The cells were dark, cold and damp. Generals and other warlords she had defeated locked into the cells. Most she defeated were dead but sometimes there were more then one reason to keep someone alive and locked away. Maybe to show them off. And that’s what Ambessa had done with you.

Mel walked the halls of the dungeon looking at her mother’s prisoners. You heard her footsteps and blatantly assumed it was her mother. You tried fighting the chains but you were pinned. A muzzle kept you quiet. You were bloodied and bruised. Blood matter in your hair. Your legs and wrists chained together and chains wrapping around your chest and torso kept your wings pinned to your body. The once strong beautiful wings broken and bloodied. Cuts clearly infected.

You heard the cell door open and two soldiers walking in. Oh hell no. You started kicking and fighting back. At the bars was a figure. Not Ambessa but still someone that would probably be here to give you another beating. Except she wasn’t. It was Mel Medarda, Ambessas daughter. And she had come to free you… well sort of. She had come to rebuild Noxus for the better.