I felt it the moment the old man's head collided against the wall, his skull shattering and giving way to a bloody mess of splintered bone and destroyed brain as he crumpled to the ground. My true strength flowed through my body, no longer inhibited by the dampening spell the man had placed in secret upon me. I flexed, outstretching my arms as I let the power flow through me pleasurably. With just barely a thought, I rose into the air, my feet leaving the ground behind. It had previously at least taken my concentration to maintain flight, but now as my powers exponentially grew, it seemed as easy as breathing. I raised my hand then, giggling a little in the euphoria of it all. So much untapped power.

It almost overwhelmed me, but my mind was strong. Greedily, I focused my strength, my most potent of magic: Manipulation of raw force itself, into one point above my hand. The result was astounding, a crushing black hole of magic forming, crushing everything within it. A controlled black hole, bound by her magic.

Those fools! I see now the reason they feared me so much as to restrain me! That mistake will certainly be their last however… I thought, as even more magic pulsed through me, my true powers still awakening. It begged to be released, and with my thoughts I willed the orb to begin encircling me, as I created another, and another, to join it in a circling motion around myself. I found myself having to concentrate with three in total, keeping them rotating, and feeding them with my magic continuously. I would have to get used to the feeling, and ensure my magic was not getting away from me.

Great power had to have great control.

Maybe that's why those silly old men that were the Ionian Elders sought to seal my true strength. Control by prevention. It was a total waste of my potential, and I decided then, the path that I would now walk. I would prove their method inferior to my own. I would prove that control of her potential would be better through exercise of her powers, restraint just prevented me from using them after all.

In fact, I thought, and I let a smile play across my lips, as I began floating forth, the three Dark Spheres as they would come to be named orbiting around me, the best way to show them my control would be by using my powers… On them! The thought brought laughter to my throat. Now that would be a way to prove my strength, by cutting off the head of Ionia! I felt my smile grow ever wider as I flew through the temple exit, and rose into the air to gaze upon the city-state. It looked so peaceful, recovering from the devastation of the Noxian invasion.

My eyes then reversed.

My gaze fell upon the temple, which had been used as a prison in the disguise of a school. I decided I was going to put it to better use. It was time to let the Ionian Elders know that I was free, and that I wielded power far greater than their feeble minds could comprehend. I in fact, even found myself questioning whether I could perform the task that I had presented myself with… I steeled my mind, devoting myself one-hundred percent to the effort.

I placed my hands before me, pairing them together as my magic surged through me, arcing across the temple in invisible veins.

"Huaaaa…" I breathed, molding my power against the structure. It was larger than I had originally given it credit for, and although magic was literally erupting in my body at this point, mental stress was taking its toll. I thought of simply letting the three Dark Spheres encircling me fade out of existence, to devote all my power to the task at hand, however I decided against it. No, I would not show an ounce of weakness! I would conquer this task through sheer…

Force of Will!

I let my power erupt forth then, unleashing every drop of power my body held.

The mountain quivered, shaking and crumbling as my magics defied its strength. The ground split apart, rock and tree falling to their demise.

I unleashed a primal roar as I commanded my full power. It was exhilarating. I could hardly believe my eyes as I forced the temple into the air, manipulating the force of gravity itself. I pushed it higher and higher, forcing it to sit amongst the clouds. Above everyone else, where I belonged. Without a doubt, the people of Ionia now knew an undeniable fact: Syndra, the child of fearsome magical potential, was free.

I smiled to myself at the thought, my own body rising to meet my new… Fortress. "This power is mine to command."

I entered the temple- No, fortress, once more. It was no longer a prison, and it would be more a home than Ionia ever had been. I refused to go back to those men whom attempted to control me. I didn't doubt that my parents had likely had a hand in the transgression against me as well. No, they were all enemies to me now.

Enemies.

A thought passed through my mind then, about the display of power that I had just performed. It would without a doubt be noticed by more than Ionia, every other city-state would hear of it. Not only that, but the Institute of War would also take note. I recalled that its sole purpose was to prevent the usage of magic… Particularly of the scale that I had just used. The Rune Wars had indeed left the land ravaged, but I doubted my magic, which was completely within my control, would ever harm the world to the scale that the Rune Wars had.

"People fear what they cannot understand. Let them try to stop me, my potential is limitless. I am in complete control."

In honesty, I may have spoken the words to reassure myself. I did feel strain now, as I exerted my power to maintain the fortress in flight, along with the rotation of the three orbs around myself. It was daunting, exhausting even, but I would not allow interruption. My power continued to grow even as I expended it, and I could tell that within a few days, lifting this fortress would be just another ease.

I hovered through the halls, heading towards the large statue of a nameless Ionian monk that stood within the center. Silent and calm, was the appearance of the figure, the disciplined look Ionia strived for.

I grinned, almost maniacally, as I focused and shattered it with my power. I beat at it, restructuring the stone through brute force, carving the statue down into a…

Throne. Yes. That was the seat that I created, my throne. It was rough, formed square and uncomfortably, but that could be fixed later. For now, I flew over to it, and took a seat upon it. I crossed my legs together, and rested my elbow upon the armrest of my new throne. My cheek descended to my palm, and I sat in thought of what was to happen next. I raised other hand then, the three Dark Spheres moving to circle it in a slow, methodical pace.

"Let the world come at me. I will not be restrained."

- Author's Notes -

I decided that due to immense amounts of writer's block on Light and Dark that I might as well put out something else, and maybe writing it would help with my current issues on Light and Dark. Light and Dark will be continued, don't worry.

So, I tried writing from the first person perspective, and found it a tad difficult. I'm used to Third Person Limited. Please review and tell me how I did.

The goal of this story is going to be how Syndra came to join the League, a back story to her that isn't shit out of Riot's asshole. I personally believe Syndra is going to have quite a hard time adjusting to the League, particularly with a pretty 'brute force' perspective of magic. Characters like Talon, LeBlanc, Veigar, Xerath, and others are likely going to emerge as rivals to her and her 'ascension'. Let alone Ionia's favorite champions.

Also, in regards to the image used as the cover: I was unable to get in contact with the artist. I do not take credit for his/her image, and if anyone contacts them and they ask that it is removed, I will find another image. Artist pen name is 'Just Duet'.