Ashe’s mind wandered through the dark corridors of a Dreamscape where reality and imagination intersected, twining like that of the ever-flowing river of life and death where a Eddie could carry one away and lose them within the annals of history. A soft voice came from the confusion “Welcome to my domain we shall receive you with wide arms if you but agree to float here till times are through and not even legend recall’s this land.” His mind shattered like a thousand panes of glass being dropped; a concussion traveled the width and breath of him as blackness roiled like thunder, amid the darkness he was left adrift a piece of wood upon an open sea, it was here that the soft voice had originated it was here that his destiny began to awaken he was sure of it, in a voice made weak by fear he spoke to the darkness. “Where am I? Who are you and what do you want?” Laughter floated around him peeling like bells atop a temple mount, A voice spoke from the darkness “you are here to witness your future if you choose to tread the ramparts of destiny.” A light blossomed from the darkness its intensity growing to consume vision and hearing soon no trace of the darkness remained stead a field bathed in green and red stood before him; across the field a line of archers readied their bows, a silence then spread across the length and width of the field as they released their quarrels into the sky, blackening the sun with their deadly shafts. Voices rose from the mist behind him screams for help and orders for a retreat; a second voice broke through all the others it took a moment for Ashe to realize that it was his own which bellowed the orders a stillness hung over the battle field not even the wounded dared to break the silence, Ashe watched as his hand rose heavenward a crimson blade clutched in his gauntleted fist its elegant blade shimmering in a pulse, as black coils of mist began to swallow the blade, the darkness trailed it like smoke. It grew darker and began moving of its own accord before him stretching towards the line of Archers. with a shout he broke the otherworldly silence; he released the mist. A ghostly wind rose screaming from the depths of hae’l, the earth’s crust split belching gouts of green flame from its depths, riding hard upon the flames tail was death himself a flaming sword clutched in his skeletal hand a unearthly scream spurred him onward upon his ghostly steed, he rode each hoof reverberating like a thousand anvils in a blacksmiths Shop, darkness crept around him as his blood thirsty screams pierced into the hearts of brave men turning the most veteran of them into cowering children, chaos reigned amongst the line of archers as Ashe’s spell took hold of them. . Soon only one Archer remained untouched by the creature which he had summoned, the archer raised its left arm casting a bright light from its palm, the darkness retreated back into the rent in the earth till nothing remained of Ashe’s spell, except the mangled bodies of the line of archers who were not lucky enough to get away, Ashe slumped upon his weakened legs as he watched the single Archer advance across the plain of dead men, coldness swept through Ashe as he saw his death in the form of this single Archer, a smile graced his lips he knew his time had come at last a time to end his pain a time to end his torment it was by this Warriors hand that his death would be delivered.

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The Archer removed her conical helm as she watched the man’s spell peter out, her emerald green eyes widened as she watched him sag to his knees, her enemy had exhausted his magic reserves; a small smile tugged at her graceful lips finally an end to his butchering. As she strode nearer she discarded her broken bow and retrieved from a dead man his cutlass, tonight a murderer was going to die by her hand her family would finally rest in peace and she could rest her vengeful pact. She approached the armored man and raised her blade to remove his unarmored head.

Ashe watched as the cutlass was raised and smiled a weary smile knowing full well that his time had finally come; with the swing of her raised blade a concussion rumbled from above the war torn lands, with its sudden interruption he felt himself blown backwards like a marionette with its strings cut, his body flailed about, his conscious mind was ripped brutally from his body only to be slip back through the empty halls of unconsciousness shattering the dark currents which had held him motionless during the scene of savage violence. Ashe’s mind was thrown into chaos, as if he was being tossed around in a stormy sea. The visions and voices that had haunted him for so long had finally coalesced into something tangible, something real. He felt a sense of desperation as he tried to cling to reality, to keep from being consumed by the swirling darkness around him. The soft voice taunted him, tempting him with promises of power and glory, but Ashe knew better. He had seen the consequences of his actions in the field before him, the carnage and destruction wrought by his own hand.

The weight of guilt and regret pressed down on him like a heavy stone, threatening to crush him beneath its weight. He had become a monster, a twisted version of himself that he barely recognized. The sight of the archers falling before him, their bodies torn apart by his magic, made him sick to his stomach. He had been so consumed by his own desires, by the lure of power, that he had lost sight of everything else.

But even as he accepted his fate, even as he prepared himself for the final blow, fate intervened. A sudden explosion rocked the battlefield, and Ashe felt himself being torn away from the scene of his own death. He was left adrift once more, a broken and battered soul struggling to find its way back to the world of the living.

Ashe’s mind was in turmoil as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened. He knew that he had been given a second chance, but he also knew that he couldn’t go back to the way things were before. He had to find a way to make amends for his past actions, to redeem himself in the eyes of the gods and the people he had wronged. It would be a long and difficult road, but Ashe was ready to face it. With a heavy heart and a newfound determination, he set out on his journey, hoping to find redemption in the face of his own darkness.