I hadn't planned on publishing this ahead of schedule since timeline-wise in my HoN Lore story, this happens after Watchtower. If you haven't read my own story, most of this will just not make sense.
They all dreamt, and saw each other.
Ellonia saw it as her everlasting home. Ever since the beginning, this place had not changed. It had never changed. The cold beauty of her home was to be preserved, forever, just like her memories.
Jereziah saw it as it was now. A frosty field of ice, a place he had heard of but never personally visited. And the warrior's face looked back at him.
The Hellbringer saw it as it was to be. An obstacle between the fiery Hellbourne and their need for another ally. A place to be lit up in flames, to be conquered, and the warrior recruited into their ranks, for they needed this one.
And as the three leaders gazed silently at each other, Ellonia knew that her homeland was soon to be devastated. The Hellbourne would descend upon her lands like the plague, and Jereziah would lead the Legion to combat the Hellbourne at every twist and turn.
Jereziah knew that he needed to find the encased warrior before the Hellbourne did, and enlist his help.
The Hellbringer knew that he could not afford for the Legion to be one step faster than him in locating the warrior.
Ellonia did not move as the two stared at each other, herself mentally cataloguing her knowledge of the current status quo. The Hellbourne had conquered the upper half of the Forest of Caldavar, but a sheer wall of ice prevented simple entry from either the Forest or Blackwal into the Frost Fields. The Hellbringer's only hope to mobilize any forces into the Frost Fields was to go through Grimm's Crossing or through the Halls of Ice. Both were risky, and the former was now home to beasts unknown, while it was almost definite that the Hellbringer would not risk trespassing upon the lands of the savages that now resided in the Halls.
But the Legion had a trickier time, ever since they lost Blackwal, and with it, their only land option to the Frost Fields. Ellonia knew, that Jereziah would have no choice but to mobilize by sea, land in the Frozen Edge, and from there, forge a path through uncharted glaciers, past the Tundra, and into the Frost Fields.
But most of all, these two before her should know all of this better than her. And yet neither wavered.
She closed her eyes, and considered her own predicament. It was the worst of all. For she was the one fated to wait and do nothing. She, who had ruled since the beginning, and yet had less of a conviction to fight, for she could not bear to see her warriors shattered and their lives lost.
Her only choice, as the ruler of these lands, was to wait. And wait she shall.