League of Legends Tales 1

Chapter 1: Garen

        He was leaning on the back of a rock. His sword damaged by bandits, his armor almost broken by the cold. He stood up, dazed thinking, "Why'd I come to Freljord in the first place?" But he remembered well. He was to meet a man, The Heart of this place, that was what he was called. He stumbled to his feet. "I, The Might of Demacia will not be stopped by a few bandits!" he stared at their dead bodies sprawled out along the ice. He spat in disgust. "Criminal scum." He thought for a moment about his sister, she was at home in Demacia, safe from any danger, but then came back to reality. He was headed north, and he was to make a stop first.

        He arrived at the Avarosan tribe as the sun was setting, "Luckily", he thought, "I won't have to spend another night in the ice." When he was approched by the guards, he sternly told them, "I am Garen, the might of Demacia. I want to see your leader, The Frost Archer." The guards were not about to mess with a massive man with a huge sword, nether the less The Might of Demacia. They obeyed his request and brought him to her.

        Ashe was next to a fire, sharpening her arrows, when she was approched by the Demacian. "What brings you here Garen?" she asked him calmly. "I need a place to stay for the night, and my gear fixed." he told her. "I understand, but what would you be willing to pay for it?" she asked him. "What is it that you need my dear lady?" he said flitatiously. "Please sir, I'm a married woman, I meant what is it that you will be willing to give me for your time here?" she asked him seriously. "500 Demacian coins" he said with a grunt. "I guess that will we acceptable, Hey Perit," she said to one of her guards, "Make sure our guest is well taken care of, and please repair his equipment. I need to go meet with my husband, and Garen, don't do anything rash." Ashe left the room and shut the door behind her.