The Unforgiven And The Exile 6 Chapter 6

"A farm in Trevale." Riven looked at the old man. "Noxus," she admitted.

The council hall, which had dropped back to silence in order to hear the prisoner, took in a collective breath.

"I see," continued the judge. "And you no longer call that place home."

"When your home tries to kill you, is it still home?"

"You are an exile then?"

"That would imply I wish to return," Riven said.

"You do not?"

"Noxus is no longer what it once was." Impatience edged into Riven's voice. "Can we get on with this?"

"So be it," the judge said with a calmness that irritated Riven more than the shackles on her wrists. "You came with the Noxian fleet, yes?"

"I a.s.sume so."

"You do not know?" The judge looked confused.

"I do not remember," Riven said. She glanced to the crowd, her sideways look catching the eyes of Shava. The old woman had asked a similar question. Riven shook her head. "Does it matter? There was a battle. Many died. That is all I know."

The painful memory of war that smoldered among the crowd flared to life at Riven's words. They shoved each other, shoulders knocking together and shouting, as they all tried to stand at once.

Someone lashed out. "Noxian filth! My son is dead because of you!"

A moldy eggfruit sailed through the air and pelted Riven in the neck. The fermented juice and pulp slid wetly down the back of her s.h.i.+rt. The rotten smell rose up in the air, but Riven would not allow the scent of death to take her back to that moment long ago. She closed her eyes, allowing her breath to come through parted lips.
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With that, the crowd erupted. Riven knew what it looked like, that she felt nothing for what had happened to these people. "Please," she whispered to herself, unsure if she was imploring them to stop, or to encourage the fullness of their barely contained anger.

In answer, more of the late season eggfruit exploded on the stone floor. One caught Riven behind the knee. She stumbled, struggling to maintain her balance with her hands bound.

The judge rose to her full height, towering over the seated villagers and Riven. Her magistrate's robe flared as she slammed the chestnut sphere against its cradle. The wooden benches beneath the crowd strained, groaning and flexing in response to the magistrate's will.

"I will have balance restored to this hall!"

The reprimanded villagers quieted.

"Yes, Riven, the council remembers that time," the judge continued with more restraint. "Many Ionians… and Noxians… perished. And you?"

It was a question that plagued Riven. Why had she been spared when others had not? She could offer no answer that would satisfy. "It seems I did not," she said quietly

"Indeed." The judge smiled coldly.

Riven knew there was little she could say to pacify the bereaved crowd. She owed them the truth, but even that was not hers to give. Her memories of that time were broken. She bowed her head.

"I do not remember," Riven said.

The judge did not stop the questioning. Riven knew doing so would only allow for interruptions to spew forward from the anger simmering in the room.

"How long have you been in this land?"

"I do not remember."

"How did you come to this village?"

"I do not remember."

"Have you been here before?"

"I…" Riven hesitated, but could not hold on to the moment that would give a clear answer. "I cannot remember."

"Did you meet with Elder Souma?"

The name stirred something within her. A memory of a memory, hazy and sharp at the same time pa.s.sed through her. Anger flooded the empty place where her past once lived. She had been betrayed. She had betrayed.

"I can't remember!" Riven lashed out in frustration, the shackles at her wrists rattling.

"War breaks many things," the judge said, softening. "Some we cannot see."

In the face of this enlightenment, some of the fight left Riven. "I cannot remember," she said, more calmly than before.

The judge nodded. "There are others who may be able to speak to what you cannot remember."