Hi! I'm very new to all this, but I think there should 100% be more bounties like these. I had a lot of fun with it. Here's my entry in the form of a short (not really) story. This takes place in alternate universe inspired by the world of League of Legends. If you don't wanna read all that, there's a short version just below. Enjoy!
Ryvur Xoni's origins are shrouded in tragedy, saved from certain death in the woods of Fossbarrow by the enigmatic Aspect Morgana, who would become his adoptive mother. His appearance is striking, with long, flowing grey hair, eyes that shimmer pink, and a physique that blends grace with strength. Despite his formidable abilities as a magic user, Ryvur's true strength lies in his compassionate nature, always placing the well-being of others above his own. Rather than seeking conflict, he uses his powers to protect and uplift those around him. As fate would have it, Ryvur follows in Morgana's footsteps, ascending to become an Aspect himself, embodying the essence of conservation and ensuring that Runeterra's legacy endures. As Ryvur, he was a friend, a protector... a son. As Auvyr, The Aspect of Preservation, he is the shield against the encroaching darkness, caretaker of all... A Legend of Runeterra.
Morgana's Journal, Ryvur Log 1:
I've decided it was high time I logged the boy's "adventures". Might be nice to look back on it in the future. Today I found little Ryvur out in the forest nearby - despite my many warnings. I realize how much I've come to care for the boy...after he'd damn near given me a heart attack just from witnessing his state. In the child's arms was an adorable, helpless kitten. According to him, he'd found the tiny thing about to ripped apart by a camp of crimson raptors. He also told me that if I didn't let him keep it, he'd sneak out of the cave every day to see it. "He needs my protection!" He'd say. And I, for one, did not have the heart to deny him.
It's been a year since I'd first taken it upon myself to care for him. Ryvur Xoni, a child left to die in the forests of Fossbarrow. And die he would have, if I had not bound his very soul to my own. I know not why I did such a thing. Perhaps I truly have grown weak human... though I'm not certain that might be a bad thing. I hold no regret for what I did that day. Maybe I even feel a little pride whenever I see this chanced "son" of mine run about. There was just... something in his eyes that day I found him. Something that told me... he would be great.
-At the bottom of the page was a barely recognizable drawing of a purple flower, along with the message "For yu, Mommi"-
Morgana's Journal, Ryvur Log 253:
I've never seen anything like it. I'd imagined it was possible... maybe even likely with how the boy holds a piece of me in him, keeping him alive, but... to see it with my own eyes... Ryvur had not just a piece of my soul, but my fire. The boy was twelve, and he had the power of an Aspect flowing through his body. It was beautiful. Incredibly worrying, but beautiful. I spent a good while wondering whether I should be concerned or amazed when I saw his hand light ablaze. I spent restless days and nights making sure he didn't set the woods on fire.
Six years after deciding to care for him and only now am I getting increasingly frustrated at my unnatural inability to deny the child's heart-aching pleas. I had gone from telling him to never use his abilities, to teaching him spells in the furthest reaches of my memory. Despite my worries, it never ceases to put a smile on my face when he was met with success. And what an alarming rate of success it was. I cannot wait to see what he would surprise me with next.
Morgana's Journal, Ryvur Log 547:
Ryvur and I had an argument. Like many of our little quarrels, it was quick to end. Though I cannot deny that what we argued about was no minor issue. On the boy's 16th birthday, he made clear his adamance in his wish to free the mages of Demacia. A valiant thought, but incredibly foolish. Suicidal even. Yet once again... I found myself unable to stop him. The boy had a kind heart. Too kind. It hurts to say, but I was certain this recklessness would bring an end to him one day. In a means to meet him midway, I gifted him an enchanted dagger. I instructed him to use it on anyone that would harm him. The boy said nothing. He took the dagger with a smile, wrapped me in his arms and said his goodbyes.
I was no stranger to feeling the boy's pain and emotion through this connection of ours, but what came forth from the center of Demacia... from him... it was... overwhelming. His pain, his agony, his emotion... Oh, how I could feel it. I do not think I'd ever flown that fast, when I left my home in hopes of rescuing the son I can proudly say I've come to love. It so turned out that the boy was doing the rescuing himself.
There he stood, surrounded my Demacia's most ruthless mageseekers...wounds covering his body. Behind him, a crowd of scared mages trying to make it to safety. My heart broke with his every shake, his every grunt. He was doing all he could to buy them time to attain their freedom. Yet, when I looked at the boy's damaged face, there was no anger in his eyes, no hate. I never once saw him swing the dagger I handed him to slay his attackers. Its blade not covered in blood, but in fragments. I watched in amazement as he wielded the weapon meant for killing only to block the blows of those who tried to halt the mages' escape. The spells I taught him to restrain and immobilize, instead used to shield and empower. Not a single person, mage or mageseeker, died that day.
Morgana's Journal, Ryvur Log 632:
For three years now, I've tried to convince him of his potential. Of his destiny. As he was now, he might have been strong, but as an Aspect, he just might have enough power to save all of Runeterra. It would only take whatever power I had left in me; a price well worth paying. Of course, I knew my son way too well. He denied me the very first time I made the suggestion, and he denies me now. He's made it very clear that if his ascent to Aspect-hood must involve the drowning of another, he will not have it. He wishes to find his own way, and he's told me how exactly he plans to do so.
-Neatly written on the edge of the page was a message: "I'll send letters! Love, Ryvur :) P.S. Give Fyso a lotta pets for me!"-
He leaves a day from now to travel Runeterra. He wishes to see more of the people he is meant to protect... and the beauty in what they've made. As an Aspect, I've lived a very long life, but this is the first time my heart has ached so. I cannot bear to stop him. It took but one look to see what an incredible person my little Ryvur has become. He was strong, he was powerful, but his eyes held an endless kindness that I'm grateful to have seen up close. He's made quite a friends over the years. One of them being Sylas, a poor mageseeker boy, forced into a role he never wished to be in because of abilities he never asked for... now an expert strategist with the goal to free not just mages, but anyone undeserving of captivity. Sometimes I wonder what would have become of the boy had my son not crossed paths with him.
Morgana's Journal, Ryvur Log 781:
It has been a while since I've picked up my pen, but what better reason to do so than the end of all things living? Bel'Veth had come. And with her, so too did the void. Runeterra thought themselves ready. Oh, how wrong we were. Amidst mind-bending creatures and monsters that slaughtered dozens by the second, no one expected to find both Ascended and Darkin deformed by the void and forced to cause destruction with the means of reshaping everything to Bel'Veth's vision. I found myself truly taking up arms once more, even fighting alongside my sister, who I am not ashamed to admit I missed. I thought our reinstated allegiance would have proven a cutting edge in this war, but we'd never fought this hard before. Once more, we were felled by Aatrox, if you could even call him that in this deformed, miserable state. On the verge of death, I wished nothing more than him again. To see my son... my boy... my Ryvur. I pleaded, I knew not to who, but I pleaded he was safe in the midst of this hellish worldwide massacre... Then, like a prayer answered... I saw him.
With one sweeping blow neither Kayle nor I could see, Ryvur had sent the Darkin abomination flying. Despite having not seen him for 6 or so years, I could tell with a glance. I could not see his face, but that smile... that kind, selfless smile. My son had returned. He'd done it. Ryvur had become an Aspect. How, I know not. I was too busy crying tears of joy seeing that precious smile of his once more. It was a pity that that celestial helmet of his obscured those equally beautiful eyes, but I never complained. In an instant, he was back in action. I was so distracted with seeing my child once again that I hadn't noticed the wide, beautiful wings spread across his back, flapping elegantly as he swooped across the battlefield. Saving everyone he could with magic I'd never dreamt of seeing. Yet... the void was relentless. I feared that our hope was short-lived as he too, started to become overwhelmed by the endless void.
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Moments after the vanquishing of Bel'Veth and the end of the Great Void War:
Morgana: "H-Hang in there, child! SISTER, PLEASE!"
<Kayle and Morgana cry in unison, their hands outstretched towards the dying Aspect as Ryvur bled out onto the burnt ground beneath them, his helm split down the middle several feet away from them.>
Morgana: "RYVUR!"
<Morgana screams in pain and anguish, both her and Kayle's magic draining from their bodies in the hopes of saving him.>
<They strain till they could do so no more. Morgana falls to her knees, cradling her son's lifeless, bloodied body as she cried uncontrollably>
<Kayle hesitates, stretching a sympathetic hand towards her sister's shoulder, when suddenly, a bright light began to emit from the man's chest. The earth beneath them shook as they took to the skies, watching in shock and awe as Ryvur's body explodes with a massive beacon of light reaching the heavens. This light shone all across Runeterra, with the two sisters struggling to stay put in the sky from the sheer magnitude of power repelling them. When the skies cleared and the light dissipated, the two were left speechless at what stood before them.>
<Morgana lands first, not an ounce of fear in her body as she steps before the hulking being. Tears run free as Morgana holds her hands to her mouth.>