The archer laid on the floor as her arm were half way cut off , from her elbow to her wrist, half of her arm were there but the other half were gone. The blood soon made a small pool ,the crimson dawned the archer as it seemed to slowly begin to stop its bleeding. Her blue eyes were beginning to dull to a grey showing that little life were living inside of her. She was injured more than she thought, bruises and cuts laid upon her body as tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Her guards laid around her in pieces, not one there. They were all murdered and what were there were deep inside Freljords mountains.A total blood bath.
“Why do I always forget to check the weather reports when going to Freljord?” Daniel, as usual, was spending his days off exploring Valoran, drawing landscapes on his notebook and writing about what he has seen. And as usual, Daniel’s horrid luck with blizzards persisted, as the winds and snow kicked up as soon as he set foot on the mountain. The winds chilled him to the bone as if he wasn’t wearing anything at all, and hoped to find refuge while treading through the snow until he stumbled over a log, or at least what he though was a log. “Ow! What in the-? Oh…” He had tripped over the remain of a mutilated soldier, and judging from what was left of the armor, it was one of Ashe’s soldiers. Daniel looked around, the entire clearing was strewn with bodies, his eyes searching for something that he hoped he would not see. The worst of his fears, however, were realized as he saw that one body on the snow. “Oh no. No, no! Ashe!” He lifts her off the snow, the chill in his body made all the more fierce by Ashe’s inate low body temperature and as he realizes that Ashe was missing an arm. The Archer was still alive, but only barely. Something drastic had to be done. “Hang on, Ashe. Please!”