It was just another day in the city renown for its peace, for its civility, for its ability to keep its citizens safe. Tixxy Savage was walking along the stone streets, finding herself longing for the feel of nature. While the city was nice enough, she longed for the feeling of unrestrained wilderness, air that carried humidity, natural barriers but not walls, soil not stone beneath her bare feet. She was whistling a tune, a high pitched chortle that wasn't particularly catchy, but had been stuck on her mind for the last week. It was strange, it occasionally brought back memories of when Caitlyn had found her, and she was beginning to feel as if that dark period in her mind, that she couldn't remember, was going to burst forth. She needed to get out, get to the wilderness, leave this city behind.
She snagged an apple from a cart, flipped a gold coin to the proprietor, and shot him what Caitlyn would call a socially acceptable smile. However, the man's face wasn't one who had just gotten overpaid for a fruit, rather his eyes grew wide in fear, looking past Tixxy. Tixxy's instincts took over, as she heard something sliding across stone, and she drew her knives, spinning around to face whatever was behind her. But with a loud clang, her knives hit the ground, her hands clasped tight over her ears, the song from her childhood deafening in her head. Through winced eyes, she saw a massive vine protruding from the stone street, several feet thick, dark emerald, and moving. She forced open her wincing eyes, and looked around, seeing several startled people, but none as incapacitated as she. Immediately she knew that the song was the vine communicating with her, in a method seemingly unique between plants and her alone. She had long since learned that the strength of a plant's voice was strongly affected by size, distance, and strength, and this was the strongest voice she'd ever encountered. She saw the vine rear up, and strike down at a nearby citizen, who squawked loudly before their body crumpled beneath the massive weight. The song intensified, and soon Tixxy's world went black.
Tixxy awoke to find this section of Demacia wholly unrecognizable. Buildings were crumpled, bodies and blood strewn everywhere, but the most surprising was the prevalence of jungle plants having taken over. Vines, jungle flowers, trees, had burst through the stone in seemingly random areas, and they still continued to spread. They grew larger, faster, and reproduced more quickly than any plant others had seen, and seemed intent on destroying all of Demacia, with one exception. They hadn't touched Tixxy. She tried to communicate with any of them, all of them, but only received a single response, which she whispered aloud, "Return to your true home Tixxy of the Savages, or we will demolish this false city."
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