Zyra

               
                  Aching to take control of her destiny, the old, passing on plant Zyra moved her awareness into a human body for another opportunity at life. Hundreds of years back, she and her kind commanded the Kumungu Jungle, utilizing thistles and vines to expend any creature that set foot in their region. As the years passed, the creature populace relentlessly ceased to exist. Sustenance turned out to be progressively rare, and Zyra could just remain by vulnerably as the remainder of her family wilted away. She figured she would die alone, until the point when the presence of an unwary sorceress gave her an open door for salvation.

It was the first run through in years Zyra had detected an animal meander so close. Craving attracted her to the sorceress, however some other, more profound impulse constrained her. She concealed the lady in thistles effortlessly, however as she enjoyed this last supper, outside recollections attacked her contemplations. She saw awesome wildernesses of metal and stone where people and creatures flourished. Powerful enchantment surged through her vines, and she concocted an exquisite yet dangerous arrangement to survive. Utilizing the lady's recollections, Zyra emptied her newly discovered enchantment into the formation of a human-molded vessel. She didn't realize what kind of world anticipated her, yet she didn't have anything left to lose. At the point when Zyra opened her eyes, she was overpowered by the crude power prepared readily available. It wasn't until the point when she saw the withered stays of the plant she used to be that she understood how defenseless she had progressed toward becoming. In the event that this body kicked the bucket, there would be no system of vines to withdraw through, no roots to regrow her... be that as it may, she felt genuinely alive. She observed the world out of the blue as creatures did, and a dim grin crawled over her lips. She was reawakened, and there was such a great amount of now inside her grip.

''Nearer to the blossom, nearer to the thistles.''

- Zyra


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