E v e r y t h i n g _{was dark for Tryndamere.  He felt himself float this path before but his memories disappeared with the blackness.}

_{——Who am I?
           ————He wondered as he floated through the vastness.} 

 _{A woman entered his vision.  The only light that can be found,  how did he not see her before?                            He could hear the soft whispers of her voice but could not understand the words.  Tryndamere found himself moving closer to the woman like a moth to a flame.}

_{She was visible to him and all too familiar.}  

             _”Hello?”  

_{When finally he saw the face of the woman, smiling at him in a doll-like blankness; he recognized the pale skin and silky webwhite hair for it was his wife, Ashe.}

_{“Ashe.”  
He spoke with a sort of glee, because although he wouldn’t admit it: he feared this darkness
                                                but something sprouted behind her back.} 

               _{Red warbanners that were torn from their age,} no, _{these were not warbanners.  Tryndamere could find no words.  The veiny wings spread out and a chuckle from the Monster could be heard behind Tryndamere.}

_{“Open your eyes.”  Was the advice Ashe gave Tryndamere, her ice blue eyes staring into his emerald ones.}

                                     _{As you command, my Queen.}

_{He awoke to see her by his side.  Tryndamere rained in sweat, and a headache shattered his fear from the dream.  He touched his forehead to find a blood soaked bandage.}  

                _{“Am I able to fight still?”}   

                      _{For him, the answer was always ‘yes’ but any orders given by the Queen or by a nurse, he had to respect.}