League of Legends: Stories

Kindred Spirits 01 (Katarina x Ashe)

Kindred Spirits (Part One)

The world has always been much bigger than anyone has ever imagined, and within its vast space of existence, many tales await to be told or known by those who seek for the truth.

In the aforementioned expanse though, there was always the chaos. Conflicts between nations and its people arise, yet among all the steels clashing and the blood being shed on the very earth, bonds were formed. Some of them too unbreakable to be cut off by those involved.

A Queen bound by the duty of her frigid kingdom and shackled to the path fate seemed to have woven for her, and the one that she possessed a forbidden yet genuine connection with. The latter being an assassin chained to her wicked nation's plans of domination and its sinister reputation painted with blood and death.

Seated on the throne in her castle, the Frost Archer maintained her regal mask while she addressed the issues of the people that came forth before her. It was a daily routine and whenever her mind wandered, the process would soon be done when she became conscious again. She would then have the opportunity to stand, excuse herself to the royal guardsmen before taking her leave, intending on retreating back to her chambers.

Unfortunately, she wasn't given a chance to have her day's rest.

"Your Highness!"

Recognizing the voice in an instant, Ashe spun around, the hem of her dress sweeping over the polished floor as she faced the high commander of her army. Just by judging from his expression, she already had a hunch on the reason behind his call for her attention.

"General Ragnar," Ashe greeted with a nod, prompting the man to bow back. "what seems to be troubling you?"

"A Demacian soldier has arrived at the gates." At the mention of the word Demacian, Ashe felt her stomach churn, hoping the hunch she was thinking about wouldn't prove true. "There is a battle currently commencing at Tokogol, and the Demacians are requesting for our assistance in battle."

"Who are they up against?"

"Noxians, Your Highness. They seem to have discovered the hidden outpost the Demacians had set up there."

Ashe sighed. "What are they even doing being so close to the Delverhold?"

Ragnar pursed his lips for a moment. "I'm afraid I have yet to know the reason behind such, Your Majesty."

Shaking her head, she asked, "Are there any specific reports about who exactly they're battling against?"

"The Hand of Noxus is leading the charge of the enemies." Ragnar said, and Ashe would've internally sighed in relief if he didn't add the next part. "But, reports say that the Sinister Blade is also involved in the battle."

The Queen thought about sending a fair amount of armed men and having them deal with it, but when she heard the last statement, she knew she had to do something no one in her kingdom would approve of.

"You have my permission, general." Ashe said, maintaining a neutral expression. "Take whoever and whatever you need and provide the Demacians the assistance they require."

Ragnar nodded, saluting. "We will return bearing good news, Your Highness."

"And standing unscathed, please."

The general smiled, appreciating the genuine concern of the archer. "We'll certainly make an effort."

Ashe waited for the footsteps of the general to die down and once all she could hear were the distant sound of the soldiers preparing outside, she started towards her quarters. She had no intention in staying back and let all of it play out.