Fanlore, first part, Vi´s forgotten past

1° of all, I can´t publish here with my main account (Dagia, LAS... No I´m not a really golden diamant good player :v I´m average silver).... So I will with this one. 2°, I´m a Spanish speaker, I did my best to get the feelings from Spanish to English for you guys! 3°, it is about the first years of Vi´s life, taking into consideration as much as possible the real lore and the theory that both Jinx and Vi have sisters of their own. I wanted to gave the reason why she forgot a lot about her past, what happened to her parents and also give more reasons about the upcoming story because I like when things are related in some way and it is not everything "random"... I strongly believe that life it´s not like that, and NORMALLY there is always a reason or explanation. 4° and last but not least... I have had this story with me for soooooo long, because I love to draw and wanted to make a comic about it (and I do, http://m4ryon.deviantart.com/, it also takes time ) BUT! I am also so excited to share it and know what you think about it. And! I had help from a friend from USA with some writing mistakes :) Hope you like it.

FUN FACT: I cried a lot when I first wrote it ;( I really felt like I was the one leaving. And when I finished, I realized I wrote 6 pages and 5 lines. I added the last one to make it perfect. After that I changed a lot of things, so now they are 6 pages 3 lines in my word :b

_Hi Vi! My name is Lara. I don't know if it sounds familiar to you, if you ever had recovered your memory. If you didn´t, I hope that this diary helps you remember. I´m writing these anecdotes to you because I have to leave, and I don´t know how long it will take me to come back. I don´t want you to forget about me, even if you did in some way. And I don’t want you to never know who you are, where you come from. You were born here in Zaun, like I, dad and mom also did. Zaun was in the past a great city, a city of progress, maybe just like Piltover. I didn´t really get the chance to live those years, but I remember a little of the stories that our mother told me. But by the time I was a girl, Zaun was already having some political issues. Piltover founded more schools and academies, and a really rich man chose Piltover over Zaun to help financially the research programs. I don't know anything about him, I only know that here he was not loved. A huge number of young bright minds moved to Piltover because there were better chances to study there, and the ones who stayed here, people proud of Zaun, started to have some resentments toward Piltover and the ones that moved. The day mom and dad told me I was going to have a little sister or brother, was one of the happiest of my life. From that moment on, I didn’t stop dreaming what we would become in the future, what plays would we play with my friends and the things we could make every rainy day. But life is not always what we want, I guess. A few months later, dad past away. It was an accident… an explosion in the mine he was working. I never thought that was the whole truth and I think mom also believed there was something more. Dad was not really loving, but he loved us on his own special way. For example, I was always interested in rocks and metals since he was a miner, so every time he came home after spending days working on the mine, he used to return with flowers for mom´s garden, some weird rocks for my collection and, if he had enough money, also sweets. I always saw him more like an authority figure. Every time I received a gift from him, I would say “Thank you, Sir”, and he would answer me back “You´re welcome my little soldier”. I guess he always saw me like the person who had to take care of mom when he was not around. The day dad died, I made myself strong: I didn´t cry, I made tea, I held mom´s hands and tried to clean her face with stories. But I realized that you cannot avoid pain with stories… it doesn´t sound wise, but it did for me back then. I told her “Mom, don´t worry, I´ll take care of you and the baby… that is was dad would like. He is OK now, he will never suffer pain anymore, or cry with the onions”. You should have seen her smile; it was the most beautiful of all! And then she hugged me and grew strong with me. Mom started to work in the garden and selling houseplants. It was a little difficult back then to have plants, but they were some that also grew strong like we did, even between all those chemicals that started to show up… and since it was a little weird and romantic to see green in the city, they got popular. People like them, and bought them. But, you know, plants don´t grow that fast, and even if mom was great at it, having a garden is not like having an industry. When you were about to born, mom got sick. She started a long time ago coughing, before dad´s death. We went a few times to see the doctor, but he didn´t find anything. I guess the pollution was guilty of killing mom, because she was not the only one who started having health problems. She sure had a bad feeling because she asked the neighbors to help her, and they did. The woman, also her best friend and the only one I knew, was by her side when she was giving birth. She was so weak, she couldn't take all that, the sickness, the pain. She never told me neither about a name for you. Mom's friend didn’t have enough resources to take care of us. So when mom died, she took all the money from our family and us both, and we went to an orphanage. She said to the orphanage´s director that she only had our mother's money to cover some expenses, and they accepted us immediately. Money was always something good. She had also two daughters and one of them was my best friend. We used to play together before you arrived. But since we were in the orphanage, and they don't allow us to go outside, those day ended. Still and all, my best friend used to come and talk with me through the walls and the windows, with papers or whisper. Her name was Melody and her sister’s name, Mary. Aren’t their names the most beautiful you have ever heard? I always liked to invent songs with her names because I like how they sound. And even if the songs were not that creative, they sang with me, specially Mary. When we arrived at the orphanage, you had no name. I was a kid so I wasn't allowed to give you one, and mom's friend did feel like she had the right to. When kids have no name, they are giving a number, and yours was six. They drew that on your chick because they were other babies there too, four and five. It wasn't painful, you didn't even make a sound, but it wasn't supposed to be permanent. I was not allowed to be near you because you were very small, and they never trust a kid with a baby. Always when I had some time, when I was free to go wherever I wanted, I went to the room you were in. There was a window to it, like in hospitals.... have you already been to one? I looked through that window to see you. You had the beautiful blue eyes dad had. I was born with mom's dark ones. When you turned three, you got into our side of the orphanage and since I went all days to see you, you knew me. There was this man in the orphanage, a very kind one that allowed me sometimes to see you and talk to you when you were in the baby's room. But don't tell! It’s a secret. I wanted to take care of you like I wanted to take care of mom. The man asked me once if I loved you. I said, "Yes of course, she's my little sister!". Maybe kids that lost their mother because of the birth of the little brother, hate the little ones. I have heard stories. But I didn't! You know, I really love you! The only word you used to repeat a lot was "sister", and it always made my day. I was ten, by the way. I kept talking with my best friend, and at first all seamed normal to me. Mary wasn't showing up with her, but I didn't notice it because Melody was my best friend and not Mary. I don't remember when was the last time I saw Mary before that happened, maybe a year before. The last few times Melo visited me, I saw on her eyes some despair, some fear. When I asked, she said it was nothing. She always used to resolve her problems on her own. The second time I barely struggled with my curiosity and concern. I asked once more and saw something in her eyes, something that seemed to me sad and horrifying. But she gave me the same answer. The third and fourth times she was the one struggling with her feelings, she smiled to me, she joked, acted like everything was fine, and I just kept quiet, with the worry on my face sure, but smiling back. I was never good to hide my feelings. The last time I saw her, she also smiled at first, and then she started to cry. I was so surprised, but I tried to make her feel good. She stopped crying after a while, I only was able to hold her hands, I wasn’t really able to hug her even though I wanted to so bad. But at the end, she didn't tell me. She said it was late, and that she should go home. It was the last time I saw her. The next day Mary arrived at the orphanage, but Melody didn't. Since she was also in our side because of her age, I rushed to her when I had the opportunity and asked about Melody. Mary was a little like her older sister. She just looked down, and didn't answer to me. I waited all days by the walls and the windows, looking through the gates, waiting for her... but she never showed up. And Mary... when our schedule was over she went to her bed, every single day, and sat there almost without moving. I used to bring her milk and bread, but Mary just let the milk and bread where I did, and when she went to sleep, I took the food back to the good man with a sad face. I also liked her, she also was a sister to me. So one day, breaking the silence, I told her that. I think she kind of reacted to those words since she started to cry. I hugged her. You were that day by my side, and hugged her too. You had a lot of friends, and when I was with Mary, you were usually playing with them. I loved the fact that, on that day, you were with me. I was starting to feel tired. Maybe because I never had the chance to cry myself for all my lost. Sorry if I cry now… I hope you become a good girl. I know that the place where I left you isn't filled with morality, but.... I continue. Mary got a little better, and a kind of smile showed sometimes on her face... is there a synonym for sometimes? But she also had a lot of pain, and jealousy towards you. I think Mary really missed her sister, and when you two started to fight about nonsense.... I always chose to protect you since you were smaller and my real sister. And then Mary used to make ugly faces to you, and run away crying. On every occasion I followed her to make her feel better, to tell her I liked her too but you were smaller, so I had to protect you. I also told her that she should think of you like the little sister, and she always stopped crying there and said yes. But I guess feelings where stronger on her. Things got harder. She started picking on you while I wasn't watching. You usually fought back without complaining, but one day the fight turned up really bad. She hit you so hard that you dropped unconscious. The good man saw that and took Mary away while some ladies took you to the infirmary. I was very sad that day, very angry with Mary, very worried about you. That was also the last day I saw some blue sky. It all went dark. Science was going mad; city was going wild. It was something that started a long time before, by the time Mary stopped coming with Melody. But that day, things went really wrong, the city exploded in violence like Mary's soul against you. The orphanage was a good place, well, not a bad place, but it was also affected. The next day you were better, but the good man told me that you couldn't remember what happened. You did remember me though! That was the only thing that mattered to me. Mary was punished. Fighting is normal between kids, but she went far beyond what was normal to see. They never told me what they saw her doing to you, so I can't tell you neither. But from that day on I couldn't see her anymore like the sister I adopted. You were the only family I had! You were my treasure, my everything. If something happened to you, if I lose you, Vi, I don't know anymore what I would do. Mary was taken to the side of the orphanage where the trouble kids were. Now I see that was not a good way to do things with kids. Put a lot of resented and bad boys together, you will never get something good. She was a mess for a long time, and I don't know what changed her, but one day she came to me. Remember when I said that the orphanage also was affected by all that happened in the city? Well, orphan, families, where no more a priority or even something important for the people with power. Money for orphans stopped coming. People who didn't really care for us leaved. The good man stayed, and used his own money to help us. I started to help too. I was eleven by then. I cooked, washed, made the beds, took care of the younger boys... You were like my shadow and you helped me. I was always called by the good man "little helper". Do you know how you were called? The “little little helper”. Well it’s not that creative neither, like my songs. But hey, you were no angel. You were pretty violent, little lady! Now I think it was because you had some problems learning, and you always forgot some things. It made me sad to see your frustration whenever you forgot something. But I never really understood the reason behind that frustration. Each time that happened, the good man said to you "poor little head" and rumpled with your hair, like father used to with mine. A few months passed by, and the good man and good women that still took care of us had no much resources left. They tried to avoid us the hunger or the pain, but it was something out of reach for them. Older kids started to run away. It was really easy since the personal was so small for so many kids. One day someone appeared in the orphanage and donated money to reconstruct it... or that is what we thought. And he also hired new people to take care of us. It was not a long time after that, when the good man started to fight with the new personal, and ended fighting with the rich man too. They fired him, and along with him also the good ladies that still were there. I didn't notice it on the beginning, but a few days after I saw how the bad boys were acting weird. Some were very tired, some were hyperactive, some, like Mary, were very calm. And then they started with us... it was no more an orphanage, they were raising us to be something else. The bad boys were used like some kind of lab rat. We, the well-behaved, had to make different exams. They selected the smarter ones and took them to learn things you and I never had the chance to see. We were not that smart. But we were the two good for hand-works. And so they put us to fabric things. We were all always tired, we didn't receive enough food neither, we were almost like slaves. The only good thing is that our beds had still mattresses and blankets. But we also were cold some nights. And every single time one of the boys got sick, they took advantage of it and tried with them new "medic things". Five died because of that, like two other kids that were your friends. Luckily you were so busy with your little head that you never noticed that. I was scared that you could get sick too, so every time they turned off the lights, I went to your bed and put my blanket over yours, and every time they were about to come, I moved back to my bed. You were about to be five. The life conditions were really bad, and the bad boys were the unhappiest with it. I have no idea why the bastards never proved the intellectual capacities of the bad boys... they worked up a pretty smart escape plan. And that was the day Mary came to me. She woke me up and said, "I’m sorry... we have to go, come". There are no boundaries when someone like you have problems. She helped us... if you can one day, help her. We woke up all the kids, the security bastards were already knocked out or asleep. How? no idea. We all ran away that day... Sadly, through the next days, some of them were recaptured. Mary was one. I have no idea how they did that since she was like the little fox from the tale the fox and the crow. Four was a good friend of mine. Of course, in his case, the mark had totally disappeared, but you know that his name was Iv? Just like you, but all the way around. He changed it a while after, he really didn't like that name, never. I asked him to take care of you while I tried to save Mary. I was so angry at him because he didn't! He told me that when one of the bastards chased you both, he lost track of you. Well.... you were pretty little. It took me like two months to get Mary out of the orphanage because they hired some security guys. When, after that, I met Iv again and knew about your disappearance, I started to look for you. I was in some way relieved to know that you weren't in the old orphanage because I just had left the place. And we did a really good job destroying it. Mary was amazing with bombs and I with the tech. Desperation, tiredness, fear, horrible thought were chasing me every day. About 9 months after, when I was loosing hope to find you again, you found Iv. You got the attention of the boys that are part of the gang we are in. But.... you had forgotten about me. Do you know how the boys found you? They were stealing, where you were too. Coincidence, and a lucky one because that night you took more with you that you could handle, and you were running from the owners of the tech. Iv's boys were just arriving and they saw you running with a lot of tech from the men. They told us that you tried to jump a... I don't know what but you had to jump, and you fell. You hit yourself really hard and all the tech felt above you. The boys were really impressed with your strength though, so they decided to fight the men and help you. You were once again unconscious. Hopefully you still remembered me before that, but sadly you didn't after. You couldn´t even remember who you were when you woke up. Iv.... I mean Dain, didn't want to say anything because it would sound weird that he knew. At least that's what he told me. I also thought it was better not to tell you, so you could forget the horrible past you had. Mary left me after the boys brought you. She wasn't there when you waked up. There is also another reason why I didn't want to tell you the truth. I am leaving you. But I love you! The thing is, Mary told me what happened the night before she got into the orphanage. Her father had lost his job like year and a half before and the family got into poverty, hunger, like a lot of families. He found a new job, but it was just a little bit better than ours in the orphanage. He was getting paid, yes, but he had to work too much, and too hard. That's no excuse, but that’s the reason he started to drink. He started to get home drunk, to hit his wife, to hit Melody and Mary. Melody learned to live in the streets because home wasn't safe anymore, but Mary couldn't leave her mom. One day, yes, the one Melody broke in tears in front of me, was also the night the father was so drunk and mad that he didn't stopped hitting the mother. Melody knew that this situation happened every night when he came back from work. I guess that's why she said, "it's late, I have to go". Like I said before, Melody always used to solve her problems by herself. Mary told me that when Melo arrived home, the father was hitting already the mother. Mary tried to stop him but she was small and had no strength. The crying, hitting, horrifying scene was too much for Melody, who also tried to stop that man. I don't want to write what comes next. It hurts, and it was so hurtful for me to see Mary's pain while she was telling me all that. After all ended, Melo told Mary to go to the orphanage and talk with the good man that she already knew because of me. And her? She left. After a long silence, Mary confessed me that she wanted to go with her sister, but when Melo turned back to her, she replied to Mary "I´m not your sister anymore... ". Mary got so scared of her older sister's lost eyes that she couldn't move. Then I really understood why she was so mean to you. She also told me that she intended to look for her, and I will do too. You are in a criminal's gang now, it's true, but Iv is not a bad person, and all the boys are not bad people. Yes, their lack of morality is huge, but let's be real, in this city being a criminal is better than being a worker. Mother's beautiful and promising Zaun died a long time before, even a long time before she did. Hope and love, where no more here. All that Zaun was on the past seems to me a fairytale and I don't know another reality than this cruel one. But when you woke up, I saw how independent and strong you became through those nine months you were alone. I knew you would be OK, but I don´t know if Melo is. I´m scared with what I could find. Don't underestimate me! I´m strong too! If my old bestfriend is fine you will see me come back. If she is not.... I want you to know that I will try all that is possible to save her from the darkness she got her into. I hope you keep strong, joyful, like you are now. I trust Iv enough, and now that you are one of us, I'm pretty sure he will not be able to lose sight of you again. Also because you grew so much. I own Mary for taking us with her that night, for helping me when you were lost. I feel guilty in some way for letting her go through so much pain alone, and for what happened to her sister. Hey, I also saw the good man when we destroyed the old orphanage! He is a little bit older, and started to get some goods. He is a kind of dealer now and travels a lot. He was also the one that gave me some hints about Melo, because he heard stories about a girl with lost eyes near the Noxus’ cities. I'm sorry I have to leave you now. You will be fine, I'm sure. I told Iv to give you this on your fifteenth birthday, or maybe he will not have the chance if I'm back before! :D I'm sorry I decided to lie to you and hide your past until now…. I don't want you to be disturbed because of it. I've seen what it does on Mary. You will be mature enough at fifteen, don't you? Remember always our roots… maybe we didn´t have a nice past, nor a normal one… we are all orphans in our family, we have all had a hard path, and maybe we will still have to deal with a difficult future, but we are all good for hand-working, good in taking care of our people, good surviving, but hey, and this is the most important thing… remember always that we are good people in our family. I have to go now. Fun fact! Do you know why we all called you Vi? We learned a lot of things back then in the orphanage, but we never learned ancient numbers. Kids always read your mark like a word. It was so cool when you waked up, looked in the mirror and answered with a smile, "My name is Vi!". I hope... you never forget that. Love, Lara. _