PROLOGUE

Red hot drops of blood clashed with cold white snow, staining it. Tears welled in her eyes as she closed her mouth with her hands, realization hitting her hard in the gut. The last one of her ambushers fell lifeless. Bile rose from her throat accompanied with a gross sob, forcing its way out painfully. She got on her hands and knees; emptying everything in her stomach with wet, disgusting sounds. Blood, corpses and vomit littered the snowy tranquility of the sacred mausoleum of Avarosa, the holy queen of the Freljord.

She felt nausea kicking in again even before she made a move to get up. Violent heavings and harsh northern wind drained all of her energy. Saliva, tears and snot pooled beneath her face. Disgusting, that is how she felt. She had just slaughtered five men; a filthy murderer was what she had become. Numbly she let her body fall to the side with a dull thump and sobbed loudly in to the howling wind. As her body got dehydrated and dangerously cold, her tears crystallized on her cheeks.

She knew she was going to die if she was to lie here any longer. She knew sleep would be the end of her. But for the first time in her life, Ashe wasn't afraid of the scythed angel.

She thought she deserved to die this way, in the filth of her murderous rampage. Dying like a stray dog in the cold. A murderer like herself shouldn't see the light of day again, she thought to herself. Snow would cover and purify them, six lost souls...

"Avarosa... I killed five men today. I am no longer innocent; I can no longer carry your legacy... I can no longer unite my country. I have failed. I have doomed us. I have ... become everything you are not... Please... End my agony... Purify me..." she whispered.

As if the skies heard her silent plea, a downfall of soft snow started very quietly, covering the scene and muting the sounds of her muffled sobs. Ashe watched as the wonderfully white crystals of snow slowly but steadily covered both her and the carcasses. The crystalline bow and sacred quiver glistened and glowed beside Ashe under a magical light. She closed her eyes slowly, as cold disappeared; with itself it also took the feeling of her body and her conscious.

At first she thought she really had died and all. She felt light and dizzy, like a wandering soul. Everywhere around her was sheer white, so white it hurt her eyes. Bright colored light enveloped her, shaping into beautiful ladies. She stared in a numb state as they travelled towards her, then into her very core. She felt herself getting illuminated from the inside out slowly until light gushed out from her mouth and eyes. Then she saw her, her lady, her idol…

"A… Avarosa…" she whispered. She came close to Ashe with a genuine and sincere smile. Ashe felt tears pouring down; her presence was the closest thing she ever felt to having a mother. Her dimly glowing arms enfolded the crying girl with a touch of silk. Ashe felt so small and vulnerable but liked it, it was nice to let go of the strong façade she had to put up every day. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Ashe poured out all the dark emotions contained and accumulated within her out, crying to her hearts content as Avarosa caressed her. When Ashe was calmed down in the end, Avarosa held her at her arm length.

"You did it my dear…You survived!" she exclaimed with a tearful smile, her face was so bright that Ashe had hard time looking at her. She held her close again, holding her from her cheeks and slowly but surely she placed a warm kiss on her forehead. Ashe felt the warmth spread all over her body, feeling blessed and sanctified. "You must go now… Go and unite Freljord… My bow and my blessings are with you always, I am with you always..."

With final words said and job done, Avarosa glanced at her successor. She slowly floated above Ashe, looking at her unconscious body covered with her white fur cape, bow and quiver by her side and her legacy above Ashe's head. Satisfied by what she saw, Avarosa slowly parted her ways with her beloved great grandchild. She headed towards the magical aurorae of Freljord where the mighty warriors, sacred saints and great kings and queens resided in. She trusted her; Ashe was going to be a miraculous Queen.

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|PATCH|[23/09/16] Corrected some typos and contradicting words. Thanks Ascaisil for the awesome and heartfull review! Means a lot to me, the longer the better! Please do keep reviewing me and fueling me with the will to write more.

I don't own League Of Legends nor any characters but the story and the ideas are copyrighted to Alex Rusanov.

Hello my dear readers, this would be my first fanfiction but not my first story. When I started playing league Ashe and her tale had intrigued me and I always wanted to do something about this. I believe this is the day this happens. I hope you'll enjoy this story just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review and make me aware of my mistakes so I can improve.

With love and respect, yours sincerely Alex .

-Musics For This Chapter In Order -

League Of Legends - Freljord
Fate/Zero OST - Silver Moon