Diary of Zyra

5th of Newvary 3256

Over the last few years my life has felt unfulfilling. I use to feel strong and Queen of the land in my Midlane role. But one day I woke to my Spells not acting like they should. Then soon after that my plants started acting odd. They use to spawn from my seeds and instantly direct my wrath onto the near by simpleton champions. Now they only attack the ants that mindlessly wander down the paths unless I attack with spell or Thorns. Am I losing my control over that wild flora?

20th of Yon 3258

I am so depressed. I can no longer roam in my favorite grove where the river divides and the wild brush is on both sides. The enemies that dwell there are fast and act with steel. My Spells are too slow and my Plants have become weak and dumb. I feel as if some unnatural force is draining me of my powers.

I have been forced to march with a marksmen in the lower lands where my plants can be a distraction and I can slow the enemy from overwhelming the marksmen. Even tho I can still bring my wrath down on the enemy more then my allies and often get more kills, my "allies" call me a "support". I cant believe I have been reduced to this.

12th of Cornel 3259

Do the gods hate me? Have I offended the wilds of the land? My plants once my right hand of power. My deliverers of wrath! My bringers of DEATH! Have become weak and brittle. They barely can withstand a gust of wind. Their petals fall to the ground at the slightest touch. They have become lethargic and lazy, often growing and doing NOTHING! Only be be cut down by my enemies with one quick cut. Often they do this without even KNOWING they are trampling my babies. I have to rely of my spells more and more and they feel weaker and weaker. The items I buy have to be designed to pierce my enemies resistance else I might as well be throwing petals at my foes.

2nd of Holst 3259

I dont know what to do. My Plants, they are. They are becoming nothing but landscape, background scenery. I grow them and they just sit there doing.... Nothing. Often there are enemies near by and they do nothing. I have to exert all of my will and magic to get them to move. Some times they only act on the thorns of my hand. I have to walk upto my enemy and point RIGHT AT THEM for my once beautiful bringers of death to follow my will.

What has become of me? Am I withering? Am I dying? Is the earth and mulch my fate?

I was once a towering Rose that the gods sought out to smell and thorns that cut them if they got to close.

I was beautiful once.