The fire, or what was left of it anyway, was glowing faintly outside of her makeshift tent as the rain trickled down onto it, and sullen eyes stared at it as she lost herself in thought for what was probably the millionth time.

Her grimy white hair stuck to her neck as she rested her head against the palm of her hand, holding her head up as she lay in the mud, no longer caring about being dirty. She felt the wetness of the mud close in around her as she sunk slightly into the wet ground.

She continued watching the faint glow from the firepit as the rain continued to beat it, and couldn't help but think... "Still barely holding on against all odds despite being beaten down by everything... Kind of like me."

The rain picked up in intensity, and it began to soak the tent and the cold air began to bite her. She shivered slightly, but she had been through much worse in the wilderness than this - she had endured countless storms, windy, rainy, snowy, even some sandy, and she fought back against the cold with her Noxian endurance.

Her Noxian endurance...

She sighed as she remembered all her times at the academy, causing scenes every now and then in the classes. Not scenes caused by mischief - but scenes caused by Riven proudly upholding the Noxian morals and values. If a student was weak to her, she would challenge them right there in class - attack them on if he truly believed the ideas behind Noxus, scutinize them, embarass them, and she would not get in trouble for it either.

To her, the embarassment would strengthen them up, and her teachers seemed to agree with her on this, as they not only allowed her to go unpunished for every single disruption but also allowed bullying to run rampant.

Noxian bullying was the worst kind of bullying. Noxian bullying usually got bloody.

Riven was only bullied once in the academy - by a big mugfaced ape looking boy named, almost ironically, Butch.

Butch was a stupid kid, but what he lacked in intellect he made up for in his strength; muscles jutted out from underneath his Noxian training garb, muscles far larger and more defined than any of the other boys his age, something he proudly displayed and showed off and used to intimidate those he saw as below him, and apparently he saw Riven as being below him.

What a horrible mistake.

"Hey Riven..." He began, and she had turned and met his intimidating glare, and met it with a ferocious glare of her own, silently staring him dead in the eyes. "You sure like to cause alot of scenes... You think you're strong?" He continued, pausing slightly in between each syllable.

Riven continued staring at him, and then scoffed, her eyes unblinking. "You believe yourself to be strong? You are weak. You are Demacian fodder. You prey on the weak."

The boy stood there for a second in silence, and he appeared to be lost in thought as he stared off into the sky for a few moments, before snapping back into reality.

"Well you do the same! You always talk bad to the weaker kids in class!"

Riven scoffed once again. "You are a fool. What I do to those people, I do it not to feel stronger and make up for strength that I lack, I do it to strengthen them. You do it because you're a weakling."

Other trainees noticed the altercation and started to group up and watch the scene unfold.

The boy looked around and suddenly looked nervous; he knew that he was slowly beginning to lose whatever sort of power he had gained for himself by his bullying, and he needed to show them he was still strong. He sized Riven up - she didn't look so strong. Besides, she was a... Girl. He could take her.

"If I'm so weak - how about you quit talking and start swing- OOF"

He was cut off by Riven's fist slamming into his nose.

"Gladly."

He went crashing into the ground, blood already spouting out of his nose, and he quickly started to get up. "You just made a big mistake..." He said as he held his nose, but before he could get to his feet, Riven's foot came slamming down into his back, forcing him back down to the ground. Hard.

"ACK!"

Before he could say anything else or do anything else, Riven kicked him hard in the side, causing him to flip over and lay flat on his stomach, and he began to groan in pain, his eyes squeezed shut.

"So... Is this what strength looks like, Butch?" She said as she knelt down beside him. "Because all I see is a broken weakling. And weaklings have no place in Noxus."

Her hands closed in around his throat.

Hey guys I'm back. I decided to pick this story back up again after having some ideas for it and I wanted to tell more stories centered around Riven. I think I'm going to do something different with this fanfiction: I'll have "stories" which are basically just random adventures and whatnot Riven gets into as she journies in exile, and then "remembering" segments, which are short chapters dedicated to Riven remembering parts of her past. I think it'll be a pretty fun and neat way to flesh out Riven a little more, and I hope you enjoy those as well as the stories.

For now I'm gonna take my leave. I hope you guys are interested!

-Twisted