The Welcoming Frost
This is the first story I have ever posted on here and as it stands I am fairly new to all of this. This may reflect in my writing, but all the same I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated and encouraged and if any have any tips I would be overjoyed if you could share them.
Pantheon knelt in the shadows cast by the bushes and waited for his heart to stop pounding. The blasted rain still hadn't stopped but at least the clouds covered the sun and helped keep him hidden. He cast his eyes around him warily, half expecting an angry Riven to come barreling out of the jungle waving her massive sword around. As his ragged breaths slowed and returned to normal he thought back to the fight he had just barely escaped from. He was the only one on his team still in the fight and the only enemy champion not currently trying to hunt him down was Tryndamere, who Pantheon had felled with a lucky spear throw. In return Volibear had collapsed on his team's back line and torn Lux and Twitch apart in a matter of seconds. Pantheon had just barely managed to get away before that stupid bear got him a hold of him too. Now all that was left was to wait.
As Pantheon sat he waited for his summoner to give him some kind of advice, as he was kind of new to the whole League thing. However no advice came, which was a little strange, but Pantheon quickly dismissed it. As far as he was concerned a silent summoner was a good summoner. Just as he was about to stand up from his rather cramped position in the grass he noticed movement in the lane ahead of him. He quickly shrank back into the grass and observed. The figure stopped in lane and raised a bow in a ready position. "That would be Ashe," Pantheon thought to himself. He had heard stories of the Frost Archer even before he joined the League. He had spoken to her on occasion and she seemed to be a sincere person. Supposedly she plans to reunite all the clans that called the Freljord home. "A fools errand if you ask me." As Pantheon observed Ashe appeared to suddenly step back, as if surprised, and then glanced around her. At first Pantheon wondered what she could be looking for, but then it hit him. "Where are all the minions?".
Minions were nothing but mindless dolls and were meant to spawn in waves every few minutes from each teams Nexus. They basically served as cannon fodder and weren't really considered to be a threat. As Pantheon thought back he realized he had not seen a single minion, much less a wave of them, since he had been forced to flee from the team fight. He didn't have long to think on the subject though as he suddenly heard a surprised scream and saw Ashe fall to one knee in lane, with a large arrow sticking out of her shoulder. At first Pantheon grew excited as he thought it could be his team, finally back from re-spawning. He quickly dismissed the thought however as he saw a large group of shadowy figures surround Ashe and pull her weapon from her hands. "Something is very wrong." Pantheon thought to himself. He watched Ashe as she was pulled back into jungle by this strange figures. Suddenly Pantheon felt a very protective feeling come over himself and without really knowing why, he arose from the bushes and moved to follow the group.
As he walked he briefly thought to himself "Why am I doing this? She's an enemy champion." Pantheon quickly brushed the thought aside. If something was really wrong and he didn't help, Ashe could die. And if he let one more per-. He shook himself. No, he wouldn't think of that, it was in the past and there was nothing he could do to change it now. But he could try to make up for it, and that was exactly what he intended to do. When he entered the jungle he looked around in surprise, for he saw no one. He suddenly jumped back in surprise as Ashe came running around a tree a few meters ahead of him. She cried out in pain and fell as another arrow pierced her knee. One of the shadowy figures Pantheon had seen earlier came around the same tree. Pantheon experienced a moment of shock when he saw the man wore Noxian armor. He quickly realized however the armor appeared to be old and battered and was mixed with pieces of other, more foreign armor. However the surprise he felt earlier was just as easily replaced with a fierce rage, unlike any other he had felt before, as the man reached down and grabbed Ashe by her hair and violently pulled her upward. Pantheon's anger only grew as he saw the sadistic smile on his face. He heard the man say "Come on little Queen, we aren't done with you yet."
Pantheon wondered for a moment why he felt this sudden protectiveness for a person he barely even knew. He was still wondering this as he leaped forward and bashed his shield into the savages face. The man was knocked backwards but through a stroke of luck managed to stay on his feet. He looked at Pantheon in surprise, and retained the same look even as his luck ran put and Pantheon's spear drove upwards through his chest. Before the body had even dropped into the river Pantheon turned towards Ashe "Can you walk?" She nodded and attempted to stand but the wound in her leg caused her to collapse back into the water. Pantheon started to hear the shouting of Ashe's other attackers drawing closer. He looked down toward Ashe and, seeing the fear in her eyes, strapped his shield onto his back. He knelt down at her side and, as gently as he could, lifted her up in his arms.
This first part is fairly short as I wanted to see how it was received and act on any advice before posting the next part. If you like where this is going let me know. If not, let me know anyways. Advice is always welcome:)