***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
OKAY, INTERESTING NOTE FOR EVERYONE, THIS IS A PUBLIC APOLOGY.
I write my stories from my iPad, using the 'Pages' app. I also upload them using Fanfiction's mobile site. What was just brought to my attention was that, somewhere along the lines, my formatting is getting seriously messed up. I went on the desktop version of FanFiction today, and was amazed by how weird my stories look.
SO, currently, I'm working to clean up the stories. I am sorry if the look of them has messed with anyone over the past few months, I'm going to start using my Laptop to write the stories as soon as it is fixed!
If you have suggestions for what I could do to make it easier, please tell me in the reviews! My aim here is to give you guys stories that entertain your imagination and please your eyes to read, not bestow upon you an eyesore!
Special thanks to 'WaddleBuff' for pointing that out.
(FYI, I'm still Fanboying, just saying).
-HoneyBadgerDC.
Serylda sat with her half-siblings, Olaf, Udyr and Volibear by her side.
The room was silent.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jason spoke.
"Serylda, what's up? Why are we here?" He asked.
"I'd like to know that as well, I'm missing out on staring at my ceiling for this." Esmerelda growled.
Serylda looked at them, despondently.
She had been the Queen of the Winter's Claw camp for two weeks now, and in that time, she had received reports of everything from troll armies to ghostly riders on Ice Wyverns. The Freljord was about to implode, she needed her family right now.
She also needed to tell them the bad news.
"There's no easy way for me to say this... so I'll... I'll just show it to you" She whispered.
"Volibear, could you please bring in... you know" She requested.
He nodded solemnly, and walked out. A minute later, he walked in, gently carrying a statue of solid ice.
"Oh look at that, it's a statue of my Dad with his new found wh-" Esmerelda started, but was silenced by Jason.
His eyes widened when he realized what it was.
"Esmerelda, that's not a statue..." He whispered.
"What?"
"Look... it's... it's really them" He continued, horrified.
"What are you stupid? There's no way that's-" She began to argue, but was once again silenced, this time by a look from Olaf, Volibear, and Serylda.
"Oh my god... it's really them?" She asked.
Volibear, Udyr, and Olaf nodded.
Esmerelda went silent, and looked at the table, holding back tears.
"Esmerelda, I-" Serylda began to say, but was tackled to the floor by Esmerelda, who had leapt over the table that separated them.
"This is your fault!" Esmerelda screamed, rolling back on her feet.
"Esmerelda!" Jason cried.
Olaf, moving quickly, grabbed the frozen statue and carried it out of the room.
"No! Jason! If she had just stayed out of our lives, everything would be fine! Mom and Dad would be together, Dad wouldn't be frozen in a fucking block of ice, You and I wouldn't be miserable! Everything would be fine! But NO! She had to come and ruin everything!" She continued.
Serylda got up, it took every ounce of willpower she had to not tell this girl off.
"Interesting fact, Esmerelda, you lost your Dad, I lost both of my parents" She growled.
"You think I care?! I couldn't care less about what you lost! You're just a mistake my Dad made with that whore Sejua-" Esmerelda yelled, only to stop mid-sentence when Serylda's fist collided with her face.
She was sent flying across the room, and crashed into the wall.
She didn't have a minute to react before Serylda was on top of her, holding her up by the collar.
"Say what you want about me. Say whatever you want about how I ruined your life, but don't you ever, EVER, insult my mother!" She shouted.
Esmerelda spat in her half-sister's face.
"You little bitch." Serylda hissed.
"Come on, Miss-Take, show me what you got" Esmerelda said, mockingly.
Serylda went for another face punch, but was surprised when her fist collided with the wall.
"Too slow" Esmerelda replied, punching Serylda in the ribs.
Serylda gasped in pain.
"That's the problem with this whorish outfit of yours, it offers no protection. All it does is show off your massive chest. Your mom wore this outfit right? I guess you're just as much of a whore as she is" Esmerelda hissed.
"Esmerelda enough!" Jason yelled.
"Shut up, Jason! For once in your life, take my side on something! Choose your actual sis-"
Esmerelda thought her skull had been shattered by the uppercut she received.
"Ow." She groaned, hitting the ground, hard.
She then yelped as she felt her ankles being grabbed, bracing herself as she was lifted into the air, and slammed onto the ground again.
"Enough of this!" She cried, grasping her rapier from her side.
Swinging it blindly, she lightly cut her sister across the arm.
"Grah!" Serylda cried, releasing Esmerelda and backing up.
She looked down at her arm, the cut wasn't deep, but it hurt.
Esmerelda charged, her rapier swinging back and forth like a wind current.
As the blade speared through the air, a sickening crack was heard.
Esmerelda looked on in horror, Serylda had somehow slipped on the knuckles at her sides, and caught the sword between her fists.
Serylda flexed her arms, snapping the blade off of the weapon.
Pulling back, she lodged her fist into her sister's stomach.
Volibear, Udyr, and Jason winced at the sound it made as she twisted the weapon into Esmerelda's abdomen, the solid metal in the knuckles crushing the plate armor.
The dark haired girl collapsed, gasping for air.
Serylda stood over her, her face emotionless.
"Udyr" She muttered, sticking out her right arm.
He walked over, a visage of the phoenix appearing over him.
Putting out his palm, everyone watched as it glowed with white hot fire.
He then clamped it around the wound.
Serylda ground her teeth, but didn't make a sound.
That being done, she returned her attention to her sister.
Esmerelda was now panting heavily, but it was clear she wasn't badly hurt.
"Just end it." She growled.
"What do you mean?" Serylda asked, confused.
"Finish me off." She hissed.
"Why the hell would I do that?" Serylda inquired, even more confused.
"You mean, you weren't trying to kill me?" Esmerelda asked, stunned.
"No?" Serylda answered, "Were you trying to kill me?"
"As evidenced by the fact that I was stabbing my sword directly at your head, I thought that was self explanatory" Esmerelda retorted, sarcastically.
Serylda shrugged, and offered the girl her hand up.
Esmerelda ignored it.
"Look, you may not think of us this way, but in my view, we're sisters. From what I understand about siblings, they fight. It happens." Serylda said, crossing her arms.
"Sorry for calling your mom a whore." Esmerelda muttered.
"Apology accepted." Serylda replied.
"Anything else you want to apologize for, Esmerelda?" Jason asked.
"Nope that's pretty much it." She answered.
Turning to Serylda, she glared at her angrily.
"I meant everything else. Everything." She spat.
Taking her sword pieces in her hands, she whispered a few incantations, the blade reformed instantly.
She sheathed it, and re-took her seat.
Serylda nodded, and returned to her seat as well.
"So, besides to tell us the news of our Dad's... predicament, is there anything else?" Jason inquired, trying to move on from the event that had just occurred.
"Yes. Lissandra is moving her forces out, she's planning on conquering the Freljord, and then the rest of the world. I know she's already mobilizing her forces to attack my camp. I was hoping to have your assistance in defending it." She replied.
"I'll help" Jason agreed.
"So will I." Esmerelda growled.
They looked at her, astonished.
"I'm going to say this once, Serylda. I don't like you, I don't plan on liking you, I meant every word I said about you. I blame you for everything my family has gone through lately. I also think that you dress like a slut, you're basically asking for guys to stare at your tits."
"Esmerelda!" Jason scolded.
Serylda silenced him with a wave of her hand.
"But at the same time, you're a good fighter, and I'll respect that. Also, if I'm correct, this 'Lissandra' is the one turned my dad into an icicle. I'd like to slip my sword between her eyes for that." Esmerelda growled.
Serylda smiled, and stuck out her arm.
Everyone else looked on in surprise as Esmerelda shook her hand.
"I do have a condition, however." Esmerelda continued.
Serylda raised an eyebrow.
Two hours and one portal trip later.
Esmerelda knocked on her neighbor's door, she rarely spoke to either Rengar or Vi. While they didn't dislike each other, they didn't have anything in common. Not even the relationship with Fang was a common interest, as their son did everything in his power to annoy them.
The door opened, and the older Lion-Man walked out.
"Oh, Esmerelda, what brings you to my humble abode?" Rengar asked.
"I require Fang's assistance. Serylda has asked for my aid in a battle for the Freljord and-" she growled as she was interuppted.
"FANG!" Rengar roared, "GET YOUR ARMOR ON, YOU'RE ABOUT TO MAKE YOUR FATHER PROUD!"
"Dad, I told you I'm a pacifist, I'm not wearing that dumb armor" The voice of his son yelled back.
"PUT THAT ARMOR ON OR I WILL EAT YOU, BOY!" Rengar snarled.
"Oh my goddddd, Mom! Dad's threatening to eat me again!"
Vi appeared from what appeared to be the basement.
"Hello, Esmerelda. Rengar, why are you threatening to eat our son, again?" She asked.
Esmerelda smiled, this threat clearly wasn't uncommon.
"Esmerelda has invited him to join in a battle for the Freljord!" Rengar said, proudly.
"FANG YOU GET YOUR ARMOR ON RIGHT NOW, YOU ALSO BETTER GET THOSE METAL SHREDDERS I BUILT FOR YOU ON!" Vi shouted.
"Why should I?!" He yelled.
"BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, I'LL HELP YOUR FATHER EAT YOU!" She barked.
"Oh my godddd fineeeeee" Esmerelda heard him reply.
Vi looked at the girl, and nodded.
"Ooh! I'm going to get my armor on as well, this will be fun!" Rengar exclaimed.
"You and I both know you're not going to that fight" Vi replied.
"And why not?" He growled.
"We're having dinner at Ezreal and Caitlyn's tonight. You promised you wouldn't blow it off again." She answered.
"Invite the explorer and sheriff as well! This will be so much more fun then that stupid game night you force us men to do!" He said.
"Caitlyn doesn't fight wars anymore, and Ezreal is under the same restriction as you are, Rengar." Vi muttered.
"You want our son to go and fight this battle on his own?! The boy is only twenty years old!" Rengar growled.
"You and I were young when we began fighting. Besides, this'll be good for him, nothing makes you grow up faster then a fight!" Vi exclaimed.
He looked at her, and nodded.
"Also, you know you can't go because of your back" She continued.
"Woman, my back is fine!" He snarled.
He let loose a loud "OW!" when she flicked the base of his spine.
"Mom, Dad! How the hell do I put this thing on?!" Fang cried.
"What part?" They asked.
"Everything!" came the reply.
Rengar sighed, Vi facepalmed, Esmerelda giggled.
"Hold on you idiot, I'm coming to help you" Rengar growled.
Serylda was discussing defensive strategies with Volibear, Octavius, Udyr, Olaf, and Volstagg, their situation looked grim. Reports had just come in that a massive force of trolls was marching upon the Winter's Claw camp, they'd be here in a matter of minutes.
"Volibear, have the sickly, young, and old been evacuated yet?" She asked.
He nodded, "You've been held up in here for awhile, Serylda. Everyone has left the city, and is currently heading for Avarosan territory. All men and women who are able to fight are armed and prepared for battle."
She nodded back at him, "Good, we'll need as many people as we can get" She replied.
As she said this, she saw two portals open.
Out of the portal to her right, Esmerelda entered with a half man, half lion-like creature.
He had orange fur with black stripes, and bright yellow eyes. He had teeth like a lion's, with the exception of two very large fangs on his upper jaw.
He was wearing black, spiked armor, shaped to look like the skulls of vicious animals.
On his hands were massive, metal gauntlets. Each finger ending with a nasty looking blade.
"Sup dudeesssssss" Fang said.
Serylda raised an eyebrow.
"I'd recognize the son of Rengar anywhere" Udyr said, walking over.
"Duudeeeee, are you a tiger man too?" He asked.
Udyr sighed, "And the smell of the Watootoo plant as well" He groaned.
"Ahahahaaa, you said watootoo" Fang chuckled.
Esmerelda punched him over the head, prompting a loud "OW!"
As he complained about how that was unnecessary, Jason entered in from the portal on the left.
Beside Jason was a silver haired girl, she was wearing dark armor that covered her from neck to toe.
Her face was a light violet hue, with purple lips curved into a smile.
Her eyes were a brighter silver then her hair, with dark makeup covering the areas around them.
Her most interesting feature, however, was a glowing symbol on her forehead.
In her hand was a spear, with a crescent moon like tip attached at the end.
"Everyone, this is Luna, Luna, these are my sisters, Esmerelda and Serylda, Serylda's generals Volibear, Udyr, and Olaf, her friends Volstagg and Octavius, and this is..." pointing to Fang, "Fang, an acquaintance of mine, and friend of Esmerelda's".
"Howdy!" He greeted her.
"The son of Rengar and the daughter of Diana, forces greatly appreciated indeed." Volibear rumbled.
The girl, Luna, smiled and nodded her head.
"It is an honor to meet you all. My mother was very excited when the son of the legendary Summoner Badger came to visit us. Why he is legendary, I do not know." She said.
Serylda shuttered, from the conversations she'd had from her own mother, she could guess.
She stood up, and walked over, smiling.
"Jason, I think you've forgotten that Luna and I have met before" She giggled.
Jason blushed, slightly, Serylda was the reason why he had finally spoken to this girl.
"Although, I think inviting her to a war is a strange first date" She teased.
Luna giggled, Jason turned bright red.
"It's not a date! I mean it is, I mean! Uh.." He couldn't think of his words.
Luna hugged his arm, "I thought it was cute! I've been invited to League matches, dinners, lunches, coffee, but I've never been invited to a battle date before!" She said, smiling.
Her face grew darker for a moment, "I can't wait to show them the moon's power" She declared, grinning sadistically.
"Is the room getting darker?" Octavius inquired.
Jason gulped, Serylda smiled more.
Luna's expression changed when something hit her, the room returned to normal.
"Serylda, you aren't going to wear that outfit while fighting, are you? It'll take one arrow to kill you" She said.
Esmerelda had to stifle a chuckle.
"Yeah, Serylda! I mean, look! Someone could easily cut one of these off!" Volstagg said, placing his hand on her left breast.
Serylda turned bright pink, Volstagg grinned.
Octavius shook his head, "I'll always remember you, my friend"
"VOLSTAGG!" Serylda roared, punching him so hard in the chin he flew through the ceiling.
"WORTTTHHH ITTTTTTTTTT" He yelled as he soared through the air.
"Well, I suppose Volstagg won't be helping" Octavius groaned.
Serylda returned her attention to Luna.
"No, I won't be wearing my normal clothing for this fight. I have... something else, to wear" She replied.
As she said this, a loud trumpet was heard.
"They're here." Volibear growled.
"Is that the warning trumpet?" Jason asked.
"No"
A much louder trumpet was heard.
"That's the warning trumpet." He replied.
"Then how did you-"
"I can smell them from here."
Octavius and Fang raised their noses in response, then covered them.
"Gods that's awful" Octavius groaned.
"Duuudee, I know a plant that smells just like that in the Kumunguuu" Fang chuckled.
"Serylda, get prepared, I and the rest of your faithful warriors shall assemble at the walls and wait for your orders" Olaf said.
She nodded, and walked out of the room.
Olaf looked at the young adults around him.
Years ago, when he was their age, he had considered himself so grown, but now, they seemed like children to him.
"I would like you all to go with Volibear. He is in the rear guard, if I can help it, I'd prefer for you to not be put in too much danger." The Might of Lofkar requested.
"I'm rear guard?" Volibear asked, smiling slightly, "What fun is that?"
"A strong defense is a good offense, my friend. Should any get past us, or, gods forbid, we fail at the front lines, you will be waiting for them" Olaf replied.
The Ursine nodded, and signaled everyone to follow him. They left the room, leaving Udyr and Olaf alone.
"What about me, Olaf? Where has Serylda requested I go?" Udyr inquired.
"Serylda didn't request for any of us to go anywhere, I just didn't want Volibear at the front because he's a kill hog. You and I, Udyr, are going on the front lines!" Olaf yelled, merrily.
Udyr roared to signal his approval, and the two ran out of the room.
Serylda sat on what was once her mother's throne, her thoughts racing through her head.
"Two weeks in, and I'm already at war. Peachy." She muttered.
She looked at the statue of her parents, tears formed in her eyes.
"Dad... Mom... please, help me, show me what to do, I can't do this by myself" She whispered.
The lifeless statue offered no response.
Serylda clenched her teeth, angrily.
"It's not fair!" She yelled, punching the arm of the throne.
She stared into her father's lifeless, frozen eyes.
"I just met you! We were only just reunited, and now I have no one! I don't even have my mom! It's not fair at all!" She screamed again, slamming her arm down on the arm again.
The throne shook from the force.
Standing up, she looked at the statue again.
Originally, she had thought her parents looked forlorn in it, but now, looking at it, they looked kinda... happy...
Serylda smiled when she saw her mother's hand, it was clearly meant for Lissandra.
...Or was it?
Looking up, Serylda met the banner of the Winter's Claw, two massive battle axes, they signified strength, force, and willpower.
Looking at it closer, however, she noticed something she had never seen before.
There was a small button on the wall, it was high enough that if she jumped, she could reach it.
Putting all of her strength in her legs, she jumped, and hit the button as hard as she could with the palm of her hand.
She felt the room shake, and watched as the throne sunk into the ground.
"Oh.. my.. god" She whispered.
Walking over to it, the throne had disappeared into a staircase.
Serylda strengthened her resolve, and descended.
Lissandra looked at the walls of the Winter's Claw camp, and grinned sadistically.
Their soldiers seemed so lost without their precious Sejuani to lead them.
Looking at the soldiers on the ground, two familiar faces approached.
"Hello Olaf, Udyr, I haven't seen you since the good old League days. My, my, you two didn't age well. Then again, you were never very attractive" She teased.
Trundle laughed at the remark.
"Tell me, Lissandra, does yer icy dick have warts yet, due to bending Trundle over and fuckin him in the arse fer the past twenty years?" Olaf mocked.
Trundle stopped laughing.
"Lady Lissandra does not have manhood, you Winter's Claw scum" He growled.
"How do you know?" Udyr inquired.
Trundle looked stumped for a moment, and looked at Lissandra.
"You don't, right?" He asked.
Lissandra shook her head, good help was so hard to find.
"I've come here to demand your surrender. If you do so, all I'll do is force you into hard labor. When the Watchers return, you will have the options to join in a frozen paradise, or die a miserable death. If you don't surrender, I will kill all of you, down to the last woman and child." She stated.
Olaf and Udyr looked at one another.
"Tell ya what, ya icy hag, we'll surrender, when you kiss my frozen arse" Olaf growled.
Lissandra sighed, "So be it. It's a shame, too, I hate wasting people who would make good slaves."
With that being said, the two parties returned to their armies.
Lissandra behind a troll horde, Olaf and Udyr to the front lines.
"Why do you talk like that to people you don't know?" Udyr inquired.
"Makes me seem cooler." Olaf replied.
At the blowing of trumpets, the battle began.
Fang was not having fun.
He and Esmerelda had been assigned with the rear guard, making sure the back end of the wall was not slipped through.
He had expected to find no fighting here, but of course, he was wrong.
Due to the sheer strength of these trolls, most of the men assigned with them had either been killed, or grievously injured enough to be forced to fall back.
Fang himself had been shielding Esmerelda from swinging swords, clubs, and axes with his gauntlets.
Despite the inherent danger to himself, and his friends he refused to fight back.
To make matters worse, he was out of Watootoo plant, and wasn't even able to rely on the plant's strange effects to make him feel better.
"WHY THE HELL DID I AGREE TO THIS?! I'M A PACIFIST!" He yelled.
MILES AND MILES AND MILES AWAY AT EZREAL AND CAITLYN'S HOUSE
Rengar looked up from the Monopoly board. He clutched his chest, he was dying inside.
"Fang, what the hell are you doing? Stop using your Gauntlets as shields and rip something apart!" Esmerelda growled.
"You know that I'm a pacifist! My family has done enough fighting and has crushed enough skulls for the next six generations!" He replied.
"What kind of Tiger-man are you?!"
"THE KIND THAT DOESN'T SLICE EVERYTHING HE SEES!"
They dodged a large strike, separating for a moment.
Fang, due to his strong legs, landed farther away, and out of the thick of it.
Esmerelda, however, managed to get herself surrounded.
Fang watched in horror as his vision of her was obscured by the massive creatures.
He then smiled, relaxing slightly, when they backed up.
Esmerelda was swinging her rapier left and right, the razor sharp sword looked like a whirlwind of steal.
This failed, however, when one of them raised it's club, allowing the blade to get lodged in it.
Fang's eyes widened when the sword was wrenched from his friend's grasp.
With a swing of his club, one of the trolls smashed into Esmerelda, sending her flying.
"NO!" Fang cried, his blood began to flow faster through his being.
Jumping between his fallen friend and the monsters who had hurt her, he did his best to look intimidating.
He could tell that they were laughing at him as they approached.
"Roar!" Fang yelled, the laughter grew.
He looked at Esmerelda, she was unconscious, it was impossible to tell how badly wounded she was.
Fang sighed, and curled his hands into fists.
"Stay asleep for now, Esmerelda, I don't want you to see this" He growled.
The trolls roared, and attacked the Lion-Man.
Fang allowed his instincts to take over, using one troll's own propulsion against him, he leapt up and placed his palms on it's shoulders, slamming it head first into the solid stone walls.
"That was... That was... EXHILARATING!" He yelled.
The next one game, then another, then another.
Fang went to work, punching and kicking, he didn't want to fight, he refused to take a life, but if he had to do battle, knocking them out wasn't too bad.
Unfortunately, they didn't stay down long, and began to overwhelm him.
Gripping him by the arms, they restrained him.
"You bastards, let me go!" He snarled.
They laughed as their comrades got up, they laughed at this bestial creature who refused kill.
"I said... LET. ME. GO!" He roared.
Fang did something he had never done before, opening his jaws wide, he tore into the arm of the troll holding his right arm, causing it to release it's grip.
At the taste of blood in his mouth, something within him snapped.
His pupils changed, instead of the eyes of a man, they grew more cat-like in nature.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he lifted the other troll with one arm, and bashed it on the ground.
He spread his palms, allowing the razor sharp talons in his gauntlets to shoot out.
Stabbing forward, he shoved his right hand straight through a troll's abdomen, the creature shrieked in horror as it's intestines spilled out.
Fang couldn't care less, he laughed in sadistic battle lust, his primal instincts overwhelming him.
Grabbing another troll by the head with his left gauntlet, he crushed it's skull.
The others backed up, their laughter had ceased, replaced by looks of sheer terror.
"Lesser creatures, YOUR HEADS WILL ADORN MY WALL!" He roared, charging into their lines.
MILES AND MILES AND MILES AWAY AT EZREAL AND CAITLYN'S HOUSE
Rengar's grip on his chest loosened considerably, he felt a change in the atmosphere. A wicked grin crossed his face.
Esmerelda slowly opened her eyes, her vision was blurry.
Looking around her, she could see the bodies of trolls sewn everywhere, some were ripped asunder, others had their rib cages open, some were still twitching.
"What... What happened?" She asked, slowly getting to her feet.
As her eyes cleared, she could make out someone, someone big, single handedly fighting a squadron of trolls.
Finally, her eyesight cleared enough to see him.
It was Fang, her sweet, innocent, vegan, pacifistic friend, tearing trolls limb from limb with not only his claws, but his teeth as well.
She cringed as she saw him rip out a troll's throat with his razor sharp fangs.
The trolls were retreating now, so terrified of the Tiger-man in frenzy.
He wouldn't let them escape, though, not after they hurt his friend.
Leaping into their midst, he swung in a circle, taking the heads off at least two of them.
He roared savagely, and smiled a sadistic, blood stained grin.
As he lifted one troll by the hair of his head, he drew his hand back, getting ready to split it's face open.
"FANG!"
He stopped when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his abdomen, and a face bury itself in his shoulder.
"Fang, stop! You've won! Stop!" Esmerelda cried.
He looked at her, his eyes were wild with fury.
"Es.. merelda?" He whispered.
He dropped the troll in his hand to the ground, the defeated warrior grunted, and fled.
"Please" She was trembling, "Please stop" she begged.
She felt his labored breaths slow, and watched as his cat-like eyes returned to normal.
He collapsed on the ground, falling to his hands and knees.
"Esmerelda... I... I killed them, I killed all of them..." He said, his voice ragged.
She looked at him, pitifully.
She placed her hand on his shoulder as he threw up.
"I killed them without mercy, they didn't even have a chance" He whimpered, looking at his blood stained gauntlets.
Grabbing snow from the ground, he quickly washed the blood out of his mouth and muzzle, and wiped it from his hands.
"I still feel it, it's so heavy, I... I didn't mean to... I'm... I'm a monster" He whispered, shaking.
He stopped, however, when he felt a hand on his cheek.
"Fang, you did it because you had to, you did it to save me, you're not a monster, you're a hero" She whispered, helping him to his feet.
Taking his head in her hands, she brought him face to face with her.
He looked her in the eyes.
"You're my hero" She whispered, and kissed him.
Jason stood back to back with Luna, the two were chatting idly while killing enemies left and right.
"What's your favorite color?" He asked, bisecting a troll.
"White!" Luna replied, impaling a foe on her spear.
"Like the moon?" Jason inquired, this was getting annoying fast.
"Wow! How'd you know?!" She asked.
Jason sighed, after this was over, he was never going to talk to this girl again.
"Hey, Mr. Volibear, behind you!" Jason yelled.
Volibear didn't bother to look, he just swung his paw, knocking a troll backwards.
He snarled, he hadn't expected the front lines to be broken this quickly, then again, these men hadn't seen war in over twenty years.
"Olaf! If you're still breathing, what's the plan?" He bellowed.
He wasn't surprised when he didn't get a response, but rather a loud "REAARGHH!".
"What the hell was that?" Octavius asked.
Volibear smirked, "Precisely that, Octavius, Hell. Hell for them" He replied.
They watched as Olaf and Udyr came into view, Olaf was swinging his axes like a wild-man, Udyr constantly switching between the abilities of the four elementals.
They decimated a squadron of warriors in seconds, Olaf's axes twirling like a blender, Udyr's flames and Tiger-strike attacks tearing opponents to ribbons and burning them to a crisp at the same time.
"Look at them go!" Luna yelled, excitedly.
"That, children, is what Champions were like back in the day" Volibear chuckled.
Inspired by the two, the allied forces rallied, and charged.
Under this new savage assault, the trolls fell back, the men and women of the Winter's Claw uttering cries of victory.
Lissandra's eyes narrowed, she hadn't expected this much resistance.
Terrified trolls ran past her for dear life, not stopping for a second.
"Trundle, my dear, please go 'persuade' our troops to regain their composure. I will deal with these weaklings" She growled.
He bowed, "Yes, Lady Lissandra".
Roaring, he charged over to his fleeing comrades, and began shouting orders in a crude and disgusting language.
They, however, ignored him, and continued to flee.
Trundle shrugged, and pursued them.
Lissandra turned her sights back to her enemies.
She sighed, "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself" She growled.
She could see that the champions of the Winter's Claw camp, as well as many warriors, were charging straight at her.
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" She screamed, pointing her palm at the ice.
From her feet, a shockwave erupted, slamming into the opposing forces, knocking them into the air.
Volibear grunted in pain, he had been slammed harder then the others, due to helping to lead the charge.
His white fur was stained red, he had been impaled in the arm by a shard of ice that had shot out of the ground.
He ground his teeth together, and ripped it out.
Tossing it away, he got to his feet.
Olaf and Udyr had slightly recovered, Udyr was largely unscathed, most like due to the Turtle's miraculous defensive abilities, Olaf, well, Olaf didn't really acknowledge if he was hurt or not.
Turning his eyes to his young charges, he grunted in relief when he saw that, with the exceptions of some large bruises, and the loss of consciousness, they were okay.
Turning his eyes back to the witch, who was now only the length of a football field away from him, he snarled.
"Olaf, Udyr, it looks like we are the last line of defense, are you ready?" He asked.
"I was born ready." Udyr replied.
"LET ME AT'ERR!" Olaf cried.
Volibear, Udyr, and Olaf roared, and began to run, but halted in their tracks when they heard a familiar voice.
"LISSANDRA!" It screamed.
Lissandra smirked, the fools were actually going to attempt to fight her head on.
As she raised her hand to the sky, she paused, her frozen heart skipping a beat.
"LISSANDRA!" She heard a voice scream.
Looking at one of the larger glaciers that had formed due to her attack, she stepped back in terror.
Standing on it was an enemy she hadn't seen in nearly a millennia, someone who should've been dead long ago.
A tall, young woman stood on the ice, her long silver hair flowing in the wind.
She was clothed in shining blue armor, the likes of which resembled the color of a raging ocean. It was sleek, and covered her from the nape of her neck to her heels.
At the belt and wrists were white furs, those of ancient Tundra Wolves, a beast long since extinct, a cloak of the same material on her back blew in the wind.
Lissandra shuttered, she had been the cause behind their extinction, their pelts protected them against her magic, she had used her servants to deal with them.
The woman's eyes, blue as ice, cold as the winter, glared at Lissandra with with hatred.
"S- Ser- Serylda?!" The witch stuttered, "No! That's impossible! I killed you! You're a frozen statue in my cave! How is this possible?!" She screamed.
The woman didn't respond, merely jumped into the hair, a massive, spiked flail spinning in her hands.
Serylda leapt from her perch on the glacier, landing right in front of her sworn enemy.
Lissandra looked absolutely terrified, though she didn't know why.
"You! You're supposed to be dead! I watched you die! I committed the act! How are you here?!" Lissandra cried.
Her only response was a flail ball smacking into her core, sending her rocketing back.
Lissandra snarled, "HOW DARE YOU DEFILE ME!" She roared, "I KILLED YOU ONCE, I'LL DO IT AGAIN!"
"Bring it, Ice Bitch." Serylda growled, charging, spinning the flail in her right hand, her battle axe cleaving in her left.
Lissandra darted to her as well, her arms becoming buzz-saw like weapons.
Serylda ducked, barely dodging one of the lethal tools, and swung her axe up.
Lissandra raised her chin, narrowly avoiding having her face cut in half.
Swinging in diagonal, then a horizontal, and finally vertical cuts, she released a torrent of madness and fear induced strikes.
"DIE, DIE, DIE!" She screamed.
Serylda dodged these, and looked at her foe, confused.
This was the woman who beat her parents? She didn't seem skilled, she seemed psychotic.
Serylda didn't stay on that thought, though.
She kept her assault going. Slinging her axe over her back, she began ricocheting her flail off the ground and into her opponent's defenses faster and faster, as though it were a whip, and not a metal ball on a chain.
This assault caused her enemy to jump back.
Lissanda began to panic, she was losing.
Summoning an ice wall, she was surprised when her attacker merely leapt over it.
The witch's eyes narrowed.
"You're not Serylda." She stated, angrily, "That aggressive idiot would've just smashed through the ice, she wouldn't have thought to simply jump over it. Who are you, pretender? Where did you learn these skills?" She growled.
"Who are you, pretender? Where did you learn these skills?" Lissandra inquired.
Serylda smirked, time to mess with the witch's head again.
"My name is Serylda, I am queen of the Winter's Claw camp. I've come to reign down destruction and misery upon you, Lissandra, and make you pay for your crimes against the Freljord and it's people!"
Lissandra growled, "Girl, you know not who you pretend to be".
"I don't pretend to be anyone. My name is Serylda, Serylda Badger, daughter to Queen Sejuani of the Winter's Claw and Summoner Jay Badger of the League of Legends. I don't have a title yet though, maybe we'll make it 'Witch Slayer', what do you think of that?" She declared and asked, smugly.
Lissandra smiled, then grinned, then began to laugh.
"Hold on! I need a minute to laugh at my own stupidity!" She cried, clutching her stomach.
Serylda didn't give her the option, and quickly resumed her attack, taking her axe from behind her back again, she swung it.
She was shocked, however, when Lissandra caught her axe in mid air.
Serylda dropped, releasing the weapon just as the Witch froze it solid, then shattered it.
Lissandra's laugh turned to a slight chuckle, then a mild giggle.
"I really must be on edge, I thought you were Serylda, the legendary warrior from history, but now I see that you're just some wannabe rat, just like your mother" she mocked.
Serylda snarled, no one insulted her mother.
Swinging her flail, she attacked again.
She cried out in agitation when Lissandra caught this, too, and shattered it.
"My fun is over now, girl, you have embarrassed me in front of both my subordinates and your own. It's time for you to die." The witch hissed.
Serylda smiled, and reached to her sides.
Slipping her hands through her knuckles, she charged again.
Lissanda watched in amusement as blue energy formed in her opponents hands, she had seen that summoner used this same trick.
It occured to her, however, that this girl was not only reinforcing her strength, but the strength of the metal as well.
Her eyes widened, and she raised her arms up, encasing herself in ice.
"HYEAAAAAH!" Seryla cried, jumping up and slamming her fist into the structure.
The strength of the blow shook the earth around, a beam of light reflecting off of it, and blinding all.
When sight returned, Serylda's fist was lodged into the now-cracked ice, however, she had not broken through her enemy's defenses.
Lissandra chuckled, "That was very impressive, but it will take a lot more then that to break through my impenetrable defenses!"
"RRRRROAAAARRRRRR!"
Serylda smirked, and leapt back, leaving her brass knuckle lodged into the ice.
Lissandra turned her gaze to the sound, a massive boar was charging towards her, encased in armor similar to that of the girl's.
The animal looked like a speeding locomotive, it's target, Her.
"Well shit, that'll do it." She said, and was sent flying as Bristle rammed into her, smashing the ice like it was glass.
Serylda watched as the witch smacked into the ground, and rolled, that had clearly been a devastating blow to her.
She didn't give her foe any time to recover, however.
With one swift movement, she was on top of her, Lissandra's fractured helmet in her hands.
Lissandra cried out as she felt the girl pull on the headpiece.
Ripping it off, she was surprised to see that Lissandra was not fully human.
the top of her head resembled that of a cat's, large, white, fluffy, furry ears became visible with the helmet's removal.
Serylda smirked, her enemy looked so stupid.
Lissandra felt her helmet come off, and yelped.
"Not in front of my slaves! Not in front of my enemies!" She cried.
"Look at you, begging like a dog. It suits you, Ice Witch, being on your knees, I imagine it's why the Watchers were so fond of you. How many of them did you have to suck off before you gained that appearance?" Serylda mocked.
Lissandra twisted onto her knees, her cold eyes meeting Serylda's.
She smiled sadistically as she reached out desperately, and grabbed hold of the young girl's arms.
"I've got you now! In mere seconds, you're going to be a frozen statue! For what you've done to me, I won't even use you as a trophy! I'm going to smash you into pieces! Scatter you on the wind! Get ready to die for this act of insubordination!" She cackled, madness and desperation in her voice.
Serylda chuckled, "You look so adorable now! You look like a kitten-woman that's trying to be scary, but you're so fluffy it's funny!" She laughed.
"DON'T LAUGH AT ME, GIRL!" Lissandra hissed, and summoned all of her magic to her hands.
"DIE!" She screamed, feeling the rush of winter's power flowing through her arms.
Serylda looked at her, and raised an eyebrow.
"Wha- what? What's happening? Why aren't you freezing! I'm commanding the cold to kill you, to chill your bones, but nothing is happening!" Lissandra cried.
"Oh yeah, it's this cool outfit I'm wearing, it's actually something you should be familiar with. Personally, I like showing off what I've got, but this is a little treat I found just for you. It's called Frostguard armor, invented years ago for the original Serylda to fight you. Apparently, she thought it would be unfair to fight you wearing it. I on the other hand-" She began to say, and noticed that the chunk of ice her knuckle had been stuck in had landed on the ice next to her.
She reached down, and slipped her now-free knuckle on again.
Bashing it across the witch's face, she smiled as the ice surrounding it shattered, and her opponent cried out in pain.
"I like to fight dirty." She continued.
Grabbing Lissandra by one of her ears, she punched her in the face again, smashing her nose.
Another grab from mid air, another punch, Serylda heard a crack.
Looking down, she could see that Lissandra's face was cracking, as though made of ice itself.
"Stop... please..." The witch whimpered.
Another punch, Lissandra was on the ground, defeated.
Grabbing her enemy's head with one hand and holding it down, she repeated the punch with the solid steel weapon, again, and again, and again, until the left side of the Witch's face was coated in blood.
Labored breaths filled Lissandra's lungs when Serylda stopped, and walked away.
"Legends say that you were a god, Lissandra. I know this not to be the case. You're not worth finishing off, I'll send my dogs for you later." Serylda said without turning.
"You insolent bitch... I am a god! I am a-" Lissandra coughed violently, blood spilling out of her mouth.
"You're not a god. Gods don't bleed." Serylda mocked, and walked away.
Lissandra swung up on her knees and raised her right hand, her left one limp at her side.
A beam of light shot down from the cloudy sky, engulfing her.
Hatred and fury filled her one working eye, as she screamed her last words.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK SUCH BLASPHEMY, I AM A GOD! DIE MORTAL, DI-"
SMASH.
Lissandra's skull crumpled.
SMASH.
Maddening screams escaped her body as she died.
SMASH.
Black, jagged ice shot up from the ground around the witch, glowing inscriptions and runes blazing bright on the frozen battlefield.
SMASH.
The runes glowed bright as the sun, then died down, the black ice disintegrated.
SMASH.
Lissandra's body was crushed into a bloody puddle under the force of the club.
SMASH.
Serylda turned around, stunned.
Standing over Lissandra's destroyed remains was the one person Serylda didn't expect to help her.
"Stupid witch, who's the slave now?" Trundle growled, slinging his bloody club over his back.
"Trundle?!" Serylda, Udyr, Volibear, and even Olaf cried in shock.
"Yup. Saw my chance, took it, and guess what? I follow my own rules now. Gotta love the Freljord. You're welcome, little Sejuani." Trundle chuckled in reply.
He turned around, and began to walk away.
Without facing her, he spoke.
"That was a good fight you had with the Witch, little Sejuani, you have earned my respect. Lissandra lost mine the second she allowed herself to become overwhelmed with madness. I don't pretend to be the smartest troll, but I'm a rational one. I'm leaving now. My trolls and I are going back to the northeast."
"You're not going to fight me?" Serylda inquired.
"Why bother? You just gave me control of a third of the Freljord. If I decided to fight you, I'd give myself a 40 to 60% chance of defeating you, based off of the fact that you just shattered Lissandra's head. I also don't think your friends would let you fight me one on one. No, I'll take my new territory and go, it was a pleasure doing business with you, little Sejuani." He answered.
Serylda nodded, and turned to leave.
"One other thing, little Sejuani" Trundle said.
"Stop calling me that."
"Whatever you say, little Sejuani. Anyways, I wanted to inform you, that statue that was delivered to you, it's empty. There's no one in it." Trundle replied.
Serylda's eyes widened, "What?!".
"Lissandra knew about controlling ice, but nothing of it's weight. The Summoner and Sejuani, they aren't in that thing. My bet is the tricky mage pulled something off. I seem to recall he was very good at doing that years ago, bastard robbed me of a lot of kills in the League."
"Do you have any idea where they are?!" Serylda asked, hopeful.
"Do I look like a fucking mage to you? I've told you what I know, go fix your own problems. I've got faith in you, little Sejuani. Go get something done. I'm going now." Trundle growled, and stalked off.
Serylda watched him and his army disappear into the blizzard, then slumped to the ground.
Bristle walked over to her, oinking quietly. She looked at the armor on his head, it was caved in from the impact he had made.
Getting up, she tossed the heavy load from his cranium, allowed him to shake his head freely.
"Come on, Bristle, let's rejoin everyone, we've got a lot of work to do." Serylda said, stroking her friend's muzzle.
"Jay..."
Badger's eyes opened, his vision was hazy.
"Jay...?"
They opened wider, revealing a sandy beach, the sound of the nearby ocean eased his ears. From the lighting, he could see that the sun was setting.
"Jay!"
He shot up, looking around.
"Sejuani!" He cried, placing his hands up.
He offered no resistance a soft hand to gently lay him back down.
"It's alright, we're alright, you saved us." a familiar voice cooed.
He looked at the gorgeous woman at his side, Sejuani smiled at him.
"What... happened?" He asked.
"You teleported us away at the last second, AS we were being frozen. The strain of the magic knocked you into a comatose state, however." She replied.
"How long have I been out?" He asked.
"A little over two weeks. On the bright side, I got to enjoy the sun a little bit, you teleported us to a gorgeous island" Sejuani giggled.
Looking at her, he realized she was wearing almost no clothing.
He couldn't help but look at her large chest.
She blushed, and turned away, causing him to realize he was staring.
Looking at himself, he realized he was also stripped down.
"Why are we...?"
"It's been very, very hot here. I'd prefer us to not die of heat stroke, that'd be really ironic, wouldn't it?" She asked.
He smiled, and let his head rest back.
"Wait, what about Lissandra?" He inquired, alarmed.
Sejuani stood up, and looked out at the ocean.
She crossed her arms.
"I don't know how to explain it, but... I think she's gone. I've felt a weight on my shoulders all my life, and it's lifted now. I can sense that the Freljord is a better place." She whispered.
He stood, and wrapped his arms around her.
"If you'd like, I can teleport us back to the Freljord, I think I've recovered enough" He whispered, rocking her back and forth.
"If it's all the same, I'd like to spend a few more days here, just the two of us" She replied, quietly, "You and I have never spent more then a few days at a time together, and we still have so much to catch up on".
"Okay then." He responded, warmly.
She blushed slightly as she felt his left hand rub against her stomach, his right hand clutching her right breast.
She turned her head to look at him, he turned his to look at her.
They smiled as they kissed.
"At long last, you're all mine" She thought to herself as the sun set.
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