder of your time here.”
Kayle took the sword from Mjore and gave it a curious look. It was very cold to the touch and shared the same intricate design as Ashe’s arrows.
“Thank you,” Kayle said, bowing again. “Thank you again for your hospitality. I may see you soon on the Fields of Justice, and hopefully as allies.”
The two royals smiled briefly. Kayle turned around and left, leaving those two to finish their court. Mjore, on the other hand, chose to follow Kayle out.
“I’ll have to guide you to the summoners,” she said, smiling apologetically.
“Thank you,” Kayle said. She hesitated before asking, “How are you? I mean after that night…”
Kayle trailed off when Mjore’s face darkened. She bought her hand to the scar on her right eye.
“I’m fine now,” she said quietly. “But I’ve begun to have nightmares about that skirmish and the storm that followed.”
She paused before asking, “Is it true that creature will be entering the Fields of Justice?”
Kayle nodded; annoyed that she will have to face this creature again on the Fields of Justice.
“Make sure it suffers everytime you see it,” Mjore growled. “Thaldor still hasn’t recovered from that creature’s attacks, nor did I wish to have my nightmares brought up again.”
“Justice will arrive on swift wings,” Kayle said, putting a hand on Mjore’s shoulders as she tried to calm the woman down. Mjore took a deep breath before recovering her composure.
“That will be good to know,” Mjore said. “Come, the summoners don’t have all day, although they can wait for all I give a ****.”
Kayle suspected that the Freljordians will not be too eager to accept this shadowy creature within the League, but there wasn’t much that can be done when the summoners’ will have passed.
They walked quietly to the back of the castle, but not before making a detour back to Kayle’s room to recover her armour. Once outside, they say that the sun was at its zenith, causing the snow to glow bright white. A slight mist was swirling as some of the snow melted and the harsh Freljordian winds blew through the lands. The castle stood upright, covering the rest of the city-state of Freljord in its majesty.
Kayle didn’t have to look far before she saw the purple robes of the summoners. One of them was elderly while the other was relatively young, looking as if he had only just reached manhood. She suspected that the younger summoner was here to learn his craft from the older one. The younger summoner was fidgeting uncomfortable, although Kayle couldn’t tell whether it was from her presence or because of the task that lied ahead of him.
“Just relax,” Kayle told him. The young summoner jumped and began shaking harder. Kayle frowned slightly – she didn’t want to end up in a different world because the summoner has misjudged his reverse summoning spell due to nerves.
“Judicator,” the older summoner greeted. “We’re glad you made it.”
Kayle dipped her head in response, but gave nothing more in return. Instead, she turned around to Mjore.
“It was a pleasure to know you and to fight by your side,” Kayle said, extending her hand. Mjore grasped her hand and shook it.
“It’s my pleasure, Judicator,” Mjore said warmly. “I pray that you’ll come back to experience the beauties of Freljord soon without the burden of more fighting.”
“Maybe one day,” Kayle laughed. “Farewell, and keep safe.”
Kayle moved back to the summoners. A purple glyph with tinges of orange had appeared on the fresh snow. She paused and gave Mjore a slight wave before stepping into the glyph. The familiar sensation of a summoning tugged at everywhere on her. She closed her eyes as her vision turned into a swirl of orange and blue.
Her feet crashed painfully into a stony wall. She muttered a curse as she opened her eyes. The curse gave way as she found herself inside her bedroom. She smiled as she took off her armour, glad to be able to finally rest properly. She placed her armour carefully on her armour rack, took off her bindings then went inside her bathroom.
“A warm bath,” she breathed, growing ecstatic at the prospect of having one. She had held off from taking any more baths after her first bath in Freljord to conserve energy for those who needed it. The bath filled quickly with scented water. Without any more ceremony, Kayle slid in groaned in pleasure as the warm water lapper at her. She closed her eyes and quickly ignored everything about shadows, summoners and fighting.
A/N: Personally, I'm not exactly pleased with this story. There has been such a large gap between the writing period that I suspect that there is a slight dissonance between my writing styles. One of my friends gave me critique on writing dialogue, so I've been trying to streamline, or making the characters' dialogue more natural, as opposed to them spewing more narrative.
Whatever the case is, I hope you enjoyed that. I'll do my best to come up with another chapter within a week (knowing myself... I wouldn't be holding my breath). See you another time
Love this story and the way its been written so far.
The way you've portrayed Kayle is amazing and I absolutely love her!
I do hope in the end she makes up with Morgana somehow. Poor Kayle, all the trouble she's been put through and she keeps the truth to herself as punishment.
Hope to see more!
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