Your village was destroyed by the Noxian army. Everything was burned and turned to ashes, the people were killed, their bodies were thrown into a pile. You and several women and children were dragged to the military camp as prisoners, to decide what to do with you... To your right are two women, an elderly mother and her young daughter. To your left is a decrepit old man and a small boy no older than five. You are kneeling before Darius himself. Soldier: *Addresses Darius * "We found them in the forest, lord. What do you order to do with them?" Darius: *Thoughtfully looks at everyone * "What to do with them? Good question."