The Last Summoner

Chapter three

Chapter three

How did it come to this? I braced against the harsh snow, grabbing desperately at my thick cloak, but it seemed useless against the chilling winds. I let out a slow breath, and continued to trek up the mountain trail towards the northern Freljord.

I have never been this far up the mountains before, my uncle says that there is nothing up here but a couple of villages. And that woman I saw, the crying one at Rakelstake was apparently from one of them.

Looking back down the mountain side, I could barely see the towering city, with the cold fog surrounding it like a shield. Should I have waited for uncle Darius?

I looked back towards my destination, and hardened my resolve once more. There was no need to bother my uncle, it was probably just stupid bandits again, and if they were anything like what I experienced, it should be a cakewalk.

I soon arrived at what appeared to be a village. It was quiet, which was a little eerie, but then again I wouldn't complain about it since it was snowing pretty hard right now. I should probably take shelter in one of the houses and let the snow die down a little.

Dragging my feet through the snow I past the open wooden gates, with the watchtower seemingly empty. I ignored it, and made my way towards the garrison shack below the watchtower, knocking gently on the wooden door. No response. Not even a stir. I knocked again. Once again, no response.

"Hey! The snow is getting heavier, I need shelter!"

I pounded against the wooden door harder, as a click was heard and the door creaked open.

It was dark inside, but I didn't hesitate to go in, as I slammed the door shut behind me. It was a small shack, with a single table, kitchen and a fireplace. Most definitely a waiting area for the guard rotations.

But the shack didn't have anyone in it. Where were the guards for the watchtower? I took off my coat, and laid it down on the table. On the table was an oil lamp, as I picked it up and turned the knob, a small flame illuminated the dim room. There were papers now visible on the table. I placed the lamp down next to the papers, before taking a seat and observing them. A map, some scribbles. The scribbles were in another language that I couldn't read...maybe Ionian?

As for the map...it was just the map of Valoran. Red crosses seemed to mark out some places, a large one over Noxus.

My ears then picked up something. Maybe it was my years training with my uncle, or it was just plain luck, as I dove under the table as the door burst open.

A heavy footstep sounded, followed by a loud snort. The large figure walked into the shack, their footsteps thundering with each step. I turned my head slightly taking a look at the person's feet, seeing that it was most definitely not human. It was massive, blue, and with only four toes. I have never seen anything like it before.

My attention snapped as I heard a loud sniffing. Followed by a growl. A massive club broke through the table, and barely past my face, before leaving a giant crater in the wooden floor. I felt my body freeze up, as I stared helplessly as the giant club was raised again. I screamed at my body to move, and as the club came down once more and I barely slipped to the side.

I leapt to my feet, pulling out my sword and readied myself towards my attacker. A blue giant with rags. It easily towered the tallest of men, and it's red eyes gazed into mine. A troll? I had thought they were extinct.

The troll roared again as it leapt to me, attempting to grab me with it's left hand, but I ducked under it, and lashed out with a kick into it's stomach. The troll didn't flinch nor move, as I was launched backwards by my own kick, crashing into the wooden wall.