Chapter (14):cursed promise part 1
In Frostguard Citadel...
Lissandra was sitting on her dark icy throne, which she had almost crafted herself. She was alone, sitting in silence.
She tapped her finger on the armrest of the throne while her other hand rested on her chin. Lissandra was seated now—today was nothing special. Her warriors were training, the inquisitors were doing their work, and she awaited news and reports to decide her next move. This was her daily routine; this had been her everyday life.
But for some reason, she felt it wasn't an ordinary day. She sensed something was different—a bad premonition haunting her, though she didn't yet know exactly what it was. Everything was in its place: some tribes enjoyed peace, while others fought by their own will. She was the one who pulled the strings, forcing certain tribes to battle each other.
Yet she began to feel a tingling on her pale blue skin—something she hadn't felt in a very, very long time... Lissandra felt the need to do something, to move.
"No use sitting here. I should investigate... perhaps below, I might find something..."
As Lissandra rose and moved, she used her magic to form dark ice blocks beneath her feet, using them as a floating platform—like a magic carpet. This wasn't out of arrogance or laziness, but a simple spell she had used in the past, which had become a habit over time.
She rarely moved on foot—only when there were stairs or when she needed to address her servants.
Lissandra descended the icy stairs and walked through the stone corridors made of black granite. She passed a few Darklorn Knights, who bowed and gave her a military salute, standing like statues as she passed. After a while, she stopped at a certain passage.
This passage led to the Forbidden Library—the library that stored the most guarded secrets, knowledge that no one was allowed to know. Only a select few were permitted entry. As she approached, she saw several Darklorn Inquisitors.
"Greetings, Lady of Ice and Darkness," one of the Darklorn Inquisitors spoke while they all knelt on one knee.
"Rise,"Lissandra replied with a faint smile.
"Tell me how we may serve you, Lady," one of the Darklorn Inquisitors said.
"No, I did not come for your service. I came merely to... get some air. Carry on with your duties," Lissandra responded coldly.
"As you wish, our Lady," the Darklorn Inquisitor said as the others stepped aside for her.
When she reached the end of the passage, she entered the Forbidden Library. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by the sight of shelves storing ancient scrolls and tomes, made of deep blue granite, while the floor was entirely of black stone. Pale blue flames illuminated the room.
The library was quiet and silent, but Lissandra heard some movements and swiftly moved like a panther using her magic. She saw that there was someone—someone special—and recognized him the moment she laid eyes on him.
It was a man wearing the same Darklorn attire, but he had a long white beard with a few braids in it, dark circles under his eyes, and he was holding several scrolls in his hands. He was running his finger along the lines, reading what was written and muttering in faint whispers. This person was the high Darklorn.
(Note:he named just darklorn in league of legends freljord religion,I changed him for my story)
These were her oldest and most loyal men—individuals who had trained, worked by her side for a long time, and became the ancient priests she had personally appointed. They knew secrets that those of lower ranks did not. They were the ones she trusted the most even now, because she knew they would never dare betray her—not to mention they rarely left the fortress.
As soon as Darklorn spotted Lissandra, he immediately knelt on his knees in submission.
"Greetings, my great and faithful one," spoke the High Darklorn
"Raise your head," Lissandra said.
High Darklorn lifted his head toward Lissandra with reverence. "How may a humble servant like me be of service to you?"
"Nothing important. I came here on a whim. But why are you here with all these piled-up scrolls?"Lissandra asked curiously.
"Ah, forgive me for this. A trivial matter, incomparable to your grand plans," High Darklorn replied sincerely. "I will return everything to its place once I finish."
"Speak. Consider it an order from me," Lissandra responded coldly.
"Then excuse me for what I am about to say, my lady. I have had... a dream,"*
said High Priest Darklorn
"A dream?"* Lissandra asked.
"I dreamed... a nightmare, to be precise. I dreamed that I was being chased by a terrifying, giant monster, and it devoured me alive. After eating me, I fell into an abyss with no light. It felt as though I had fallen into darkness," High Darklorn spoke with horror as he recalled what happened.
"But the strangest thing was that when I woke up, I felt a chilling cold in my bones... and dark circles began to appear under my eyes. I thought it was just a cold, but every time I cross the bridge, that feeling returns—the feeling of void."
The moment he mentioned the word "void," Lissandra tensed up, and her hands began to tremble involuntarily. But she steadied herself and calmed within seconds.
"Tell me, exactly when did this happen to you?"
"Hmm..it..... It was a week ago,my queen it was week from now, while I was meditating near the Mortis Stones, I heard a voice inside my head.
"It was screaming in my mind. I couldn't understand what it was saying, but it was definitely cursing me. I could feel the anger and hatred overflowing in its voice."
"I see. You may go and return now. I will deal with this matter," Lissandra said, gesturing for him to leave.
"Thank you for your kindness, my queen," the high Darklorn replied as he left the library.
The moment he left, Lissandra used her magic and moved with shocking speed downward.
She was panting heavily, as she was dashing with her ice magic at an incredible speed. She was unfocused, making it harder to maintain her spell. Some Darklorn members saw Lissandra, but before they could bow to her, she walked past them, ignoring them. When this happened, they tilted their heads in confusion—this was not her usual behavior.
As she descended into the depths of Frostguard Citadel, she reached the Black Bridge, made of black granite and carved with unparalleled mastery—as if a god had sculpted it. She walked across the bridge and jumped. As she fell, she used her ice magic to form a temporary icy bridge, allowing her to run swiftly and land safely on the ground.
When she descended and reached the deepest part of the fortress—Pierce Eyes—everything was silent and still... *too* still. Lissandra felt an ominous premonition that something was about to happen.
As she searched, she looked downward and felt a tremor in the,Mortis Stones. When she stared closely below, she felt a faint shiver within them.
"No... No, no... This must not happen! He must remain in slumber!" Lissandra spoke in horror.
He was about to wake up.He was awakening—Lissandra's nightmare was waking from his dream.
Lissandra reached toward the ice and touched it, muttering a few words. She felt a hint of fear about what she was about to do.
Lissandra had no choice but to enter his mind. It was a risk, but it was nothing compared to the terror that would unfold if they awakened.
Lissandra was about to step into his dream...
"It would be a risk—she might die, but she would do it. Not for Freljord, and not for her, but to find herself, to consider her sacrifice a path through it all.
The stone's light shone brightly into her eyes, despite her blindness, and when the light faded, she found herself in a completely different place.
She was in the same location, but there were no ice statues, no Mortis Stones, no bridges. She felt strange, as if something was missing, but she didn't yet know what it was.
"Is this their dream?" Lissandra wondered as she walked through the place.
The area was nearly empty, with no trace of the Darklorn. Instead, it resembled a stone castle, barren of any furniture or decorations.
As Lissandra walked, she pondered the nature of their dream—what exactly their dream was—until she reached a hall where what she felt shocked her.
Before her stood two women—one wielding an ice whip, the other holding an ice bow. They seemed unaware of her, engrossed in a heated argument.
"As I was saying, it's better if we go and kill them all!" shouted the woman with the whip.
"Sister... war isn't the solution to every problem. One day,your people will be against you if you continue down this path," replied the woman with the bow.
"Hmph! You always stand in my way—every single time! It's the family's duty to let each other be! That's why I prefer her over you!"
The two women arguing were well known to Lissandra—they were Serylda and Avarosa, the two who deserved the title of *friend* to her. They were...
*"Oh, looks like you've finally returned! Why did you make us wait, anyway?"* Serylda asked with a hint of anger, glaring at Lissandra.
*"Ah, Serylda... I...____"*
*"Sorry about that, I was busy reaching an agreement with them,"* spoke a mysterious woman as she stepped forward in front of Lissandra.
When Lissandra looked, she was stunned by what her magically enhanced eyes saw. Before her stood a woman with white hair and bluish skin, dressed in dark blue-black robes. It was... her past self.
Lissandra stared at her past self in utter disbelief, questioning her own sanity.
"So, what did you conclude? Will they help us destroy elkbones?" Serylda asked, her voice laced with anger.
"Yes, Serylda. There are people willing to aid us in exchange for helping them reach our world," her past self replied, walking with enthusiasm.
"No... stop this!"* Present Lissandra screamed as she attacked her past self with an ice spear, only for it to pass through her like an illusion.
"What?"Past Lissandra recoiled, countering with a few spells, but nothing had any effect. "So I can't interfere directly? Am I in a dream?" Present Lissandra thought.
"Who are they? Don't tell me they're gods! We already have Volibear and Ornn!" Serylda shouted.
"No, you're mistaken, Serylda. They're not gods. They're from another world called the Void—a world like paradise, free of suffering and death. Their world was... perfect."
"Another world?" Avarosa asked.
"Yes, they're from a world with laws different from ours,"Past Lissandra explained.
"They will kill the gods in Freljord, and then we will rule all of Freljord! We'll build the greatest empire this land has ever seen,"Lissandra replied, smiling.
"Then why do they want to help us? I doubt they'd do it out of mere courtesy?" Avarosa asked skeptically.
"Are you doubting? And here I thought you were the most compassionate among us,"Serylda smirked.
"It's not doubt—it's caution. All my life in Freljord, before becoming a Warmother, I've learned there's always intent and motive behind everything. So I ask again—what do they want?" Avarosa pressed.
"By the way, what are these people called?" Serylda asked.
"They do have a name, my sisters,"Past Lissandra replied coldly.
"The beings who existed before Runeterra. The ones who lived and sees everything, who dwell in the shadows of magic—ancient creatures, more powerful than any shaman I've ever seen."
"The Watchers!" Past Lissandra declared with excitement.
"Yes... the Watchers. The ones I once believed were our salvation,"Present Lissandra spoke with anger and regret in her voice, clenching her fists tightly.
"So, in exchange for their help, what must we do for them?" Avarosa asked.
"You'd better listen carefully. Let me tell you now what our deal with them is,"Lissandra said eagerly, about to explain the terms of their agreement.
And that's how it all began, the beginning of the nightmare.