iron tempered on marble

PROLOGUE

All I can think of is what it felt like to run. I've ran before of course, but it never like I was truly running. It felt too safe, I knew that once I was done running I could comfortably return to my Noxus-standard bedding and wake up to Noxus-standard meal. Every day before this felt like my being was being forged into weapon, all the caveats and contours struck out as the days passed. No more. Now I run even if i don't know where or when I'll find safety. I will not be beaten into a tool. I will NOT a master or a servant. I am no ones tool, I am not withholden to a nation or a bloodline. I own only my scars and my name. Rell, "Iron maiden".