I woke up in a panic, I'd had yet another nightmare, a flashback.

Perhaps one day I'll be far enough removed from the horrors of the past that I can detach myself from them. Maybe I can sleep one day.

I didn't have a house, I couldn't afford to. Finances weren't the issue, though, my kind is being hunted. By who? Noxus. After Zaun sold us as weapons to Demacia, Noxus has made it their primary goal to eradicate us entirely. For this reason, I lived as a vagabond. I never see any of my family. We all decided it would be best for us all to remain split up; make ourselves harder to extinct.

I did however, have a home. Home was the feeling of contentment I received from helping anyone I could. I'm not an overtly nice person, nor do I trust easily, but I do occasionally come across travelers in need of directions or, in some cases, protection. Every little thing I do to help someone chips away at the guilt I harbor for what I had done in the past, what He had forced me to do.

Of course, I have come across some unfriendly presences. Noxians seem to be everywhere. How do I deal with them? I let my other half take over. I let the demon within me consume my sanity for a period, and I let her do what she pleases with the victim. The result is usually not pretty.

One time, I was ambushed by an entire division of Noxian soldiers. In an instant I had killed all of them. Actually, killed is an ill fitting word. Eviscerated  is more appropriate. 

What am I, exactly? Well, the Noxians dubbed us 'Viscera', rather appropriately, might I say. Our creator never really gave us a name. I use the term 'creator' nonchalantly, He did not actually bring us into existence, He merely enhanced what we already were. What they call us doesn't really matter, we're ultimately just monsters, freaks of artificiality that disgrace everyone we come across with our presence. 

I don't really feel as though any of us have a purpose. Some of us still fight for Demacia, while the rest of us are scattered throughout the many lands, wandering aimlessly, searching for anywhere or anyone that could use us.

Lately I have been itching for a change. I've spent the past two years wandering aimlessly in the outer Demacian rims, helping occasional travelers and killing a Noxian here or there.  It's just so damn repetitive. I just want what I do to mean something... somehow... 

There is one place I know that disgraces Noxus and might actually allow me to reside within its borders: Ionia.

When we were in captivity, we dreamed of going to Ionia. We'd only heard a little about it, but from what we could understand it was a place where it was okay to be not fully human. For years I've longed to discover if what we had heard was true, but my own paranoia held me back. What if I'm disgraced there the same way I am everywhere else? What if all I accomplish is being a monster with different scenery?

Well, today I have made up my mind. No more setbacks, I have to get out of here. As soon as I gather the rest of the belongings from my tiny shack, Ionia is the only thing in my sights.

...as soon as I cross through Noxus.