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Tryndamere laughed a lot. Taric only stared at him, while his eyes were wondering about why he was so... Comfortable at laughing at things that are really important. So, after the barbarian king finished his petty time having fun, Taric was starting daggers at him.
"What is it, Taric? You serious 'bout this?" He asked, while the Gem knight just shook his head, turned his back to Tryndamere and started walking towards the stairway which was covered in snow and ice. The barbarian king stood idly for a moment, then walked after Taric, skipping a bit, probably to keep up to the speed which the Gem Knight was able to move at.
"Yes, of course I am serious. I never mock people. Or creatures." The gem knight replied. Tryndamere nodded and kept walking after him. After a few minutes, the barbarian king got the lead.
A few hours passed, lost in a silence. Tryndamere was always bragging about something, but Taric only listened. Nothing more than silent learning, as he called it later.
"You know... There is someone else in that tomb. Someone who guards it..."
"You talk about that guard as if you fear him." Taric mentioned.
"I fear no human!" Tryndamere snapped. "But... That thing... It just scares me..."
"What is that... Thing? Will you tell me Tryndamere? Because if I know, it will be easier for be me cut it down. Or kill it, if you may." The gem knight offered, stopping himself before a giant snow dune. The barbarian looked at Taric, confusion written all over his face.
"But how are you planning to beat it? It is said that the creature is immortal, that no one can kill it except its creator. And, as far as I know, it killed its creator. " Tryndamere explained. Taric nodded and they kept walking in silence, without knowing anything about that 'thing'. The gem knight kept thinking to himself, wondering if there was actually a champion in the League who was known for such... Achievements.
"Does that thing have a name, Tryndamere?" Asked the gem knight all of a sudden. Tryndamere snapped, turning and staring at Taric for a while. Then, he just sighed and sat on the snow, which was more like ice.
"They called his work a hack - job. Now, they are dead. He kept on becoming stronger and stronger while Noxus and it's allies waged war against all the world. We tried to unite, but couldn't. There were to many things that worried the other tribes, which disabled our ability of becoming a strong nation. Because of this, he kept feeding on the war and destruction we caused to each other. And when there was suffering, he called it a flavor. Then he started doing it. He started attacking us randomly, causing severe wounds to our lands. " He paused. Taric, as interested as he was, sat in front of him and put the question in his eyes. Tryndamere sighed.
"When the ursine were ambushed in the canyon... He knew. He laughed at us, for our inability to be aware. And then I realised, that if we actually had scouts, which was a thing we had to do, we could have known. We could have saved them. But he didn't stop there. One day, he freed himself from the chains and grabbed me. Flying off to the canyon, he showed me. Showed me how Volibear fought against Sejuani's hordes, all alone. One on many. Vultures waited for the broken shell, that once was a body. I saw the ursine, down to one knee. His enemies looked at him, with a smile of victory on their faces. He then looked up. Up to me. I-I saw it all. All of his pain, all of his hatred. I thought he would die then. But, Volibear alone would choose the day, he would become one with the storm." Taric was still captured by the story. He could say that Tryndamere had tears in his eyes.
"He raised hsi front paws in the air, lightning surged forth from the sky and clashed in them. A roar - one I have never heard and will never again hear - echoed that day through the whole of the Freljord. The ice and snow around him started breaking. It literally broke. Splitting, flying up to the sky. This was the moment he was supposed to die. But, when the lightning started raising him, attempted to make him one with the storm... He looked down. And with a loud cry, fell screaming from the seat of lightning. That day, I was truly afraid. Afraid for the only moment in my life. Because those screams were not meant for mortal ears! They were consuming, shocking, attempting to devour one's soul!" Taric started thinking about what such thing could cause so much fear in the heart of the only one who did not fear no man.
"His hands were covered with remains of the strom's embrace, his armor was shattered by the strength of the words. His eyes were never the same. Pure lightning emitted from his once calm, azure eyes. Then, the Winter's Claw was destroyed. Almost. He was on a rampage, mauling everything, cutting through armor, shields and such. It was horrific. i never thought anyone could muster such power. The Champions of the Winter's Claw attempted to stop him. Gragas, Sejuani, Udyr, Olaf... They were all doomed. The might of Lokfaar was not enough to stop this... This thing! His lightning leaped back at him, forcing the warrior to fight with his axes, but they could do Volibear no harm, as the Storm protected him as it's child. The battle ended as fast as it started. The only survivors of the Winter's Claw champions were Sejuani and Olaf, but the latest was at the brink of death."
"Why are you telling me all of this? Why don't you just tell me the name of the 'thing', and we will be done." Taric interrupted him. As much as he trusted Tryndamere, he didn't belive him entirely. He had seen all of those champions in battle, he knew that if this was true, the League would have been in a lot of trouble maintaining these powers. He started questioning Tryndamere's sanity, when all of a sudden his shoulders were grabbed and shaken wildly. When the barbarian was done, the gem knight was left dizzy.
"I am telling you this, because you have to know it! If you don't, you wouldn't be able to understand. You see, the 'thing' was barely holding me in the air when we left the castle, and by the middle of all this he was already flying freely, as if I wasn't there! He drains the whole being of war! It powers him! When he returned me, he waited until I put the chains back and powered them with Ashe's crystal material. The same she used to create her Enchanted crystal arrows she used on the field. When he saw it, he laughed and asked if he really thought that this would hold him. I believed him it wouldn't. " Taric started understating about whom Tryndamere was talking about. It was truly going to be a worthy opponent.
"The next day I retrieved Volibear's body, ordered my men to clear space in the crypts and placed him in the best coffin we had. Of course, after the one which... Ashe occupied... Then the 'thing' volunteered to become the guard of the tomb. I thought. I really thought for a long time. And I had to agree, if he would guard the tomb, no one would be able to leave it. This thing wanted to be safe, while I lost my people in the wars. He was going to become more and more empowered in the battles that I would lead. He is the aspect of war. " Taric knew who was that one.
"He is Aatrox."