Return of the Darkin: The Story ---- Part 1
"Are you sure that he was here?"
Tryndamere asks this with a nervous tone in his voice, as he, Ashe and an old man named Alfhild stood at the edge of a small village in the Freljord. They stare into the blinding snow that seems to go on forever.
Alfhild is puzzled. "Who are you talking about?"
"Don't mind him," Ashe says. "Just tell us what happened here, from the start."
Ashe sees the tears forming in Alfhild's eyes. Hesitantly, he speaks.
"Ours is a small village, you see. We barely get enough food from the Winter's Claw as it is, and when bandits keep raiding the shipments of food... sometimes we go days and days without food." He pauses. "Isn't it dangerous for you to be here, in the Winter's C-"
"Never mind that, Alfhild," Tryndamere says, in a manner that is mildly intimidating. "Just tell us what you saw."
"My daughter, Agna, is a strong woman. She always looks out for everyone in the village, even when they don't ask for it. That's when she volunteered..."
He pauses to wipe the tears off of his face.
"That's when she said she saw a large animal passing by, somewhere outside of the village. Agna volunteered to find and kill it, so that none of us be hungry... and she hasn't returned since."
"Did she describe the animal?" Tryndamere asks, almost as if he was in a rush.
"Well, yes, she did." Alfhild says, although confused. "It was large, on two legs, and it had two appendages attached to it's back. Almost as if it had... wings of some sort."
"Did it have a giant sword?"
"A sword?" Alfhild looks at Tryndamere, with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm not sure about a sword, but for all I know, it could have had one..."
Alfhild begins to cry again, this time without any limitation.
Ashe steps forward and comforts the old man. "Don't worry, we are going to find your daughter."
Alfhild looks up at Ashe. "Really? Oh, thank you!"
Ashe and Tryndamere converse amongst themselves a few minutes later.
"I know we need to help this old man, but why did you drag me out here in the first place?"
Tryndamere takes a deep breath. "The same figure has been sighted in over 3 other villages near here. This is the fourth."
"And you think this is the same man that murdered your entire tribe?"
"Whatever he is, he is no man." Tryndamere says. "I'm going to go out there and find Agna, and the dark figure too."
"Be careful," Ashe says. "Don't die out there."
Tryndamere walks into the blinding snow, fading away from the village.
The snow is blinding, and Tryndamere can barely feel his legs. He has no idea where he is, or where he is heading towards. He only has his bloodlust and rage to drive him.
Through the howling snow, there is a faint scream.
"Agna?" Tryndamere looks around. "Agna!"
He runs in the direction his anger tells him to.
Tryndamere ignores the numbness in his legs. He ignores the extreme cold, and he is not blinded anymore, but his sense of anger tells him where to go.
He sees a figure lying in the snow, with the bright red of blood splattered in the snow.
"Agna!"
Tryndamere runs over there, and sees the giant stab wound and blood dripping from here body.
"She's dead."
Tryndamere gasps. He begins sweating despite the raging snow. He recognizes the voice. He slowly looks up.
The same dark figure that murdered his tribe stands a few yards in front of him, with his cruel sword dripping of blood.
"Y-You..." Tryndamere chokes out, in shock. "W-Who are you?"
"I am Aatrox, the Darkin Blade. It's been a long time, my great creation."
"Darkin? Those are... ancient... you can't be a Darkin!"
"The art of war is timeless, as am I."
Tryndamere reaches for his sword, but the cold renders him unable to do so.
"Just remember this, Tryndamere. Before you know it, this world will be covered in the blood of war."
Aatrox then gives the same knowing smile as before, and fades away into the blinding snow.
"W-Wait!" Tryndamere reaches his hand out, but he cannot stand up. He feels his consciousness fading, and before he knows it, he is just another body, laying there, in the vast desert of snow that is the Freljord.
I know this was long, but I hope you enjoyed this. This is my first real story, and I would like to hear what you guys think about it. Any suggestions or criticism (please be nice) can be put in the comments below. Thank you for reading this!
