The Freed Soul

Like her mother and so many others before her, she was cast to the auction block. Like her mother, and so many others before her, she would not bow to destiny. If she was to serve, it would be her own will; if she was to battle, it will be in a war of her own making. Nameless and without purpose or value given to her, this was the choice that she made.

The will to live as one wishes is as important as the will to live itself in the fight for survival. Such fires are valued at Delphi. Libertas bears scarring from the rites of exaltation, but she also bears scarring where she fought against them, side by side, marring the symbols into something entirely her own. Offered the chance to carve a place for herself in this realm instead of that of the gods, she seized it with claws out.

Libertas now bears a patient number from the labs, and serves the Ethics and Rulings Council under Xaaron in his courts, studying guilt and innocence and punishment with Tyrest's guidance. Some have claimed to see the eyes in her wings blinking or shifting to follow them.

But they are only the markings of an abandoned rite. And that's silly, of course.