LORE: Escape From Freljord CH 1 (Fiora, TF, Lissandra, Morgana, Trundle)

So.... Since I hate League of LEgend Lore, I decided to write my own! If you guys like this let me know and I'll contiue writing. If not let me know so I won't waste my time!!

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“Fiora. The grand duelist,” an unhinged female laughter crept over her shoulders.

Fiora let her weight drop. Two brass cuffs lifted her body into a giant “X”. The clothes she wore were torn to shredded rags. She kept her eyes closed and let the stale breeze rejuvenate her flesh. She could feel the sting in her wounds as cold sweat mixed with warm blood.

An icy blue witch crept out from the shadows. Lissandra.

Lissandra glided forward and knelt down to Fiora’s eye level, “You don’t look so grand now, darling.”

She lifted an icy finger to her prisoner’s bruised cheeks. Steam sizzled against her freezing flesh. Fiora gritted her teeth and let out a soft whimper. Drops of water could be heard beating against the stone floor, echoing in the distance. Far beneath the streets of Freljord, the underground chamber they shared flickered with candlelight and a lively blue hue. The ice queen’s presence had turned all precipitation into frost.

“Look at you, whore,” Lissandra let out a satisfied sighed, “I love it when my prey, sh-shivers, in my presence.”

The torture had lasted for three days. There was a hoarse rasp in Fiora’s voice and her skin numb and frostbitten. The weakness in her knees caused her entire body to tremble, but the calm between her eyes was undeniable. Even the frost queen knew that her victim was not yet broken.

There is was again, footsteps; familiar, footsteps.

The darkness in keeping her eyes shut, enhanced every water drop in the distance and every tremble between her toes. For the first time in days, Fiora smiled.

Lissandra took a step back, “What are you so happy about, whore. If you have no words for me, I will freeze you in ice and shatter your limbs!”

The ice queen held out her palm and unleashed a fiery blue blast. Instantly, Fiora let out a high-pitched shriek. The pain burned deep into her nerves and her entire body jerked, barely swinging by her chained wrists.

“Suffer, Beautiful, suffer!” Lissandra howled with laughter as she let her magic subside.

But Fiora’s neck snapped upwards, her eyes were fully open; invigorated. She was not screaming but laughing; a maniacal, treacherous, laughter.

Lissandra raised both hands, furious, “What is so funny, whore, have you lost your f**king mind?”

The familiar footsteps crept closer.

“I, haha, I,” Fiora stuttered, her voice wheezed out, “I never had my mind, to begin with.”

Lissandra screamed, “You crazy b**ch!”

Fiora’s shriek filled the chamber again as Lissandra released another torrent of ice. Her body panted and writhed as shreds of fabric released her naked body.

“O-okay, Stop!” Fiora gasped, the grin subsiding on her face, “I’ll t-tell you, I’LL TELL YOU!”

Lissandra halted her attack and cocked her head to listen.

“I-I-I was sent,” Fiora continued, quivering from the cold, “I w-was sent, to g-gain knowledge on you.”

Lissandra leaned in, “What kind of knowledge?”

“I was-, I was sent to,” Fiora grinned, “I was sent, to see, how far, I could stick, my sword, up y-….”

Again her shrieks split the air as Lissandra unleashed another blast.

“Well then, my dear Fiora,” Lissandra let out another frosty sigh, “it would seem that I have no use for you then. Your mind is much stronger than I thought, that I will give you. Morgana! Trundle! Join me in the execution of our prisoner!”

Two shadows emerged from the darkness in a blue flash.

A giant spiked-club smashed into the ground, cracking its surface as the Troll King entered, “Hooo, a troll-ling, I will smash her, Smash!”

“Hss, you summoned me, queen?” Morgana sneered.

The footsteps crept closer still.

Lissandra raised both palms to the ceiling as an intense blue light formed above her head, “Beg, now if you wish. Utter your last words, whore!”

The footsteps stopped. The blue beam illuminated the duelist’s naked curves. Her body glistened as she straightened her posture.

Fiora grinned, “Do you dance?”

BAM. A red card pierced through the air and erupted at Lissandra’s feet, sending the three ice demons flying into the stone wall behind them. Two more red flashes came from the darkness and in an instant Fiora collapsed to the ground, her shackles broken. Colored cards started soaring in, splintering the surrounding scenery.

Morgana quickly mumbled an incantation and a blue barrier surrounded her and her queen. Cards that came into contact seemed to dissolve, sending ripples of light across its surface.

Trundle swung his mace in wide crescents, batting blues and yellows out of the air.

Then the cards stopped. Morgana let her shield disintegrate as the silence reclaimed its territory. Footsteps came forth and halted before them.

“Mr. Fate,” Lissandra curled her lips, “How lucky we are to have you. But you, have crashed the wrong party. Your one way trip has landed you in the same trap as your dearest musketeer, Fiora.”

Twisted Fate tipped his hat at the witch, “I am the lucky one, my queen.”

Fiora sucked in a lungful of air. She let her neck roll and her arms stretch. The ache in her joints soothed themselves as she raised a clenched fist straight in front of her. The steel of her blade hummed in her grasp.

“When did you get that?” Lissandra hissed.

“My friend, made a little detour before coming here. But you never answered my question,” Fiora stared straight into the witch’s frozen eyes, “Do you dance?”

Her image flickered, and vanished.