It was only when the first rays of sun flickered down over her eyelids that Tryn slowly woke up, mumbling almost too low for anyone near her to hear. Her wound was healed as she slowly pushed herself to sit up, grasping her stomach. It seemed she had survived the night and her guts were safely inside, once more. When the nordic woman stood up she realized in shock the suppose Nightmare she had was true, proof lying on the floor; the sound of flys hover over the corpse of the fallen king, the Frost Archer, her beloved… Ashe!

The weak Tryn stood to her feet wondering slowly over to the remains, eyes still in tears. Her king was dead. The image haunted her as stared blankly soaking up the truth till finally she moved, finding some clothes in one of the abandon houses she came back outside to bury her Husband. "I have failed you greatly." Not only that she had been raped by her Husbands murderer and betrayed by her own body, by the Darkin blood in her. She kneeled down placing her hand over the dirt mound.

"I will atone for my sins..." She said now standing form the grave and walked to her mound, in the same place where she had left him upon arriving the day before. And thus, the proud warrior ventured down to the mountain, forcing herself to her own exile. She would not return to Freljord ever again till she had re-written her wrong doings. Not until she had redeemed herself.

With the thoughts in her mind her journey down the mountain brought her travels to a peacefully valley, much similar to the Freljord during Summer. Green grass and a nice and warm temperature. A smile shined in her lips as she spotted a lake of clear waters, able to even see the depths to na extend. For the first time in days she was at peace… Heading east toward the lake now to bathe and wash her body of the sin and markings on her flesh. Her body had just began scaring the wounds during her head on sword-fight against Aatrox.

As for Aatrox his thoughts had barely focused onto Tryn after she had left. He had woke up before her and headed out to stretch his wings and make sure his body was functioning perfectly. Reviving was always an exhaustive moment he had fucked Tryn intensively after such, increasing the charge over his stamina. Luckily there was a cavern where he spent a few hours before the sunrise, sat in front of a fire he had made and meditating to relax the sore muscles. A sigh escaped his lips as he made the way back, a faint regret he had taken things too far; farest than the rape after stating loving her.. When he had left Tryn alone in the snow, naked and with his hot cum still covering her thighs and over the melted snow, Ashe's body was a few meters away from them. That would be a sight to wake up… and fill her hate towards him.

Once he returned she was long gone, the horse nowhere to be seen. A quick search lead him to Ashe's grave and the Darkin walked to one of the cabins, wings wrapped around his body like a cape. He returned with the Archer's bow and arrows and pad his own respects to the worthy opponent he had faced. There was plenty of wood and though he thought a King's funeral should be in the fire, she merely write down 'Here lies Ashe, the Frost Archer. Noble King and Man, he died as he lived. With honor.'. The message was both for the dead and for him, knowing the atrocity of his crime; now Tryn had a reason to judge him. Without nothing else to do he left bow and arrows over the grave before summon an ancient Darkin magic and rose a barrier for nobody to ever profane such ground. It was the least Ashe deserved after being tortured by a rageful Aatrox. Spreading his wings he lunged himself up into the air and flew away, heading Northeast where Lissandra was waiting him; the Frozen would soon awake and he had a meeting to attend to.

It had been weeks since the incident now and he made his way towards an important valley in the mountains, one that hold great meaning for him. As expected, Lissandra's offer had been pitiful, to gain the support from One of Five, one of the last Darkins still breathing and alive. But somehow Aatrox didn't craved power of even to sate his carnal desires with Ice Witch, not even when Trundle offered hundreds of trolls for him to spar and sate his bloodlust. He had far more important business to attend to. Long, long ago he had truly loved someone, loved for the first time. But an angel had killed his beloved to stop a prophecy from becoming true. Since then, Aatrox had become a pit of rage and hate, one that had cursed his once angelic form and blood; which had then been passed onto Tryn when they had first met and his blood entered her wounds. He was, after all, the full reason of her rage and why her blood would boil with a gift of brief immortality.

Aatrox stopped a few miles from the cave, feeling tired and dizzy. He felt Tryn near but that was impossible, nobody knew about this place; the grave of his first lover. Not even now he could stop thinking about her and he was slowly being eaten inside for the things he had tone. Why was he gaining… remorse? Shaking his head he kept walking, passing by a tree where she had write down their names. He stopped for a moment to look at it, his left hand moving across the words carved in the wood before the lone Darkin let out a light huff, folding wings and walked forward into the depths of the forest in search of more orchids to bring.

Not far away, Tryn was still relaxing in the lake. The water was warm, slightly cold but perfect. Relaxing. And her sore body really needed that, her armor and clothing at the shore edge as she bathed desperately trying to scrub her body clean from the advents that occurred days ago. She still could feel it… his touch… his semen inside her… But all she could do is feel tears weld up her eyes. The loneliness hit her, she was all alone now. Her Ashe was dead! She thought about all the people that she lost.

Wrapping her arms around her body she held herself, slowly standing up, the water by her abdomen. A hand went down as she felt the scar in her skin, caused by Aatrox's fatal blow. She shivered but smiled, the demon had failed in breeding her. And she swore she wouldn't let him take her by force ever again. Looking at her reflection she stared at herself in the silence, sighing heavily. She was a mess! Suddenly the sound of a few birds wings flutter breaking her gaze from her own reflection. When she looked up she saw something most mysterious. Heading to the waters edge she saw a passage way she didn't see before down the mountain range.

"I know these roads well...but I never seen this path before." Stepping out of the water. Her curiosity brought her to path near the late. Soft steps as she made her way down the pass between the mountains. "Why does this seem so familiar...to me." Tryn whispered as she ran her hand along the wall feeling the rocks, flora and moss between her fingers till finally she reached the end of the pathway. Her eyes widen to the scene.

A large open area was covered in mountain range. Filled with runes. The air was heavier, yet somehow she felt as peacefully as before and a memory of burying Ashe came to her mind. She never seen such luscious greens at her feet as she furthered explored. All the rage she felt inside her seemed to dwindle now in this place the more she explored it. Upon her exploring she neared the end of the path. At its end was a Massive tree. In full boom filled with hundreds upon hundreds of flowers. When she reached the bark of the tree she noticed what appeared to be a headstone. Was this a gave? Kneeling down to the moss and vines that covered the stone. She brushed her hand over feeling the indents of the stone. All was unreadable expect for a few words which she whispered out loud to herself.

"Undying Spirit-"

Aatrox smiled warmly and happily as he picked up the flowers, getting a few roots or vines to tie the set of orchids, twelve in total. Leaning to take in a deep breathe, the so tormented Darkin sighed in relieve and slowly returned to that lone tree by the clear where they had first fell in love. How he had hated her for writing down his name for all to see; he had a reputation to hold. However surely nobody would ever think 'Troxy' to be 'Aatrox'. His eyes become wet as he blinked hard, shaking his head as a tear was to slide down his cheek due the happy memories suddenly flashing forward his eyes and filling his mind.

"One day I will kill her…" He muttered.

With a deep breathe he made his way by foot to the secret passage where he had buried her, absently following the path lost in his thoughts. He always felt his heart heavy each time he made that path, once every year. His breathing was slow and his eyes refused to cry. Once again he stopped and smelt the orchids, almost nuzzling them affectionately as if he could somehow stabilish a divine/spiritual link with his beloved. He made the last turn and took the path straight to the pass, finding some peace as the leaves brushed against his armor and skin. But then, all that changed. Aatrox stood frozen, eyes locked on Tryn's back. The orchids he held so tenderly suffered no harm as the boiling and building rage went straight to his throat and the words he spoke.

"HOW DARE YOU?! HOW~?! HOW have you found this place! I did not profaned Ashe's grave, I honored it! I left it! Held a barrier so none dares profane his body ever again! You have no right to be here!"

His body was trembling in rage but somehow, the reason why Aatrox was there, the hand holding the orchids was calm for respect and love to the memory of his love. Tryn almost jumped with the scare at the voice, something he actually never had heard from the Darkin like that. She didn't even bothered covering herself, the confusion visible on her look. All around her there were orchids. And the flowers in his hands were the same by the tombstone at the end of the pathway. Was he bringing flowers to someone he had lost?

Her heart leaped with in her chest and she whipped her head around giving him a wild animal look. Soon silence fell between the two as her eyes where casted to Aatrox's orbs but soon she turned to look at the tombstone she had discovered, the dead orchids laying before it and then to the ones he was holding so tenderly. Something inside her shifted almost pulsating. The mark that she had carried with her since birth now glowed a warm and inviting color. Just as the marking glowed there was a sudden changed in the iris of her eyes. Soon, a soft that could even send the powerful Darkin to his knees spoke

"-Troxy?" It was soft and almost angelic. Words that haven't been spoken to him for centuries now call out to a lost lover.

Time stopped for him. 'Troxy?'. That voice… Aatrox parted his lips to speak but no word exited them. Shivering, he swallowed dry as the hand that had been holding the orchids like the most value treasures he had lost strength and the flowers fell. His cyan eyes were locked on hers as he now hid no tears, letting them freely slide down his cheeks.

"Fey~?" His body was shaking, wings spasmed while folding as if he was about to be scolded and his head lowered in shame.

She breathed in a gasp when she heard her name. It was all to long since she heard her loves call to her aloud. She ran to him and quickly embraced him. His arms felt lifeless by his side before he suddenly rushed to her at same time, catching her with a smile and raising her, laughing and crying from happiness with arms and wings wrapping around him as a live aura irradiated from him. The glow that once had once covered him, body, armor and sword had returned. In a blink of na eye it was like a curse had been lifted as spirals of golden and blue swirled around them. His eyes were wet with happiness as he buried his face in her hair, breathing fast and quickly while trying to find the words. It took him almost a minute holding her like that before a low whisper was heard.

"Feylin..." He stared at her eyes, hands gently and tenderly holding her cheeks as his fingers brushed across the soft skin. "I thought... Kayle's blade...! How... how has your spirit... survived this long... h-how...?" A warm smile irradiated from Tryn's lips as she gazed up at him, trembling with emotion.

"I been searching endlessly in the sea of the Darkness for you. Its been so lonely with out your touch." Her hand slowly brushes over his chest" I've been here the whole time. Dormant till now... its because you. And this hoist I am awaken. I am now able to touch you like this."

He couldn't speak. His legs became weak for the first time in his whole life, not even Feylin would had witnessed him so weak. Aatrox fell to his knees hugging her waist and pressing his face against her abdomen, crying and trembling.

"I missed you..."

Her hands slowly rested on top of his head as she felt his face pressed into her stomach.

" I don't have much strength. This women is strong and I am weak. Oh~my dear Troxy… no one can keep me away from you...forever." With that said Tryn regained her true self once more a few seconds later and the mark dimmed and finally ceased glowing. Feylin rested…

Aatrox had been trembling as she spoke as he heard her words, grasping her more firmly as he kept crying, tears unable to stop rolling down his cheeks and across Tryn's belly. Trembling, he smiled a bit, eyes closed.

"I understand... M-mark? You mean the same I gave you? " He looked up before feeling her hand on his hair and sighed in relief. How long had he craved and missed that touch, her fingers in his hair. A blush crossed his cheeks. Did he felt attracted and draw to Tryn because she was the host for Fey' spirit. Did he loved Tryn or was all due Fey? But at the moment nothing mattered. And he was still speaking to Feylin. "I know. I have never forgot…I brought you flowers every year… your favourites...~I love you!" His voice trembled before he could finish, not realizing Tryn would be back in control as he spoke the last three words, words that he had always desired for Tryn to say to fill the hollow in his heart.

In a way, the more they had been battled over the years, the more he had grow to love her; maybe because Feylin but the Darkin had a feeling it was Tryn herself. She filled the whole that had been created in his heart since Kayle had murdered his first true love. As Feylin went to rest, Aatrox stood knelt in front of the naked woman, sobbing and crying and clearly helpless, wings pending from each side unlike the grip around her waist. Tryn was too surprised to fully understand what is going on, her body felt weak and she fell against Aatrox for support, holding his shoulders and heard him, too confuse to feel anything.

"Forgive me... I failed to~to protect you... Feylin... Forgive me my love, for I was the ruin of you and our child... " He confessed, unaware his words were now falling in Tryn's ears.

Perhaps Tryn was to listen, perhaps she wasn't after being back in control due the hate she felt. Aatrox's burden was too heavy and the pressure had to be relieved. It didn't helped the Darkin was now more emotional than ever and any secret he had would be revealed if Tryn was to dare ask what was going on. She recognized his words and this confession. But when she looked down a light gasp left her lips.

His body had significantly changed in appearance. He almost look angel to her. Her blurred vision now focused on his face hearing him confess those words to her. She didn't know why but her face instantly flushed up from the passion behind his words; they were true and she knew it. However soon she felt the pain those words brought as she pushed him away while stepping backward a few steps.

"What...did you do...what just happened?" She caused herself some distance between him.

She looked timid for once like a fawn startled. Her body still feeling this strange emotions, revealed by a soft innocent blush on her cheeks shared with another feelings; she was scared. Aatrox gasped as he heard her voice, almost cursing himself. Was he this exposed? Had Fey's presence left such a mark that his scar had been reopened? Suddenly he stood up, wings shaking.

"Your mark...! Your mark! Show me your back!" He asked demanding, panting and backing away as he stepped away, breathing heavily and not even caring about the fact she was naked, his eyes were locked on hers and such intense look was more than enough to cause Tryn any desire to cover herself. Still breathing fast he slowly gazed at his hands and armor; even his armor… he had never expected his heart to 'heal' like this, to bring 'Life' to him. Gulping, a shaking hand run through his long blue hair and brought some of the blue locks to his field of vision "This place..." He started replying and stared at her, actually blushing and acting in the defensive.

By now Tryn knew this was important for him, somehow. He wanted to shout 'LEAVE!' and be as immature or childish as he could be but if Fey was inside her… This was Feylin's grave. But at same time, this explained why he felt draw to Tryn. it wasn't only the Darkin blood in her. The nordic woman was his soulmate incarnate.

"I did nothing. I think it was… from that time. When I raped you..." Was it shame in his words? Shame that somewhere inside Tryn, Fey would be hearing such words and judge him and tremble in horror for the atrocities he would had done over the centuries. "I'm sorry. For all... Please leave..." He forced himself to plea, his voice so different than all the times they had faced.

Aatrox turned around, head low; a sight that perhaps would had brought joy and happiness to Tryn before but would cause only more confusion. And she was more confused than anything or she had ever been. He knelt to pick up the orchids with trembling hands, one by one. His body was a mess, shivering and trembling from all the emotions. When he turned around his eyes were wet from tears, that he could not hide, and the fact Fey was living inside Tryn had made him look at her. The eyes were the soul's mirror and by making eye contact even for a second he hoped for Fey to notice how he felt.

"I am sorry Tryn... Fey..." He repeated, the last word almost in a low mutter. The Darkin walked pass the naked woman, gazing at her back as wings folded slightly low, 'lifeless'. Kneeling before the mark he removed the old orchids and laid the new ones down, one by one. "I once met someone… I loved her." He glanced over his shoulder for just a second while walking pass Tryn but had been enough. "She had the same mark you have on your back..." His voice was filled with feeling and sentiments and he told her his story. For each orchid he laid down, he spoke and spoke. And he wished Tryn would stay silent and listen, to put down her hate against him and recognize the truth carried by his words never spoken to anyone else.

He told her about Feylin, someone with a similar temper to Tryn. How they fought and argued almost every day, and how they grow to love each other. Every good memory he had, he spoke with happiness and there was no hint of bloodthrist in his voice. Until he reached the last part of his story. The betrayal! The prophecy that had caused the angelic entity they had entrusted to marry them turned against. Kayle had killed his lover before his own eyes, murdered the baby in her belly. And Aatrox watched in shock only to be defeated like Tryn had been days ago after Ashe's death. As he laid the last orchid, the Darkin stood quiet, head low.

"End me if you please..."

He shrugged. He felt he deserved it. His conscience and moral had returned, and what he had done during his paranoia to be loved was now eating him alive. How could he, above all others, who suffered with the loss of his loved one, had done the same with Tryn. And he hated himself for it.

"Forgive me Tryn... Fey..." The Darkin repeated once again.

She stared at the creature watching his actions. She tried her best to gather what was happening, but it only lead to more and more questions. There was still anger despite his apology as Ashe could never be brought back. The mention of his true reasons and what his attentions where drew even more curiosity. Never once she knew what drives him. Why he did the things he did till now. Her sympathy fell on deaf ears. Although it was touching, what he did was horrendous. With her boiling blood, Tryn stepped forward and copied his coldhearted voice.

"After all you done to me you think this small sign of remorse will change anything?" She spat on the ground. "Your just heartless as your lovers killer. Robbing me of my own happiness." She looked over shoulder glaring. "I despise you with every breath I take." And then she left him with words colder than the Freljordians tundra, turning back and leaving.

And the lone Darkin remained alone, crying and defeated before Feylin's grave.