Ashe had been walking for so long, straying around almost without clear target, that the sight of the cold plains of Freljord had become almost just a distant memory..yet, even though she was now but merely an exiled regent..having been forced to flee from her homeland, because sinister forces had been threatening her and her people, corrupting and poisoning the once proud and glorious kingdom of Freljord. Tryndamere, the former fiancee and would-be king, had been enticed by the dark..being corrupted as well and turned into a demon with great power, wielding a weapon with almost unmatched destructive power.
All these thoughts and memories were going through the frost archer's mind, as she soon approached, what seemed to a be large city, however it was very much unlike she had ever seen in Freljord. Tall building, some old looking and some seeming quite new, were going high into the sky, the noises of various gadgets and machines could be heard. It was unfamiliar, this modern city, magic mixed with technology. She noticed, that some parts if the city seemed damaged, wondering, if this city was struck by calamities rather often. Ashe would walk down a street silently, her eyes kept forward..but they carried a deep sadness, guilt even.
