Chapter 5 - New Home

In an eerie silence, I glance toward the empty pillar. Pale blue pillar, somehow seeming to be a spike emerging from the ground. It nearly fooled me, but I knows it is not a natural structure. The figure I saw from before must has something to do with it. The stranger must has a hand in saving me and Tryndamere, but the question is why. I'd almost forget about my escort, and I turns toward the fallen king. Still faint face down in the crimson colored pond of snow. He's definitely tough, to be able to survive a fatal wound like that. I paces toward him and kneels down to examine his condition. Fifteen frozen penetration wounds all around his body and arms, his clothing are ruined to the point of hanging rags, his crown, which is laying about six inches away from his head, is full of crack from the fall damage including the beautiful gem inserted in it. I fears the King has been dethroned.
The icing around the wounds save him from dying, but I knows they can not stay on the wounds for too long, or else the frostbites will consume his body. I make sures to pocket my gauntlets in my bag and ties it to my belt and reach down to grabs hold his sword and ties it against Tryndamere's back carefully, then I takes his arm and wrap it around my neck. I looks up for a safe place and I notices the blizzard is gone... When did it...?
After a long, tiresome, and painful experience of pulling the large man toward nowhere. I manages to spot a speck of brownness in the snowy land. A cave, I makes effort to bring my injuried ally over there. A blast of warm air brush against my face as we enters the dry cave. I drops him as gentle as I can on the cold rock floor. I wipes sweat off my forehead and thinks about what to do next. Tearing off the Barbarian King's tattered clothing, as they were soaked with bloods and will cause a far more painful death if left on for long, and starts a fire on them. I then looks at his wounds. Still frozen, of course, starting a fire won't melt it fast, I decides to take a dramatic action. I flex my hands and removes my wet armor revealing my half body undergarmnets, I lend down to whispers to Tryndamere, "Please ensure this." For a second, I thought I saw the king grinning at her. I wipes away the dusts in my eyes trying to clears my view, and possiblity of hallucation. I takes a deep breath, as I have never done this before.
I blows into my hands. Gently holding them against a frozen hole, I generates fire onto the hands. Sizzle... The ice melts and his flesh begins to fuse together like scars.
The noise continues as a blood boiling scream fill the white night sky. After the exhausted work I had done, I rest my back against the wall in daze and carefully watchs Tryndamere's condition as I drifts off to sleep.

A hollowly silence as the morning ray hits the ice pillars around the region shining into the cave. I sits on the warm floor hugging my legs in sleeping state, and I open my eyes as the burnt clothing sweep against my face with the wind blowing. I peeks toward where Tryndamere is laying, he's gone. Too tiring from a sleepless night of closing Tryndamere's wounds I sighs with a worrisome voice. I then closes my eyes resting my bare head on my arms and legs in feral position. "HEY! What are you doing sleeping around girl?!" A voice boomed throughout the cave.
Shook from the deep voice, it's familiar to me. I looks out the cave entrance. It's the shirtless man himself. In his right hand is his beloved great sword now bloody, on his opposite hand is a tail attached to something... I could not quite see the creature, but I could tell it's a large beast.
"Breakfast for two!" He said as he forcibly pulls the creature in the cave. It's a tiger, whole lot larger than both of them. I tries to examine his wounds, they seems to be heal from searing of the fleshes, still he should not push himself.
But I knows that I can't survive in this wilderness as I am now. Tryndamere, as if he read my mind, "I'm teach ya how to survive in this harsh land."
I looks at him in awe. Will he truly teaches me how to survive?
Tryndamere slices the tiger into pieces.
"I don't think you know this yet, but this is your new home now. Further down this cavern is a sealed room. Only those acknowledged by the True Ice Sensor can access it, and frankly, you can't get in yet as you are now." Tryndamere said as he waves the first tiger meat piece at me. So juicy and wet with rawness, I would drool if it wasn't for my ego.
"Do you mind terribly using your flame to cook them?" He added. Hell of a mood breaker there Tryndamere, I thought.