Chapter 2 - The Pursue

Huff of cold white air appears around my cold blue lips. Rushing icy wind brush through the dry red hairs as I pace up the rocky path toward the frozen plain. My eyes are tiring me out from continuous running to the point where I could collapse from potentially broken legs. I'm hungry, and thirsty, but I have no time. Pursuers are behind me. Men shrouded in black, carrying poisonous swords, I can see the toxins dripping with my sharp pupils.
I wants to fight back, but I can't hope to face so many foes...
Thinking fast, I peeks into my bag of belongings Talon had given her. There it was. Really, there it was... my flame stone. I grasp at it pulling it out and aiming it behind her, bringing out its power the stone spews flame out forming a trail. The black men panic as they avoids the fiery fire. Still hot on my pace, failing to notice the thick fallen tree branch in front of me as I trips over it. My claws slip off, and my helm knocks off, I looks up. They're right over me. Sinister glare from them. Red eyes on all of them. One raise his blade preparing to slash at me.
I couldn't help but fear the death. I closes my eyes and clenchs my teeth preparing for the end.
Thunk.
No pain? No rushing memory of my history? Nothing?
I peeks open one of my eyes, I see a pair of leg standing a short distance from my fallen body, I feels something drips on me. It's red. It appears to be blood, but it's not mine.
I fully opens my eyes, and looks up. A large sword stabbing into the man's stomach.
The black man slowly grips at the blade coughing out blood and looks up to his killer cursing.
He slips off the blade collapsing onto ground like a pile of clothes. The other assassins stare in debelief and with fear.
I slowly turns my body behind me looking back. Large black hairs flowing gracefully with the wind. Golden crown dazzling with a sapphire in the center. White winter coat fit for a king, and a large great sword. It's him... The Barbarian King Tryndamere.
Unable to help but look in astonish. He whispered something and dashed off to face the rest of the assassins. What did he says? That's when I notices the other barbarians following up behind.
Five blue lightnings bolts across the sky above my head, each accurately hitting the dark men. Those looks like arrows, can it be...?
I looks down and see Ashe approaching me, she greets me while dotting in a violet dress with the bottom half being white and trimming of gold. She's wearing a crown too, but it has more gems than the king does. She's holding her frost bow professionally that one has to but admires her skill in archery.
"Seems it'll be over soon, Miss Shyvana." Ashe calmly said. Now that she mentions it, the sound of fighting has been halt. I looks toward the battle. All assassins dead, with some of the barbarians laying on the ground dead. The terrifying effect of toxic...
Tryndamere walks over to us with his now bloody sword in haul. "You're safe now, Dragon Girl." He said. Shivering with cold, "H-h-how d-di-" Ashe stops me there with a finger on my lips. "Come along my dear, we should get you warmed up." Such a kindness in her words, I wonders if it's even possible to be this nice. I picks myself up from the freezing ground. Tryndamere toss a bear fur around my shoulders and offers a chance to carry me. I respectfully declines it, I have my ego after all, and Ashe gesture me to walks with her. Tryndamere moves to picks up my scattered belongings putting them in the sack, and follows the girls from behind with his men in tow.