LRP: Frozen in Time
The only thing to be heard other than the cracks of leaves and twigs were the quite sounds of insects, or the soft rustle of a bush. Gnar walked through Kumungu stopping only to look around at a strange branch, or inspect a peculiar insect. Playfully, Gnar expertly threw his boomerang ahead, only to be blocked by a thick bundle of vines that were seemingly perfectly placed to block the way. Gnar, annoyed by the vines went ahead and began to claw at them. Unfortunately for the prehistoric yordle, the vines were thick and were merely scratched. Bored of clawing the vines, Gnar grabbed the boomerang, tangled up in the thicket, with both hands, and began to pull. As the boomerang came free, Gnar off balance, toppled backward. Pushing himself up, Gnar simply jumped over the thicket this time.
As Gnar hopped past, he came across a strangely familiar clearing. A sense of deja vu surged through him, as he simply looked left and right. As he continued slowly on, the feeling got stronger and stronger. Nothing there had looked at all familiar at all, yet the urge continued.
As he looked at a wall of rock that was part of a short, but long hill, the feeling began to urge him even further. He knew there was something about the wall of rock that was... familiar. The wall had vines growing all over, and they covered most of the rock. He felt his way through the vines, slowly moving from one side of the rock to the other. As he felt through a peticularily large cluster of vines, about 3 meters wide, he felt his hand push the vine forward. The vines held nothing behind them!
He pushed his way past the vines to find himself in a cave. As he entered, a sense of sadness overcame him as he glanced at a painting. He saw a happy, prehistoric yordle family. As he continued down the painting, he saw a grotesque creature, with a large eye. A different monster lay below it. As he looked at the first image, he began to remember his own past. His happy family had cared for him well, and looked after him and his siblings. As he made his way again to the second image, a sense of fear built up, as he realized that these paintings were of him and his family. Emotions flooded him. Anger built up, as these were the people who had terrorized his family and had killed his parents before his innocent eyes. The anger built, and built, as Gnar, not to his knowing, began to transform. As he was on the verge of becoming the monster he could become, sadness enveloped him instead. His entire family, his entire loving family was gone. The only thing left of his past, was himself.
As Gnar attempted to compose himself, he began thinking of what exactly happened that night. How did this all come to be.
Gnar had lived happily with his family. He would play with his siblings, and sometimes do simple work. While his life was bland, there was a certain happiness to it. As he was getting sleepy one night, a cry could be heard outside. It was his mother, and as Gnar went outside, he came across a strange being. A being made entirely of ice, that left a trail of frost as he moved along the trees. A being whom with a large frosty eye continued along. His mother scared, backed up against a large evergreen tree, who's bark slowly began to frost and frost, as the creature steadily creeped forward. When the bark shown pure white, and the creature held out an appendage, a sudden anger came within Gnar. In that instant, he leaped with sudden force, and had felt a change. He punced onto the creature, and his body had fell to the ground, Gnar standing on top of him. In rage he slashed the creature, only to have it whip him in response. Stung by the attack, Gnar backed up. The creature moved up, and threw out a shard of glimmering ice. The ice had opened up a wound in Gnars fur, but blood didn't seem to spew out as it normally would a wound this large. As he pounced again, he felt a sudden cold, and he couldn't move.
The memories stopped rushing through his head. Rolling onto the ground, Gnar let out a tear, a single tear; a single tear that had all the meaning in the world. As the tear ran down his face, he thought about what he had remembered. He knew that he could do nothing about that now, but maybe he could stop that from happening to anyone else. Pushing himself up, Gnar went out of the cave containing his lost memories, and continued to trudge along the thick jungle.
This is an endeavor of the LRP (Lore Restoration Project) http://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/story-art/vhNisUr8-lrp-lore-restoration-project-signup-thread-because-gd-is-being-closed