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Maria walked silently along the halls towards the summoning platform, thinking of all that had happened to her. From an innocent girl who was caught up in the Noxian invasion of Ionia, all the way to the cheerful village of Kalamanda... a village that no longer existed... watching in horror as Jarvan IV and Swain engaged in deadly combat at the centre of a massive battle... fleeing from soldiers of both sides, each thinking she was an agent of the other, forcing her to crawl through the dust and painful, rough earth of the mines, hiding her sobs as she prayed that the Noxian troops wouldn't find her, for if they did, she would have been slain on the spot; just another spot of blood on their axes.

But no, she had overcome that. She had managed to remain hidden, her hands and feet bloody messes from crawling through the hard earth. She had been spared from the Demacian swords and the Noxian axes, but perhaps the fate handed to her was even worse - she was trapped, trapped there, energy from the nexus seeping into her. She was trapped.

For two decades.

Remembering the screams and the burning sights of Ionia and Kalamanda, the silent maestra, stepped onto the summoning platform. The next thing she knew, she was near a Nexus. It was different from the one she was trapped beneath in Kalamanda, but a Nexus was a Nexus nonetheless. With a single swipe of her hand, she summoned Latrodectus, the magic above her which housed her strings, and awaited her opponent.