Orianna by Phantom Ix Row

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Orianna by Phantom Ix Row
In Loving Memory
Growing up in Piltover
With a genius brain,
Going on adventures
Just to pass the day,
Before the days of league
I met this cute girl,
Who was vibrant and sweet
And who danced with a twirl,
She was so talented
I couldn’t help but to watch,
And Before I had knew it
She took up my thoughts,
I soon became a champion
Which made her so happy,
Hearing her so excited
Only helped to encourage me,
We had become so close
We were attached at the hip,
She would have me try to dance
Even though I would trip!
But one day she went off
To train for the league,
That’s the day that I lost
The girl of my dreams..
Now I see her on the rift
As a monster with a ball,
She is not my Orianna
But a clockwork doll,
But in my mind I see her
Dancing wild and free,
And I shall always love her,
May she rest in peace.
Closed Starter for all-systems-charged
Orianna sat on a bench within the Institute, adjusting the ribbons stemming from her pointe shoes. No, they were not all that practical for battle in the League but she had them altered since becoming a champion. Finishing up with the ribbon, she stood and did a small twirl en pointe to test everything. As she stopped, she noticed another champion walking towards her and she smiled.
“Hello, Ezreal.”
all-systems-charged
Orianna? Orianna, are you okay?
You should really not hold onto my hand for too long--
x
A Burning Vengeance
Orianna wasn't fully healed, not yet-But she knew she couldn't let Brand get away. She had found his trail after he had burned down half the forest-It was pretty easy. His rage had made it leave distinct foot marks in the burned grass. She followed them, having to stop to rest every once in a while. She came upon a small town-And a look of anger crossed across her face. She walked into the town, her trench coat flowing behind her. "Come out, Brand! This time...You won't get away."