It had been 6 years since the war, to this very day. Riven looked up to the sky as she sat for a moment, she had been tending to O'fa's farm all morning, and as she tried to take a moment to herself, Riven's thoughts traveled back to the long journey from Noxus. Lands she had not plowed through with the farming tool as she did now, but rather her bloodied blade, people's lives she had torn asunder, and ghosts of the past she still yet had to bury within herself.

Her eyes shut as she tried to push the thoughts back, and Riven allowed a breath in, even as her mind returned to that time once more, she was no longer haunted by it. Instead, she relaxed, and basked in the hot midsummer sun while the cicadas whirred in the trees around her. A decade ago she would never have imagined herself in such an idyllic scenario. Back then, all she knew was war, and the heavy burden of her sword. The time was different now, and even as ghosts flicked at the edges of her vision, she got up, and began to resume the process of tending to the fields.

It was tedious work, and she often times felt bored by it. Despite this, she continued on, for it was her repentance, the justice that was serviced upon her so many years ago, when the war was still fresh in people's minds. 'Hard labor, repairing the homes and lives of those you had harmed' were the words the judge had spoken, too light in her opinion.

That was in the past now though, and Riven looked to the future with a sense of peace. Having spent the last few years repairing that which she had destroyed, she had gained a sense of family along the way. It was difficult at first, every night and day she worked, there were many people delivering upon her their grievances. Each home she repaired was like trying to mend the wounds Noxus had gouged into Ionia, but the reward for doing so was far greater than any victory she could have achieved in battle. With each deed, the villagers saw how hard she worked, tireless day and night in her duty, some farmers who had worked most of their lives in the fields, or woodweavers, who shaped the very trees into homes, were amazed at how quickly she had become in-tune with the magic of ionia, how truly it was she wished to make right the wrongs she had done. Riven worked herself raw, often times overcome by exhaustion in her efforts to mend the scars Noxus had left on their lives.

Riven smiled as she remembered the first year she had been there, O'fa and O'ma had made her a delicious dinner in commemoration of her efforts. What she had not expected was how many people were there. Riven had been lead to a clearing just out back of the old couples house, and had been presented with a sight she believed she would never forget. There in the clearing were all the townspeople whos homes she had fixed in the last year. Asa, Shava, and many many townspeople were all situated there. The very judge who had sentenced her walked up, observing her slowly. Riven had looked away for a moment, glancing at her O'fa and O'ma. Surprise was etched into her face.

She remembered the judge smile once after her long examination, and place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slow squeeze. "We decided, that since you've never received a proper welcoming in Ionia, that it was about time we gave you one. Welcome home, Riven."
Riven's warm red eyes widened at this, and she soon felt the warm embrace of those who were effectively her adoptive mother and father. The tears that were shared between them were happy, and soon after the celebration truly began. Riven didn't remember much after that, for it was filled with drunken marieness, good food, and laughter. Her hard work, restoring what she had broken, restoring herself... They had welcomed it, recognized it, and accepted her for who she now was. That day, Riven had changed. She accepted what these people had known for a while already- that she was no longer a Noxian dog, but a daughter of Ionia.

Riven was brought out of her mental wanderings by a horseman from the council had been sent here, why? She wondered.

The horseman drew close, being sure not to accidentally mar the field, and dismounted. In a smooth motion he brought his hand back and pulled a scroll from his sack, moving closer to hand it to Riven.
"The council has summoned you, and Master and Mistress Konte for a meeting this afternoon."
The white haired Noxian woman looked down at the scroll, and opened it slowly, undoing the handmade ties and reading it briefly.

Dear Riven, Master and Mistress Konte.

Many years ago we suffered greatly at the hand of the Noxian empire. An unprovoked attack that lead to a mass of lost life, both from us, and them. Today we meet to address Riven, an ex-commander of the Noxian army and self imposed exile. Her deeds in the last 6 years since her arrival here have reached far and wide, leaving us with a decision on the remainder portion of her sentence. Please come to the Council Hall as soon as you are able, and we will finalize this matter with most haste.

Sincerely,
The High Magister.

Riven seemed frozen by the letter, from how it was worded, it was as if she was being sentanced again. She turned back to the house, and then nodded to the messenger. He bowed for a moment, before remounting and slowly urging his mount to plod away. The silver haired woman took a deep breath, her red eyes re-scanning the page as if to confirm what she read was true. They sky seemed to come overcast suddenly, as if to mirror the dread within her own mind.

Once the messenger had left, Asa opened the door slowly, taking his time he eased down the steps towards Riven. The last 6 years had really taken their toll on the older man, and he now walked with a cane.
"O'fa… The Council wishes to see us." She said evenly, looking up at her would-be father.
Asa looked confused, and rested his cane on the plow for a moment as he took the scroll from Riven's hands. His eyes read over it slowly, and confusion seemed to come over his face as his eyebrows knit closely together. He rolled it back up for a few moments, and pondered silently.
"I suppose we'll go then." The old man smiled rather oddly at Riven, and she seemed very confused. Something made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but she agreed.
"Of course, O'fa."