PROLOGUE
WAR
Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with their freedom. A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself. The secret to happiness is freedom, and the secret to freedom is courage. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. Courage will follow when faith takes the lead. War is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal.
War is the result of failure to impose information and disregarding communication. War does not determine who is right, only who is left. Families, homes, lives, and the very way of life itself is subject to destruction. James Montana learned that at the ripe age of seven years old. He was forced to grow up way too fast, becoming someone- something, for someone else, never developing the sense of his own identity.
A child, being stripped of his innocence, beliefs, and freedom. Those things once shined just as bright as the sun if not more behind his toothy smile and hazel eyes. Individuality was frowned upon in his household and diacouraged, never knowing why, always being kept at arm's length and spoon-fed lies, never knowing the reason why, never knowing the truth. Evwntually, one day, those eyes grew dull and dark, his smile set like the sun, never rising again.
He was taken from his parents before they were murdered shortly afterward, never knowing why. Taken from his home and stripped of any family or friends, never knowing why. He was drafted into the Noxian war after being studied, examined, observed, and experimented on, never knowing why. He lived a life of incarceration and torture, never knowing why.
Conditioned to know nothing outside of the concept of being a tool of war. His twelveth birthday marked the day of his rebellion, however. Upon reaching his breaking point, something inside of him snapped. In an instant a large bout of blinding wrath erupted from within his core, breaking him free from the binding chains of Noxus, quite literally. With this newfound power things were set into motion.
Pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place whilst escaping. Running straight towards the great unknown without any sense of direction or guide, this power was enough to fuel desire for answers which was not a good start, but nonetheless, a start. An answer-thirsty rage-driven adolescent boy with unstable powers aimlessly roaming the twisted and corrupted streets of Zaun was set to drift for the next three years. What's the worst that could happen?