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Syndra is a mage with incredible power at her own command. When she was a child, she disturbed the villagers with her spontaneous and wild magic. She was sent away to be taught about control, but eventually she discovered her mentor was restraining her abilities. Forming her feelings of treason and hurt into dark spheres of energy. From that day, Syndra has sworn to destroy all who would try to control her.

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As a young child Syndra was prone to distraction. She would often get lost in the magical beauty of a pond eclipsed in shadow and other. Whenever her chores at home went unfinished, she was punished harshly by her mother for her lack of focus. Syndra was even blamed when the milk went bad or when any other minor situation happened to the family.

Her older brother teased her more than anyone. Syndra often hid in her favourite hiding spot—the ghost-willow, a tree that was sacred to the people of her village. Alone, she would whisper to the tree for hours, seeking peace for herself. One warm evening, her brother and his friends tracked her in secret of a tree. They laughed at her childish tears. Her hate, shame and rage grew as she tried to ignore their mocking, until one of them threw a clump of dirt at her head.

Syndra snapped and could no longer control her emotions. All her rage rose from deep within her, it formed a darkly shining magical orbs, heavy with the weight of her wild emotions.

Deprived of the ghost-willow, the villagers grew concerned that their connection to the Spirit of Ionia had been severed, and Syndra’s family was to blame. Forced to move on in search of a new home, all had become fearful of her magic.

After months of travel, they reached the coast and encountered a hermit-priest named Konigen. He spoke of his home on the island of Fae’lor, where he taught those who wished to learn to control their wild magic, and Syndra’s family could see no other option—perhaps he could succeed where they had not. Young Syndra climbed the steps to a cliffside temple, crafted long ago from dark stone, and overlooking the sea. Though she missed her old life, she tried to embrace her teacher’s wisdom, and put all her effort into tempering her emotions.

However, Syndra grew frustrated as, instead of gaining more control, over the years her magic seemed to weaken. Konigen now locked himself away each morning, meditating in solitude rather than teaching her anything new, and so she confronted him. His teeth gritted with exhaustion, he confessed that he was deliberately dampening her power, for her own safety. Such negativity had a strange, unpredictable effect on reality, and Syndra had grown far beyond his ability as a mentor.

She felt more betrayed than she ever had before. Konigen tried to calm her, which only fueled her anger… and in that moment, his focus was lost.

The foundations of the temple shook. The morning light seemed to pale. Syndra rose from the floor, as her frustrations surged within her. She snatched dark orbs from the air, and cast them through her mentor’s body, forcing him to feel all of her bitter outrage as he died.

The ceiling gave way, rubble raining down, burying the sacred gardens in dust. Syndra turned her powers against what was left of the temple, sending shockwaves throughout Fae’lor, and draining raw magic from the island itself.

Never had such negative energy been so concentrated in one place, and it was the Spirit of Ionia that swelled to counter it. The bedrock opened up beneath Syndra, dragging her down to a cavern deep underground—roots pulled her into a pool of living water to suppress her powers, and trap her in a magical slumber.

Syndra dreamed for what seemed an eternity. Most of the world forgot she had ever existed.

War with the Noxian empire divided the people of Ionia, and Syndra was eventually awakened by those who had once stood guard over Fae’lor. Some came to kill her, while others hoped she would aid them against Noxus, but she unleashed chaos upon them all. She refused to be a pawn in someone else’s game. Ripping apart the walls of the fortress that had been built on top of her island prison, Syndra raised the greatest tower into the skies to carry her far away.

She would not be controlled. Not ever again. By no one and no thing!

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