A Short Story About Zyra
So this is just my interpretation of Zyra, one of my all time favorite champions, and further expanding her character. If you haven't read her lore, then let me give you a little insight; Zyra was a flower that ate a wizard and got a human body. That's just the simple version, if you want to know more look at her Universe page. I would estimate this at a 7 minute read. So anyways, the story begins...
Confusing, a word she didn't know till minutes ago, but felt perfectly described her current state. Looking back at the corpse of the woman that saved her, experiencing sight for the first time, standing on legs she only recently gained, everything was different. Eyes following the thorned vines that had pierced throughout the woman's body, her gaze met the being that she once was. A flower, with the brightest shades of purple and red, like a beacon among the surrounding green, laid there, its body resting on the jungle floor. An influx of emotions she wasn't even capable of till mere moments ago swept through her mind. Rage, pain, sorrow, joy, regret, hope, freedom, ecstasy, along with the memories of places she didn't know, but most of all she felt alive. For the centuries that she lived, she remembered feeling on the base needs and wants of survival, and that's exactly what she did by taking this woman, she survived.
The feeling did not last long however, as she was quickly taken in by her surroundings. Living as a flower, she was not capable of sight, having to sense where everything was through her roots and the pheromones that were released. In awe she stared up into jungle canopy, finally seeing what she had been surrounded by her entire life. Vibrant greens and browns, with dashes of yellow and other bright colors enclosed her, like a blanket. All of this was so much for her that she fell to her knees in wonder. In every direction life was teeming, apes were swinging among the branches above her, bugs painted with colors she wasn't aware existed crawled beside her on the ground, shifting through the wet dark earth. Hearing for the first time, her senses were flooded with every step the creatures around her took, she heard the flapping of wings, the rushing of a distant river, the leaves rustle as the wind travelled. She was hit with the sudden realization of how much existed around her, and all that it implied.
Still staring in awe at the world around her, she didn't notice that a bird had landed right in front of her. The bird, in curiosity, walked closer to her, till it pecked her leg as though it was determining whether or not she was alive. Brought back to reality, she stared down at the bird, just as curious about it as it was of her, though in a much more sinister way. The bird was rather petite, so much so that that fungus and grass of the jungle floor would have hidden it from sight if not for its bright blue feathers. Acting on pure instinct, she ever so slowly raised her arm, and reached out to the bird. Her hand meeting its beak, the bird was without worry and pecked at her finger. A smile crept upon her face as she savored this moment. Suddenly, she grabbed at the bird, but failed, and in this moment she realized her place. She would learn the thrill of the chase that only animals knew, to hunt down that which she wanted.
On instinct she had never known before, she chased after the bird, that had taken flight the very second she failed at her first attempt on its life. Running through the jungles that have long been her home, she experienced them truly for the first time, the way animals do. The feeling was euphoric as she continued her pursuit of the winged creature, never looking away from it. Having never ran before however, she did not know to look where she went, and tripped over the roots of a nearby tree.
Hitting the ground, she felt the force of the earth against her body, and the pain that went along with it. Never before had she fallen, and never had she known the aches of it. Grunting in pain, she looked at her hands to find them scuffed and bleeding. She stared at the rip of flesh, seeing a red liquid ooze from it, and instantly was filled with rage. It was blood, and until recently, something she never had before, but now she craved it. Furious, she shot back up, searching in every way to find the little bird that had caused her to bleed. As though it was mocking her, the bird had landed right above her, sitting on a branch like it was completely oblivious to her existence. An unknown feeling began to build up in her chest, her eyes narrowing as she gazed up at the bird in pure hatred, the feeling growing stronger the longer she looked at the menace perched ever so innocently above her. Soon this feeling began to pang inside her, as though begging for release, and in blind rage, she closed her eyes and screamed, she screamed so loud her throat hurt, so loud that sound no longer came out. All around her roots and vines came to life, reaching for the little blue bird with unnatural speed.
Opening her eyes, the built up energy was gone, and the bird had finally met its end. It's small frame was pierced from every angle with thorns that left its body in disarray, bleeding profusely from every new found hole in its body. Falling to the ground from its perch, it unceremoniously hit the ground. Staring at its mutilated body, pride filled her being, and she couldn't help but smile at the feast that laid before her. Picking it up, she breathed in the aroma of a fresh kill, its shattered bones further cracking in her grasp. She would have to enjoy this more often.
For those of you who liked this, I do plan on making a sequel, for those of you who don't, I apologize.
