Amir, the miracle boy [Runeterra stories]
Amir Al-Jahtun, a famous boy from the Shurima desert, who amputated his leg and still managed to somehow ward off the invasion of void creatures attacking his village. Do you think such a thing is really possible? Well, the story goes as follows:
One evening the Shuriman desert village of Intagg was attacked by void creatures. The bell rang throughout the village - the sand was moving! One by one the villagers still outside was dragged down and devoured by the warm sand underneath their feet. The villagers then ran towards the city hall, because it was built on solid stone, and not fragile sandstone like the rest. It was chaos. The houses started to collapse around them, and a young boy called Amir Al-Jahtun ran all he could towards the safe ground. The sand felt like it could give in any moment, like he was running on water. Then, something grabbed his leg. Terrified, he yanked his leg out of the sand, still intact, and started running again.
Once he got to the city hall, he fell down against the wall, exhausted, and afraid. He looked around on the terrified people in the room. His parents didn't show up, so they must have been eaten. As he slipped down into what felt like a drunken haze, a sudden pain sparked throughout his entire leg. An elder of the village hurried over to him, and looked worried. "This leg must be amputated at once, or he will die," he said, and Amir didn't think he had heard correctly. Amputate?!
Without a second thought, he pulled himself up against the wall, but the elder laid a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be alright my child, lay down." Amir looked terrified. "NO!" he yelled, as he tried to push the elder away. A moment later the elder laid on the ground, moaning in pain. The other villagers looked terrified over at Amir. His hands had begin to glow green, and he felt a terrible taste in his mouth.
"He has been poisoned by the creatures!" one of them yelled, and everyone pulled away from him. The elder crawled back up on his knees to face Amir. "You have to do it. You have to amputate your leg, my child. Or the poison will reach your heart."
Terrified, Amir looked down on his leg, now black-spotted and soggy. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand had cut straight through his bones and severed the leg. He fell to the ground, no longer supported by more than one. He started screaming in pain, but a loud cracking noise from outside had drowned his pain. The elder had found a tight rope and a bandage and was now tying it to what remained of his leg. "I'll go," Amir said. And before anyone knew what was going on, he had strolled outside on not one, but two perfectly healthy legs and slammed the door shut.
The rest is pure speculation. All we know is that the next day the villagers never saw the creatures again, and Amir was simply gone, never to be seen or heard from again.
I'm not trying to make a champion concept here, I just like to make the world of Runeterra a much more lively place, with some fanfiction (sort of). There are more going on in this world than what happens in Summoner's Rift. Hope you enjoy. If I get positive response on this one I will make some more. Maybe even something of a series if you're lucky.