The Lore of Zariya
Jillian was a light-haired green-eyed village girl, her home was peaceful, away from kingdoms and such, the only things that occurred there were bandit attacks.
One day, an army of noxians invaded the village, her father took her to the high temple, a church more or less, and left her threr to hide with these very last words, "Stay safe love, never forget us, and never forget who you are, use your gift wisely. Farewell, my dear daughter."
The young 14 year old girl wandered the old church that she would soon leave. As she cried, her tears fell into the circular altar, she kneeled and prayed for her god and angels to give her a path to follow, as she felt the forever comfort of god, she felt the shining, illuminating light of angel's wings wrapped, and yet, the dread felt stronger, more like a fallen angel.
She had taken her flute of life, a gift that she was supposedly born with, as she felt forever scarred, her friends, family, and comrades all died to hide her gift from the wrong hands.
Though it was one of light and life, now blocked by darkness, she leaves the village that is no more, now in charred remains, all she knows is what the fallen angels tell her, to run from the Chain Warden as he hunts her for her soul, for she is the reincarnate of a goddess.
She now heads for the League of Legends to find another path, being called by her real name, Jillian, but found as her reincarnate name, Zariya, the Death Flutist, which once was the Flutist of Life, now covered in darkness and sorrow, secretly cursed by altar she left full of tears, the water remaining holy, but her heart turning cold and dark. At one point, she will lose everything, she must look for a path, and hide from the Warden, hoping to find the one behind the attack on her home, seeking revenge.
