Chapter (1):the rise part 1
Notes before you starting
The Arcane Cinematic Universe is the real timeline in League of Legends Everything that happens in the novel may never happen because the stories of the heroes will change
The League of Runeterra game is like a comic and the stories of League of Legends are like short films before they make a complete cinematic universe out of it
It's like DC movies where they match what happens in the cinema but with some minor or major differences
(Final note in the novel there will be some differences in the stories of the heroes and I'll add new things)
Chapter (1): The Rise - Part 1
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In a room shrouded in darkness, an old man floated in the air. Around him were numerous clock hands.
" must be found... must be found... must be..."
The old man looked toward the reader, startled, and fell to the ground.
"Oh? I didn't notice your presence. Forgive me for what I said earlier; I was immersed in something else... Now, where was I... What? You want to hear a story from me? (He strokes his beard) Well, I have nothing else to do since I possess time itself."
"Let me tell you a tale of a people divided against themselves."
"Oh, of course, I'm not talking about the story of Piltover and Zaun. You know that tale... Well, part of it. I'll tell you the rest later. Our story is about warriors in a harsh, unforgiving land where gods walk among people, and I'll tell you the origin story of our champions."
"I am Zilean, and I am the narrator ,to this tale,tale of Freljord."
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In Freljord...
Freljord is a frozen, harsh, and unforgiving land where survival is for the fittest. There is no other way; you either ride or are devoured by someone stronger than you. This is its law, binding everyone who lives there... Well, except for one person.
In an unknown place, in a frozen land where a fierce storm rages, a group of people trudges through the blizzard.
At the front, leading them, is a 15-year-old girl with snow-white hair, wearing a cloak and carrying a bow made of true ice.
This is Ashe, the reincarnation of Avarosa, the last of her tribe.
She walks through the storm, fearless of anything, but worried about the people she leads. They are the remnants of the Ebrataal
tribe, what's left after their village, Quchar, was burned to the ground.
They were attacked by Sejuani before Ashe fought her off and led them away. Sejuani would have killed the entire Avarosan tribe had Ashe not intervened. They agreed that the next time they met, they would be enemies, and Ashe would be treated as a traitor.
Ashe accepted this; she didn't want to become like those who destroyed her tribe and killed her mother before her eyes.
"Hold on a little longer; there's a forest nearby, and we'll find shelter there."
One of the Ebrataal men looked at her with fervor before speaking, "We will all stand with you, Reincarnation of Avarosa."
"No... I'm not..." Ashe glanced at the bow she carried, questioning.
"Do they truly believe I'm the reincarnation of Avarosa just because I carry this bow...?"
The bow Ashe carried was called Avarosa's Throne, the very bow Avarosa herself once wielded. She was one of the three sisters, and there was a cult dedicated to their worship, orchestrated by a certain individual.
"Does merely possessing this bow make me like Avarosa?"
"Would my mother, Grinda, be happy if she were in my place?"
"Look, there's a broken wagon!" one of the travelers exclaimed.
Ashe's thoughts were interrupted. She looked into the distance and saw a wrecked wagon at the edge of the forest.
"A wagon? There must be something useful inside," Ashe said.
They rushed over and searched the wagon for anything edible but found only weapons—swords, spears, and axes.
"Look at these weapons!"
"They're good weapons! Perfect for hunting game!"
"This must be a gift from Avarosa!"
While the Ebrataal people rejoiced at the weapons, Ashe was puzzled.
"Strange. Why would a wagon be wrecked at the edge of the forest? And why is there nothing left but weapons? Usually, there would be food or supplies for survival. Either the villagers are war-loving, or they're under pressure from something," Ashe thought deeply.
"Let everyone take a weapon! We'll head deeper into the forest!"
"Yes, Avarosa!" they all replied.
"I'm not... *sigh*," Ashe looked into their eyes and hesitated to tell the truth. "Let's go into the forest."
Ashe didn't notice this, but as they entered the forest, the snowstorm ceased. She noticed that there was little snow in the forest, and many trees were barely covered. The forest was vast, with rugged terrain. Ashe thought this place would be easy to defend and perfect for ambushes, keeping her on high alert for any incoming attacks.
Time passed, and nothing happened, which made her suspicious and uneasy.
After a while, she saw a village in the distance, but the fog made it hard to see clearly.
"It's the village!"
"Finally, we can rest!"
"Yes, let's ask them if there's shelter for us," Ashe said with some hope.
Ashe hid her bow under her cloak to avoid complications, fearing that Winter's Claw shamans might be tracking her.
As they approached and entered the village, they saw something strange. The guards were sitting, surrendering to them.
"What is this village?"
"Why are they sitting like this?"
"This is strange"
Ashe agreed with the Ebrataal, and when they went inside, she was deeply confused.
All the villagers were sitting on the ground near their huts, looking down with thin bodies, as if they hadn't eaten for days.
"What on Rhond, happened here?" Ashe wondered.
(Rhond:the magma serpent)
(Note: this from legends of runeterra)
Ashe saw that the villagers' spirits were broken, with dark circles under their eyes as if they hadn't slept for days, not to mention their poor physical condition.
In the distance, she saw an old man sitting and staring at her with sorrow and despair. Ashe approached him.
"Are you the village elder?" Ashe asked.
"Yes, I am the elder of Dahàa Village. If you've come to plunder us, take what you want. There's nothing left to take," the elder spoke bitterly, looking at Ashe's followers.
"No, you misunderstand. We're just asking and hoping to find temporary shelter to rest."
"What happened in the village? Were you attacked by another tribe?"
The elder looked into Ashe's eyes for a moment before speaking, "No, worse..."
"What happened?"
"We were attacked by the Ursine."
"The Ursine?" Ashe looked at the Ebertal people, and they shook their heads, indicating they didn't know. "I am sorry but I never heard about the Ursine?what Is this people"
"They're not people... Not anymore..."
"What do you mean?" Ashe asked suspiciously.
"In the past, they were respected shamans by many tribes for their weather predictions, control over animals, and ability to communicate with spirits."
"But one day, they became terrified and started speaking in a strange language."
"I tried to talk to them, but they said strange things."
"What did they say?" Ashe asked.
"They said Freljord would be swallowed by the abyss, and they needed to move quickly."
"They said they would go to Volibear to find a solution."
"I don't know what happened during their discussion with that god, but when they returned, they were no longer human."
"Their bodies had transformed, becoming more like Volibear, and they lost their humanity!"
"That's terrifying, but why are they attacking you?"
"Because we refused their offer," the elder looked toward the snow-covered horizon. "It happened on an ordinary day in our lives, but suddenly, they stormed our village without warning."
"We fought them, but due to the strength of Volibear, they were fierce and powerful, not to mention they controlled ice wolves."
"We thought they stopped after attacking us, but that wasn't their goal. They wanted us to do something."
"And they demanded something impossible for us to accept—something brutal and inhumane. When we refused, they left, but every day, they send ice wolves to attack us periodically."
The elder looked at her silently before speaking, "They do this at night or sometimes in the morning, to the point where I can no longer distinguish between day and night!"
"This is terrible."
(The elder placed his hands on his head) "Sometimes, they even appear in my dreams! They've driven me mad!"
"Roaaaarrr!"
"Now, I've started hallucinating and hearing their voices!" he spoke despairingly.
Ashe looked into the distance in horror. "No, you're not hallucinating. They're..."
"The Ursine!!"
All the broken villagers and the Quashar people turned toward a certain direction and saw a group of Ursine shamans approaching.
They were white-furred bears, moving on their feet, wearing clothes adorned with lightning symbols, and carrying metal weapons on their bodies. There were three of them, and behind them stood many ice wolves, waiting for orders about thirty meters away.
"Oh, Anivia, save us! Not them again!"
Ashe stared at the Ursine shamans in shock. She had never seen anything like this before. The face of one Ursine was like that of a merciless predator, with sharp eyes watching everyone.
Ashe held Avarosa's bow and spoke to the Ebrataal people.
"Hide among the crowd, wait, and watch the situation. Don't intervene until I give the order."
"Yes, Avarosa."
Ashe watched from a distance, observing the situation. She saw the elder with five warriors staring at what seemed to be the leader of the Ursine. It was a massive white bear, larger than the others, wearing Viking-style clothes with thunder and bear tattoos.
"What do you want this time? You've already taken everything we have," the elder said.
"You fools, why do you persist in defiance? You already know what we want," the Ursine leader replied.
"We will not kill half our people for your god!" the elder shouted angrily.
"I didn't tell you to kill half of them. I said you must eliminate the weak in your village."
"Lord Volibear does not accept the weak, especially the elderly and frail women. They must disappear. Freljord is no place for them," the Ursine leader said.
"I refuse this! We would rather die than do this!"
"In that case, I'll give you two options."
"The first option is to submit peacefully and accept Volibear's blessing, becoming one of us."
Most of the villagers looked at each other in confusion before one asked, "What's the second option?"
"You still have your children. Lord Volibear will welcome taking your children and making them part of us."
"What?!" a villager screamed.
"We will not hand over our children! Not over my dead body!" the elder shouted.
The Ursine leader looked at him coldly before speaking, "As you wish."
Suddenly, one of the Ursine warriors attacked the elder with his claws mercilessly.
The attack was so fierce that it shocked all the warriors, who backed away in fear. They saw their elder's body pierced by a bloody claw, and when it was pulled out, a pool of blood spilled, and the elder fell to the ground like a corpse.
"The elder!" the villagers screamed.
"Remember! This is the fate of those who oppose Volibear's will."
After finishing, the Ursine warrior looked at the frozen villagers in fear.
"Now, you will be tested by Volibear, and those who fail will be the will of Freljord."
One of the Ursine, with a blood-covered hand, stared at the villagers, deciding who to hunt first.
But suddenly, an ice arrow shot directly toward his head.
The arrow pierced the Ursine's skull, and when it did, the arrow exploded, spreading ice from inside the skull outward.
When he fell to the ground, everyone was shocked by what they saw.
Even the broken villagers were stunned by the scene. The terrifying Ursine shaman, who had killed the village elder so easily, died instantly from a magical arrow.
"Who dares?!"
Before the Ursine leader could finish, Ashe fired her second arrow without hesitation toward him.
The Ursine deflected the arrow using his armored arm, but ice formed heavily on his arm.
"Ughhh..."
"For Avarosa!"
Suddenly, one of the Ebrataal warriors charged at the Ursine, and soon, everyone followed, shouting, "For Avarosa!"
The Ursine also screaming, "Roaar! For the glory of Volibear!"
The village, once filled with silence and despair, was now filled with the sounds of battle and bloodshed. The gloomy atmosphere turned into one of chaos and movement.
The ebertal people fought bravely, and when an Ursine attacked, Ashe supported them with her arrows.
The villagers looked at each other in the midst of the chaos before shouting, "For Avarosa!"
Suddenly, the battle shifted from one front to two.
The Ursine leader looked at what was happening in shock.
These villagers, whom he had broken not only physically but also spiritually, were now attacking him at random times because he wanted to test them and choose who was worthy. But now, there was a strong glimmer in their eyes—a glimmer of hope.
"That girl... Did she cast a spiritual spell on them or what?"
Ashe fired an arrow at the Ursine leader, who deflected it using his armored arm, but his arm froze slightly.
The Ursine leader looked at the ice arrow and pulled it out of his arm.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, he unleashed lightning from his arms, striking both allies and enemies. Everyone was hit, and they all retreated from this beast.
But when he roared, the ice wolves, standing like statues, moved and responded to his call, charging toward them.
The villagers felt fear and anxiety about what was happening and retreated.
The area turned into a battlefield, with Ashe standing in front of the Ursine leader, drawing her bow, ready with an ice arrow.
This made everyone watching freeze in place.
"Who are you, shaman, to obstruct our path to saving Freljord?"Ursine leader asked in anger
"Me?"
When Ashe heard his words, she felt something inside her.
Ashe had always desired one thing: she didn't want to become a Warmother. All she wanted was for her people to live without hunger or war, to be united as one.
Ashe looked at her weapon, Avarosa's Throne, and remembered her mother, the burden she carried as a Warmother. She looked at the Ursine leader with determination.
"I am Ashe, daughter of Grinda, the Warmother! And I am Avarosa!"
When Ashe shouted, every villager on the ground looked at her with determination and hope, and their spirits rose. They charged at the Ursine warriors and ice wolves with renewed strength.
When the Ursine leader saw the scene and how this girl had reversed what he expected, his anger grew. But when he saw the ice bow, his eyes widened, and he roared, "That bow! Avarosa's Throne! Now I remember! You're the sister of that heretic!"
"And you'll die like an animal!"
"Let's see who the animal that dies will be," Ashe said coldly.
That day marked a pivotal moment in Freljord's fate, and at the same time, another battle was taking place in a different place.