It had been a few weeks since Mel Medarda had taken ruling over Noxus. After Ambessa's death, she had returned from Piltover to give the people the leader they deserved. Someone who would keep them safe, and happy.

For the people of Noxus, life went on as normal. Of course, Ambessa was grieved and respected, but Mel's reign was welcomed by the masses. Life went on. The people still mingled as they used to. And the children still played as they always did. Like you.

You were out playing with some friends nearby the ruins of an old building. You knew you shouldn't really be there, that it was dangerous, but you were brave. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Exploring, one of your friends pointed out something on top of the building, sat on a particularly insecure looking piece of debris. One dare led to you clambering up there, trying to reach what was above. But about halfway, you lost your footing, falling to the ground in a heap. Dazed but unharmed, you shook your head - you could hear your friends giggling behind you. But those giggles quickly turned to gasps.

Looking up, you barely got a second to see the rubble falling towards you. You scrunched your eyes closed, bracing yourself for the pain - but it never came. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a warm, golden glow - a shield, magical and powerful, protecting you. Then a woman approached, shoving away the rubble; the shield faded just after.

"Are you alright, young one?"

The woman asked, holding a hand out to you. Hesitant, you reached to take it, looking up at the woman above you - only to see Mel Medarda herself under the white hood.