Chapter 9 - The Twisted Truth

He looks dumbfounded at what I just said. "T-three days?" He repeated to himself. I has no choice but to nod at his shock. He sits staring at the grainy floor, as if he was familiar with it breathing heavily. He looks like he saw a ghost. Curiously, "What's wrong?" Cautiously I added, "Don't strain yourself, you're still injured." He continue to pants, and sweep his glance on me making sure of something. "Yer real right?" He asked with his accent. Puzzled by his question, I answered, "Yes? I'm still me... Why do you ask?"
"N-Nuthin..." My eyes narrow slightly, sighing as I wrings the towel again and place it against his stomach wounds. "Lay down and keep the towel against your stomach, you're still bleeding. Even my flames did not completely close it." The king looks down to his belly, multiple gashes and holes on his body, some sealed shut with burn scars from Shyvana's fire power. He is awestruck by the Dragon Girl's effort to save a complete stranger, save for encounters on Field of Justice as an ally and an enemy. He lie down bareback against the cold hard floor. He groans and tries to scratch at his wounds, I firmly reminds him to not touch them until the morning.
He rest his glance on me, "Are yer alright?" He must had notice my dark bags under my eyes, skinner figure, and lighter shade of blue skin, I spent the entire time tending to him without watching over myself. My stomach growled a bit, I paid less attention to it. Tryndamere however obviously bothered by this, he looks phased by the noise... as if he went through something horrible in his coma, but he regains his compose and insisted that I go eat something. I couldn't just go away with him like this. We argues until his injuries start to bleed that I decides to just go grab something to devour after stopping his bleeding. Double checking his towel and his condition, I left the dry cave to hunt something. Thankfully, there were a herbivore eating a small patch of grass sticking out of the snow next to a creek a short distance from the entrance, all I had to do is to sear its legs enough to render it incapable of escaping. With the task complete, I delivers a finishing blow to bring it mercy and drags the corpse back toward our temporary home.
As I nears the opening, a bloodcurdling scream fills my thought, I drops the corpse to cover my ears, a sight of a familiar figure lying in nude with his back against a tightly bricked wall in shackles in a room designed for interrogation with bunch of devices sitting around, with the look of damnation in his eyes and gruesome gashes and cuts all over his treasured body, a long scaled rope snaps at his body, yet another scream floods my head. A vision of the Crown Prince being tortured... I can't help but stands and scream in pain because of how awful it was. After a few seconds of plight, a voice yells out, "Hey! Snap out of it! Yer okay! Nuthin is hurting you!" My eyes blurs to reality, Tryndamere standing in front of me holding my shoulders with his broad hands, with his guts leaking out. His beard brush against my face as he pulls me closer to carefully hold me much avid toward his wounds. I cannot stop the tears from dripping out of my eyes for the first time in my life since my father died... I was truly glad I had someone to calm me in my time of need. After a long ten minutes of weeping to myself and silence from each other, we brought the meat inside and begins to cook it. I was a bit furious with Tryndamere for ignoring his wounds, but at the same time gracious for his consideration, and wraps a new wet fur skin that we extracted from the carcass.
After eating the freshly cooked protein snacks, I feels bit energized and brighter. The person across from me decides to ask me, "So, what happened back dere?" It was clear what he meant by that, the whole sudden scream from me in front of the entrance where he was resting. After giving it some quiet thoughts, I decides to just tell him the truth. I told him everything, Jarvan IV inside a torture room, the whipping, his demoralized state. He had no problem believing me... I curiously asked him why did he believe me. He told me about his dream inside a dream inside his brief coma. I was dumbfounded at this event, it's no coincidence that it'd happens to us both, someone is behind the scenes. I told him about what I saw after our battle with Snow Devourer. After a quick thinking, "That's definitely Ice Devrish. A bein' of ice who likes to manipulate scenes to her likings for the comin' of whatever she called these... I think twas Lookers?" "This means we're important for her future plans isn't it?" He throws his shoulders in uncertainty. I means to find out, and we both set off after a couple of day of rests toward the central mountain of Frejlord region... the location of my new home.