Ashe grabbed an arrow from her quiver. It was the heat of battle. Ashe released her arrow and it sailed into Caitlyn's back. "An enemy has been slain," she heard the announcer's voice sound thought the stadium. Ashe ran to the nearest bush and began to recall back to base. She was too busy thinking about what to buy next, to notice that an all seeing eye had been activated abover her head. They only thing that snaped her out of her daze, was a russling of cards behind her. As she turned around , a yellow card hit her hard enough to stun her. She couldn't tell what he looked like, she could only see from the corner of her eyes. Ashe saw black hair and a cowboy hat. "You have been slain," the announcer's voice called as Ashe felt cards rip through her body. The last thing she heard was a deep voice with a southern accent, "charmed, I'm sure."

The match soon ended after Ashe was slain. The respawn timers were just too high. As the champions left the stadium, Ashe glanced around looking for the man with the hat. She caught a glimpse of him as he vanished in thin air. She rushed over to Ahri. They had been friends for a while now. Always on the same team, always hanging out at the bars Ashe enjoyed. They became close over the years.

"Who was that?" she asked her friend.

"Who?" Ahri replied.

"The man who just disappeared. The one with the hat, the southern accent, the one with the magic cards."

"Why are you so curious about him?"

"I've just never seen him around before," Ashe replied nervously, blushing a little, "I was just curious."

"Well all I know is he goes by Twisted Fate. He's kind of a nomad, but I've heard he has a gambling problem and that's why he uses cards."

"Ah cool, thanks," Ashe said as she walked away towards her apartment.

"Looks like someone's got a crush," Ahri giggled as she called after Ashe.

"Funny Ahri, real funny," Ashe called back. Ashe at first was just curious who this stranger was, that part was true. Ahri did have a point. Not that Ashe had a crush, she just wanted to know more. This new champion was interesting, he was mysterious, and he was different. Her tribe was trying to force her into a union with the barbarian king. Tryndamere seemed nice, but she knew it wasn't right. She loved her people, but she wasn't sure that it was the right path. There had to be another way to untie the two tribes. Ashe arrived at her apartment and found someone waiting at her door.

"What do you say Ashe," it was Trynd. She was not in the mood to deal with him, "Come on, let's unite our tribes. It's what's best. Plus you know you want some arm candy like me." He smirked as he leaned against the door.

"I've already told you no," Ashe said as she unlocked the door, "Why do you keep pushing this. There are other people you could marry to unite the tribes."

"Baby, come on," he said as he stopped leaning against the door and placed his hand on her shoulder, "Why would I want to marry anyone other than you. You're the hottest girl in the Freljord. Plus, I heard you know how to treat a man well." He started to move his down her back. She finally got her door unlocked, as she swatted his hand away.

"Ugh, this is way I said no," Ashe pushed her door opened and sighed. She looked up at Trynd, "find a girl who would appreciate your charm. I'm sorry I'm just not interested. You shouldn't listen to everything you hear either." With that she walked through the door before he had time to respond. Ashe was sick of this nonsense. Tryndamere stopped by so many times. He just wouldn't take no for an answer. He probably has never heard no. Everyone was head over heels for him back home. Ashe didn't understand it, he was such a jerk. She need to clear her head. Ashe was still covered in dirt and blood from battle. She walked over to the shower and turned it on.