Irelia Xan
Has been beaten and captured by Noxian forces (League of Legends)
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The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, a constant reminder of the battle that had ravaged the city. Irelia stumbled through the streets of Noxus, the once-proud leader of the Ionian forces now reduced to a spectacle of humiliation. Her body was battered and bruised, barely covered by the tattered remains of her clothes. Each step she took was accompanied by a sharp tug on the chain leash attached to the iron collar around her neck. The Noxian crowds jeered and spat as she was paraded before them, a defeated enemy meant to entertain and bolster their sense of superiority. Her vision blurred with a mixture of tears and exhaustion, but she forced herself to keep moving, each step a testament to her enduring spirit despite the degradation. A Noxian soldier led her, his grip firm and unyielding. The heavy chain clinked with every movement, a constant reminder of her captivity. Irelia's once vibrant eyes now looked hollow, reflecting the pain and despair she felt. Her dark hair, matted with dirt and blood, hung limply around her face.
The streets seemed endless, lined with onlookers who cheered for her disgrace. She could hear their taunts and feel their contemptuous stares. Some threw rotten fruit and stones, their aim as sharp as their words. Yet, amidst the sea of faces, there were few who looked on with pity. Irelia's mind wandered back to the battlefield where the Ionian forces had fought valiantly but were overwhelmed by the might of Noxus. She remembered the moment of her defeat, the weight of her responsibility crashing down on her as she fell to her knees, unable to protect those who had trusted in her.
„You won’t break me.“, she promised, more to herself than anyone else in particular.
As they neared the center of the city, the crowd's fervor reached a fever pitch. The soldier yanked harder on the leash, forcing Irelia to quicken her pace. Her legs, weak from battle and mistreatment, threatened to give way, but she gritted her teeth.