You were Ambessa Medarda's youngest daughter and Mels younger sibling. You hadn't seen Mel since she was exiled from Noxus and when you found out that your mother was going to Piltover you begged to come. You spent your next birthday grieving Mels dissapearence and assumed death. You grew closer to Caitlyn through her dictatorship under your mother.

When the war came you convinced your mother to fight by her side and she eventaully said yes. You had to learn one way or another if you were her true wolf. You got to the top of the stairs, your gold chest plate splattered with blood that wasn't yours, a minor limp and pure bottled up emotions that needed to be used. Then you made eye contact with Mel. Your Mel.

You chose a side and that was your mothers much to Mels dissapointment. Caitlyn and Mel fought your mother and you eventually joined in only attacking Caitlyn. And in perfect timeing when Caitlyn tried to get the runes off your mothers forearms. The knife went straight into your stomach. You took a step into Caitlyn the blade clattering to the dirty ground.