The Ice in my Heart (K/DA x Male Reader)

63 | A Final Lesson

I couldn't help but watch the shimmering moonlight glow from the night sky. Freljord wasn't as densely populated as Piltover was, which made it possible to see all the stars and galaxies that reached into the celestial depths. The moon, in particular, was extraordinarily beautiful.

But enough of that.

I tore my eyes away and refocused them on the trunk in front of me. I closed my eyes, trying to remember that sleeping sensation I had mustered a few minutes ago. I summoned forth to my hands that coldness, letting my body guide itself. My fingers pulled back the string, and in one fateful breath, I released.

I heard a thud, and I opened my eyes.

An ethereal arrow, conjured from what seemed like a shining blue light, embedded itself deep into the wooden bark of the tree. Around the arrow, there were several others, all pierced into the same target on the trunk.

"You seem to be getting a hold of it."

The voice came from another tree, high up in the branches. I aimed down the bow once more, testing the taut string.

"Yeah. Once I get used to it, it's really no different than just shooting a normal bow."

Dissipating the ghostly weapon, I looked up into the branches, seeing Lamb's eyes watch me with silent approval. She was flanked by her faithful counterpart, Wolf, who darted towards me with enthusiastic passion.

"You can shoot and chase! Chase is more fun, right?" he excitedly howled.

"Yup yup. I love chasing," I chuckled, petting the top of the wispy hound's mask. I wasn't sure if he felt it, but at the very least, he didn't seem to dislike it.

Ever since I gained the powers of the Kindred, it was like we became even more intertwined than we were before. During the day, I would spend all my time training under Udyr, who taught me to control my powers better. Unfortunately, that also came with training my resurrection, which basically entailed me killing myself over and over until I could regenerate within the blink of an eye. That was the not fun part.

Braum helped me with the more physical aspect. Between him and Udyr, I would actually say that Braum's training was harsher. I ran up and down mountains while carrying stacks of wooden logs. I did pushups with literal boulders on my back. There were a multitude of times that I felt like I was going to shatter every single bone and tear every single muscle in my body. Or perhaps Braum, knowing about my fast regeneration, ensured I did just so I can train even harder.

At night, though, I snuck out to further temper my control over the Kindred's power. At first, it was difficult to even summon forth the power, but as time passed, I soon grew to understand it and it became second nature, just like my ice. I never really considered myself to be the ranged kind of fighter, but I soon found that I was actually a rather good shot.

A lot of the time, too, the Kindred came to watch. Lamb would usually stay up in the branches, watching carefully, and would provide the occasional pointer if she saw something needing correction. Wolf, on the other hand, was more moral support.

I cracked my neck. It was getting late, so I should return back to the house. I waved goodbye to Lamb and Wolf and trekked through the thick snow back to the wooden cottage. There, I slunk back to my bedroom, quietly closing the door after I entered. I was ready to collapse onto my bed after a long day, but unfortunately, it seemed like fate had other plans.

"Zoe. You're back," I noted. I was filled with a conflicting feeling. If she was back, this meant that something with Astaroth was brewing again. This time, I doubt I would have another chance like I did with the dragon's breath.