@stelegy sent : from swain : love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress.
" and if i have neither love nor legacy, what do i sacrifice? " eden can no longer count just how many decades it has been since she left the only home she'd known, and with it, her family. she was only a girl, too young to be separated from them, from anyone. and like countless other ionian children, she was swept in the tides of war toward noxus. she was simply too young. too young to be alone, too young to know how to fend for herself, too young to realize what it meant to step foot upon noxian soil and bleed for a country that wasn't her own.
but eden learned, eventually. she learned what it took to survive, promised herself that some day she would break free from the shackles of circumstance and search for her family. that isn't at all how the cards fell, though. she never did find them — she never had the chance to find them. blood magicks have kept her like a fly trapped in amber; she knows better than to think that time has been as kind to her parents, her brothers.
her hands squeeze together beside her thighs. eden breathes in a long, deep breath, holds it in her lungs until it became too excruciating to not set it free. here she is, one of hundreds of thorns in the winding brambles between the roses. noxus is her home, now. the nation within which she learned to fight, grew her power, where ionia remains distant and foreign. she wonders if the grand general knows, that her heart remains still, without love for either land. she would not, will not, betray noxus, but what is she working for? eden lowers her head, stares quietly down at her hands.
" perhaps my soul, then. "
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