The Purple Potion

So lots of other people have been creating fanfiction and have recommended I do so as well. I'll admit, I'm a little hesitant about doing so, but I decided to give it a try. This is an excerpt from a story I wrote involving Lulu, Veigar, and an Ionian adventurer named Kita. Here goes nothing!

#The Purple Potion The Glade, forever stuck as an eternal picturesque forest, was rather disorienting to Kita, despite being born and raised in a similarly foliaged part of Ionia. She had accepted Lulu’s invitation to visit and found one of the entrances to this mysterious world by cheering up the stone gargoyle behind the chapel. Now she was out in the wilderness, walking towards a multi-colored column of smoke. The signal was some parts red, some parts blue, and mostly purple. So Kita had the feeling that Lulu was over there.

About a half-mile march brought her to the familiar cottage of Lulu’s, smoke frothing from the chimney, dangerously close to some vines. It sounded as if Lulu was setting off fireworks in the quaint, little house. Muffled pops, bursts, and sizzles rang from the door as wild flashes of color dashed by the windows.

Yes, this was certainly the work of Lulu.

Kita knocked the dust from her traveling boots before stepping up to the door and briskly tapping the old wood with her knuckles. The light voices inside stopped and tiny footsteps approached the door. After a click, a whirl, and a giggle, the door swung wide open to reveal Lulu, with a dirty face and even filthier apron, wide-eyed looking up at Kita.

“Kita! I assume you received my message?” the enthusiastic yordle chirruped.

The Ionian lass politely smiled and responded “Yes, how are you, Lulu?”

“Brilliant, come inside, there’s someone I want you to meet!” Lulu firmly grasped Kita’s hand and dragged her in the cottage, Kita bumping her head on the yordle-sized doorframe in the progress.

The candles were not lit, instead, Lulu’s home was illuminated by a roaring fire in the hearth and sparkles occasionally darting from the bubbling cauldron as another yordle with black fur and dark-blue robes shot bolts of eldritch into the concoction. He was standing on a stool to peer into the black pot and curiously eyed the results. Kita never personally met him, but she has heard a lot about him.

“Kita, meet Veigar. Veigar, Kita.” Lulu spoke.

“Hi, how are you?”

Veigar, upon seeing an unfamiliar face and not wanting to appear less-intimidating, quickly slapped on his hat, masking his face in an illusory black fog. “…Well.” He cautiously growled.

Kita nervously shifted from foot to foot, never really expecting to meet an enemy on terms like these. She remembered how he relentlessly pursued the book and would show no mercy to those standing in his way, including her and her friends.

Veigar shot a look at Lulu, as if to say “why”, but she seemed more interested in introducing the two friends of hers. An awkward silence formed. The tiny master of evil broke the ice again “Um, Lulu, weren’t we…” He eyed the cauldron.

“Oh, yes! Kita, you have to see this.” She darted over to the cauldron and climbed on a stool next to Veigar’s. With her left hand, she snatched a potato off the nearby table and dashed it into the cauldron, watching it burst into a vegetable red amidst her giggles.

Kita stood back, confused. “What are you doing?”

Veigar began to speak, as if embarrassed someone caught him doing anything not evil. “We- We’re… Doing something…”

“We’re brewing a potion!” Lulu burst as she tossed another ingredient into the cauldron. “You can help if you want, there’s some ingredients over there.” She pointed at the table loaded with a fortitude of alchemical components.

Kita suspiciously scanned the ingredients, wondering which one to select. Veigar cruelly dangled a purple frog over the cauldron before plunging it in and casually watching it melt into the mix, making a puff of similarly colored smoke.

“Veigar, why the hat?” Lulu questioned.

“Um, my head was getting cold.”

Lulu promptly cupped her hands and blew dust the color of paprika into Veigar’s face. He coughed and removed his hat to rub his eyes.

“Better?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t know much about alchemy, what are you making?” Kita asked, slightly red in the face.

Lulu eagerly responded, “We’re making the most purple potion ever!”

Kita saw nothing directly purple, so she snatched a blue fruit the size of an apple and carefully placed it in the cauldron. It dissolved into green. “Uh oh,” Lulu spoke. “Not quite purple enough.” Kita’s face blushed even more with embarrassment. Veigar snorted “Typical.” But then a flood of green smoke shot forth from the black pot and engulfed the room in fog thick as pea soup.

There was the sound of a stool hitting the floor and Veigar yelped.

“A-are you okay?” Kita tried finding where Veigar fell, but accidentally bumped into Lulu and they both bowled over onto him.

Lulu shouted the verbal components to a spell and the smoke dissipated. As the trio clambered to their feet, Lulu set her stool back up and peered into the cauldron. She gasped. The entire mixture was a vibrant green.

“Now look what you’ve done!” Veigar angrily snapped at Kita upon seeing the disappointment on Lulu’s face.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with making potions.”

Lulu appeared sad. “It’s okay… We can try again with next month’s harvest.”

“Are you sure?”

Veigar seemed hesitant to speak, afraid it would make things worse. He cleared his throat. “We are going to be in the Frelijord by then, remember?”

A sudden look of realization appeared on Lulu’s face. She fought back tears, her potion was ruined and she couldn’t even make another for quite some time. Veigar tried to console Lulu, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. As an unwritten rule, dark wizards are not very adept at cheering people up.

Kita collected an armful from the table and dumped it into the cauldron, fingers crossed. “Please let this fix it.” She pleaded.

“NO, NOT THAT MANY AT ONCE!” Veigar screamed as the cauldron roared and shook the whole cottage violently.

Explosions and crackles zipped from the black pot and smoke of countless colors, even colors Kita’s never seen before, shot forth in gouts. Both the yordles and Kita dived to the floor as the cauldron boiled over, the sticky liquid spilling out onto the floor.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!” Veigar shouted over the rising chaos. “Look, ladybug!” Lulu yelped.

Some of the concoction drenched Kita’s shirt and she rolled out of the way. “Gah! Wait, what?”

Before it got even worse, Lulu and Veigar pulled Kita underneath the table with them. The cauldron roared like a beast and rattled like an earthquake. Jets of steam shot from the old black pot. An ear-piercing squeal rose, not very safe for human or yordle hearing, forcing everyone to clamp their ears shut. It got higher and higher in pitch until everything came to a silence for just a second.

Then a massive explosion rang out, Smoke filled the room and a shockwave knocked over some of the ingredients and other light things. Purple sparks shot around the room and gently fell to the floor and the cottage stopped rumbling, the chaos halted.

Lulu climbed out from under the table and dashed to the cauldron. Upon peering inside, an undisguised squeak of excitement escaped her lips. Veigar followed and stared into the pot with open eyes.

Thoughts raced through Kita’s worrying head “Oh no, I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?”

“No… This… Come look.” Veigar whispered.

Kita peered into the cauldron, expecting the worst.

Within was the most wonderful, most brilliant, most purplest shade of purple ever known to yordlekind. Lulu was shaking with joy; she couldn’t speak in full sentences but managed to force out “P-purple!”

Kita began to apologize, “I’m sorry- Wait, you like it?”

Veigar grabbed Lulu by the shoulders. “Lulu, breathe with me.” He slowly and calmly inhaled and exhaled. Lulu did the same, cleared her throat, and said “No, I LOVE IT!” and proceeded to dance about the room, beaming.

Veigar couldn’t help but grin, an expression some might think he never knew how to execute. Kita was relieved, the potion wasn’t ruined after all. In fact, it was even better than before.

Lulu stopped dancing “Wait, I need to store this while it’s still fresh!” She hastily began filling prepared flasks with the beautiful mixture, stopping them with corks, and loading them into a basket. When she filled the container, she took it outside to store in the cellar.

The cottage was eerily silent. “…Nice job… With the potion. But I have to ask: What are you doing here?” Veigar pried.

“Lulu likes purple, what’s your favorite color? And she’s my friend, so I’m visiting her.”

Veigar looked puzzled and shrugged “I don’t know, never really thought about what is my favorite color. And I get that, Lulu’s friends with plants for goodness’ sake. What I mean is, we’re both wanted by the mage council. You, your Shuriman friend, Hotep; the shadow mage, Gotholthros; the yordle siblings, Warren and Kayleigh. Lulu’s turned numerous mages into wildlife, including Hotep, I would kill to get the Morellonomicon which is currently in Kayleigh’s possession. Just- who’s side are you on?”

Kita firmly responded “I am on the side of my friends. They are my friends, and Lulu is my friend.”

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it, completely at a loss for words.

Lulu broke the silence by lugging in the empty basket. “So much purple!” she piped, and began rifling through cupboards to find more potion flasks.

“Uh, Lulu, why not I help?” Veigar begins doing the same.

After several minutes, the massive cauldron is scraped dry of the potion and there’s not a single empty bottle in the house. Lulu even threw out some lesser potions to make room for the superior batch.

Everyone’s tired, but happy, and sitting at the table talking about the experience. Eventually, Veigar stands up, “Lulu, as much as I want to stay, I have a lot of preparations to make for us to get the book-.”

He pauses, eyes Kita, and starts looking around. “Where’s my hat?”

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Lulu begs.

“Yes, but how about I come back here first thing next morning?”

“Okay! Kita do you want to stay and chat?”

Veigar frowns, slightly jealous. “Goodnight, you two.” He plops his hat on his head, picks up his staff, and hops out the door into the fading light of dusk.

After another hour of talking, Kita is rather fatigued. “Lulu, I should probably go about now.”

“Okay, goodnight, and come back soon!”

“Bye!”

Pix guides Kita back to the entrance, where she leaves the Glade and back into the world of Runeterra. When she makes it back to the town, she has some trouble convincing the guards to let her in until Gray, the guard from earlier, recognizes her and lets her in. By the time she reaches the barracks, she’s wiped out, climbs into her bunk and falls asleep almost immediately. The only thought on her mind is the color purple.

And that wraps up my first attempt at fanfiction.