Scars
"You ungrateful brat!" Weizhe Karimi snarled as he held his daughter's arm in the boiling pot of water. She didn't protest, she didn't say a word, she only watched as she sobbed silently at the pain her father was giving her. But she knew better. Weizhe's gambling and uses of foreign prostitutes was starting to be known throughout Navori, but they didn't know that the generations of careful saving done by the Karimi family was all drank and whored away in the span of a few years. Weizhe's family was rapidly going bankrupt, and that's why his eldest daughter stole from him. She stole small amounts of money when she wasn't being trained for priestess-hood and hid it in various hiding spots around the village, not for her, but for her younger brothers and sisters; Yunru and Aamina, Manjula and Iseul, and of course, little Daganya. Those were her siblings, and she loved them with all her heart and soul, as any big sister would.
Those five trusted her, and she couldn't let them down. How could she? The girl was the closest thing those little ones had to a mother. So if it meant being harmed time and time again by her own father to feed them, she would take it. She would take it a thousand times over and be grateful. Even so, the girl couldn't remember ever hating her father for it, no. She loved her father, as any child should. She only hated what he did to her, and those marks of what he did still marred her skin to this day, on her arms, legs, back, and her stomach, the scars were there, be it by fire or other materials, and it was easy to tell which mark was which.
"Now get out of my sight ! And hopefully you learn your lesson this time!" Weizhe hollered both frustrated and pitiless, throwing his now injured daughter to the smooth stone floor, where she hit the ground with a small grunt. Soon after staring at her for a few moments, the tall man turned and left, slamming the oak door behind him. She didn't know where he was going, probably to drink more money away. But the girl was still silent, pushing away her younger siblings who attempted to help. She couldn't afford to break. Not now, not ever. Strength was the way she would survive this. Not only for herself, but for her village and family, and soon enough, she'd be renowned throughout both Ionia and Runeterra for her strength.
Soon enough, Karma would be a name to be remembered.