A/N: Oh yeah, if there is a champion whose lore you would like to see mentioned or if there is a storyline you want me to follow as well as Eniah's please let me know. I purposely left some plot divisions in the last chapter for that reason.


Michael stood at the warp statue in the central gardens of the Institute, wrapping the thickest cloak he could purchase around himself. Unlike the one in Demacia, this one was made to act as the link between every city and major outpost, not just districts. Due to the vastly increased distance and mana cost, warp crystals could only be used by full fledged summoners and champions, leaving most to walk. Fuck Hazel, he muttered for the sixth time. Since Freljord has yet to be accepted as a city state, there was an outpost garrisoned by League soldiers at its border. Even the hardened soldiers were no fans of the frost and the Winter's Claw was notorious for its hostility to outsiders. Mentally bracing himself for the inevitable chill, he held up his crystal and waited for the pull of magic to beckon him across the gap in space.


Valor perched atop Quinn's helmet as he looked around the League outpost. Everywhere the two turned, hardy men went about their lives, enduring the day's tasks until they'd be relieved of their posts and freed to another night of drinking. Not one of the men was smiling. Truthfully, Quinn could see why. She proved ill prepared for the cold of the north. Every part of the outpost left her on edge: the barren paths devoid of emotions, the chilling touch of the ice, even the ragged air that bit into her lungs with each breath. As inconspicuously as possible, she paid an Avarosan merchant for a tribal cloak and headed north for the frost archer's main camp. After making a bid of headway, she set camp in a small, hidden grove and after a sparse meal of tacks and dried fish, settled down for the night. Valor softly cooed and nestled into her chest until they heard the muffled trudging of footsteps crushing through fresh landed snow. The azure eagle immediately cocked his head and took flight, the shroud of night doing little to hinder the hunter's vision. Silently, Quinn positioned herself and gripped the handle of her crossbow in anticipation. She closed her eyes and let her ears ferry information of her surroundings. Spying the apparently crumpled body of a passed out traveler, the intruder rushed forward as Quinn rolled to her feet. "Valor, now!"

Almost instantly, Valor fluttered in a storm of quills that struck the intruder, allowing Quinn to dash forward and fire off three bolts that threw the cloaked figure to the ground. Standing above her would be assailant, she put on her coldest glare and stuffed a bolt into his mouth, stifling his shout of alarm. She moved in for a closer look and stumble back. "Why the fuck are you here, Michael?" she yelled.

"Yo, Quinn, you're looking sharp," he smiled sheepishly as he stared nervously at the sharp bolt between his teeth. "No pun intended..."

"Answer the fucking question."

"If you give me a kiss," he laughed. Just noticing how awkward they must look, crimson flooded her cheeks as she rushed off of him. "That works too, I guess. Do you always shoot at strangers?"

"I shoot at people who tail me on missions. Now talk."

"What mission? I don't know anything about whatever Prince Jarvan's making you do, but I'm on a little quest of my own." The two spent the next hour sharing stories of how they each ended up in the god forsaken north.

"Wait, you bet on a complete rookie who was drunk off his ass?" She laughed heartily. "You fucking moron! You totally deserve whatever shit the frozen turkey puts you through."

"Hey, you weren't there to hear High Summoner Ashram talk about his Judgment." Seeing her puzzled look, he continued. "High Summoner Ashram told us he beat two silver ranked summoners during the test. That has never happened. Two were sent instead of one because we heard that he held legendary beasts locked inside his soul or something. He left them gibbering wrecks."

"Seriously?" she sounded impressed. "You couldn't tell considering how stupid he acted. I mean, c'mon, dive a fully farmed Corki with only one bloodthirster?"

"He didn't know and his mind was too muddled for me to help him, but I have a feeling the League might place some restraints on him after he really makes his debut."

"Alright, fine, so Prince Jarvan's friend is a bit more than he seems, but it was still stupid to bet on a rookie."

"True enough. Any idea where Anivia lives? I just know its somewhere in Freljord."

"If I have to guess, she is allied to the Avarosan so she should be nesting near their main camp."

"Ok. Mind if I tag along until then?"

"Yes, I do mind. Anyone traveling with a summoner may as well dress like a circus whore and start dancing down the street. Why do you think I'm wearing an Avarosan cloak, idiot? I'm spying. Now go on you merry fucking way and try not to get killed," she glared, her former annoyance having returned somewhat.

"Fine, I will. You're just pissy 'cause a total amateur snuck up on you," he said in mock pout.

"Whatever, you only found me because of the snow. You're ass better be gone tomorrow or I'll have Valor sick you."

"Oh yeah, about the snow..." Michael quickly whispered a few words and mounds of snow formed to fill their footprints, leaving an indistinguishable replica of the surrounding landscape. Rolling out their sleep gear, the two quickly fell into slumber.


Morning found the two just outside of what they expected to be a few dozen leather tents scrambled around a makeshift watchtower. "This is the new capital of Freljord," Michael breathed in awe as he beheld what could have passed as a flourishing citadel on par with either Demacia or Noxus. The main camp was lodged into a mountainside, seemingly dug out of the permafrost, a testament to the steadfast resolve of its denizens. On an overhang above the pass stood Ashe's new residence, a towering castle seemingly forged of ice overlooking her new capital.

"So this is Ashe's dream, 'to forge a nation out of the frost,'" Quinn quoted a recent interview the princess had given.

"A tad more than just a dream now."

"This is where we go our separate ways. You go in like every other summoner arriving to congratulate Ashe and Tryndamere's new alliance and I go take care of business."

"Fine but you weren't asked to shoot someone were you?"

She whirled on him, looking genuinely offended. "Say that again and I really will shoot you," she hissed. "I am a ranger, not one of Noxus' assassin dogs."

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," he said, backing into a naked pine. As he watched Quinn reenter the forest, he made his way to the guards at the gates. Flashing his summoner identification, he swiftly strolled behind the gates as they clanged shut.


A/N: First, I apologize for the late update and short chapter. I just moved back into my college and things have been a bit hectic with the first days of class and all. I have this and another story I am trying to balance though this does take priority over the pokemon fanfic so please bear with me. Only the first week of class and already broke my promise to update weekly .

As stated, feel free to PM me with a champion/lore you'd like to read about or a viewpoint you'd like me to write from. This is basically my idea of an extended writing project so I do plan on continuing this as much as possible. Thank you for your support.