Long before Freljord got its name from the snow and ice, there was a land full of wonders, at least, in the eyes of Nar.

As a yodeling child with boundless energy, Nar and others of his kind live openly among the strong people of the northern tribes.

Although he was short enough to leave footprints in the snow, he had a temper ten times the size of a beast, and would curse and spat out a barrage of expletives whenever he noticed anything wrong.

Therefore, he still preferred to be close to a larger and more intelligent creature, who had always kept their distance from mortals. To Nal, they looked like oversized white-haired yodelers, and that was enough to satisfy him.

While the human tribes were picking wild berries and lichens on the ice sheets, Nar was collecting more important things, such as rocks, pebbles, dead birds with mud, and so on.

And his most precious treasure is a mandible of a wild boar in Guvasque. As he dug the bone out of the icy earth, he let out a happy scream and threw it farthest away.

It flew back and landed two paces away.

This small success made his heart flutter, and Nar would take his "boomerang" with him wherever he went. The world has tried to offer him new treasures, sparkling strings, sweet honeydew, round things, but nothing compares to the joy of throwing and retrieving his precious weapon.

Now he considers himself a hunter, tracking down the herds of beasts that ignore him.

But even he felt that the land was changing. The sky seemed to darken. The wind seems to be getting colder. Mortal tribes used to forage together, but now they hunt separately.

The Great White Yodelers should know what to do. Nar should go to them.

With all his hunting skills, he followed them up to the top of a great mountain, running faster than ever.

His approach went unnoticed by anyone, and he saw countless mortals. It was so exciting, but it didn't seem like everyone else was happy about it.

Then the earth began to shake and cracked a big ditch. For the first time in his life, Nar saw that everyone but himself seemed to be throwing a tantrum. The mortals were shouting. The big yodelers were roaring too.

But the monster's arrival silenced them all.

A monster rose from the abyss that had just cracked, its huge horns, its tentacles flapping, its one-eyed open, and the burning light that made the fur behind Nar's back stand upside down.

Some mortals fled at the sight of this, and Nar felt a strange pain in his chest that made him think of losing his boomerang, or never being able to be hugged again. This horrible thing wants to hurt his new friends.

So he was angry. At that moment, Nar was really angry. All he had in his eyes was the monster. In an instant, he jumped into the air and flew towards it. In one of his paws he held a snowball, or what he thought it was.

In fact, he was holding a boulder that had been dug out of the side of the mountain, for Nar had grown as big as the Great White Yodelers. He's going to tell this monster where it's going to go back and forth, by smashing it in the face

But he never managed to smash it out this time. Nar felt a chill colder than winter, as if it was about to freeze the air into ice, an elemental magic that froze him in place, piercing through his unkempt hair.

Everything around them, including the monster, was silent. The power and anger of this yodeler melted and dissolved. A deep tiredness crept into his limbs, and he fell into a soft sleep.

Nar took a long nap. When he finally woke up, shook the frost off his shoulders, and gasped for breath with great difficulty, the others were all gone. With no monsters to fight or friends to protect, he once again felt small and lonely.

The land has also changed. There was snow everywhere, and there was a white blanket everywhere he could see. Still, when he saw his beloved boomerang beside him, he let out a cheerful cry and trotted with the boomerang in search of something to hunt.

Even now, Nar had no idea what had happened on that fateful day. He was just amazed by the world in front of him, with so many new things to collect and so many places to explore.

As the flames of the Rune Wars rage across the land, the Titan Peak stands alone on top of the world, and Kyle and her twin sister Morgana were born as a beacon of light against the invading darkness.

Their parents, Mihira and Ziram, embark on a treacherous ascent to the summit in order to gain strength and save their tribe from destruction.

When Mihira realizes she is pregnant, she chooses to keep going. At the top of the Giant God Peak, she was chosen to become the sacred carrier of the Righteous Star Spirit, wielding a long sword whose burning flames were brighter than the sun.

Soon after, the sisters were born. Kyle was only a breath ahead of his sister, and his dazzling light was only matched by Morgana's deep darkness.

But by this time, Mihira had become a formidable warrior, and her existence was far superior to that of any mortal. Ziram began to fear the divinity in her, and even more so the sorcerers with malicious intentions who had been summoned by the light.

He resolutely took his daughters out of this dangerous place. The father and daughter crossed the Sea of Conquerors to a new land that was said to be inherently resistant to magic.

They found a new home, where Ziram raised the two sisters. The temperaments of the two sisters are becoming more and more different.

Kyle is a young man who often argues with local leaders about their rules, and she has no memory of her mother's mighty power, but she knows that the rules are meant to keep everyone safe.

Her father barely mentions her mother, but Kyle is convinced that Mihira has ended the Rune Wars on some distant battlefield and saved them.

When the two sisters were young girls, a stream of fire streaked across the sky. A longsword with celestial flames stabbed into the ground between Kyle and her sister, splitting in two.

When Ziram saw the sword, he went crazy because he recognized it as Mihira's sword.

Kyle eagerly grabbed half of them, wings squirting out of her shoulder blades, Morgana carefully following her example.

At that moment, Kyle felt a bond between herself and her mother like never before, and she was sure it meant that her mother was alive and wanted her daughters to follow the path she had taken.

Residents believe that the sisters were blessed by the stars and destined to protect the infant Demacia from foreign invasions.

These two winged protectors became symbols of light and truth, and were revered and worshipped by all. Kyle has participated in many battles, taking the lead in the forefront of the growing militia, infusing his own flame into the weapons of those who are qualified

But time passed, and her quest for justice began to eat her back. Seeing potential danger as far as she could see, both inside and out, she created the Inquisition, enforced the law, and fanatically hunted rebels and robbers.

But her judgment was relaxed in front of one man. Kyle's followers are disappointed to see that she acquiesces to Morgana's containment of those who sincerely confess their sins.

Kyle's protégé, Rhonas, was most unhappy about this, and he vowed to do what Kyle didn't want to do, intending to imprison Morgana.

Kyle returns from a trip to see the rioting crowd and the dead Rhonas. Enraged, Kyle spurns the city and summons the sacred fire to cleanse it of its evils.

Morgana flew into the air to confront her, and the two sisters faced each other. If Kyle is to purge the darkness she sees in mortal hearts, he must start with his twin sister.

They fought with their lives in the air, each blow a lethal attack, and the buildings on the ground trembled. Suddenly, the fight between the two came to an abrupt end as they heard their father's cries of pain.

Kyle sees Ziram dead in his sister's arms, an innocent victim of the riots in the city that day. Kyle then holds the two halves of his mother's sword in each hand and vows never to let mortal emotions rule him again.

She jumped back into the air and soared above the clouds, feeling as if she had seen the Titan Peak on the horizon, its majestic summit bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

There she will find the perfect insight from the astral plane. She will be there alongside her mother to fulfill her legacy to the Righteous Star Spirit.

Although she has been away from Demacia for hundreds of years, Kyle's legend has largely inspired the culture and laws of the kingdom.

The colossal statue and emblem of the Winged Protector inspires the hearts of every warrior, driving them to light up the night with their march and drive all the shadows away from their land.

In the midst of strife and chaos, many people still hope that Kyle will eventually return, but others pray that day will never come.