March 11th, Twisted Treeline near Zaun, Valoran

This forest once served as the battle grounds for the Twisted Treeline matches. Although not as important as the Summoner Rift matches which decided the political outcomes for entire nations, the Twisted Treeline has had some importance in the politics between cities sharing a border, and minor territorial disputes. The matches, however, were no less explosive than those occuring on Summoner's Rift.

The intensity of daily battles had scarred Zaun's last forest, and turned it into a twisted, dark, and gnarly version of its former self, filled with corrupted magic. It was obvious that this forest could no longer support the matches, thus the summoners moved the Twisted Treeline arena to my home in the Shadow Isles.

All this destruction, wrought by the folly of these humans, who seem not to care for their surroundings. I have fought on the Twisted Treeline in both Zaun and the Shadow Isles. I have been an active top laner on the old and new Summoner's Rift. Everywhere I go, I see summoners. Everywhere I go, I see destruction. Everywhere I go, I see death. Do these humans not care for the environment?

However, I have also seen the progress of nature. After the humans have left the forest near Zaun, the forest began to recover. The dark magic that hung around the trees like a dark fog had dissipated. I saw saplings growing from the ground, where the lanes once where. These little saplings forced their way out underneath the stone pavement that served as a path to the bases of each team. Against all odds, nature had begun to recover from the damages.

I see this natural progress towards recovery, and it fills me with hope that the same could happen with the Shadow Isles. I carry with me the vital spark of my home, and one day, once the humans have left the Shadow Isles, I will be able to plant the seed that will make the Shadow Isles bloom once more. I only hope that the time comes soon, as I grow weary of this burden.

The sapling on my shoulder began to shake. Someone was near. Perhaps I could be of assistance. I decided to approach these people slowly and as quietly as possible, although the latter was a difficult feat due to my large frame. Still, I did not want to disturb anyone who may be afraid of my form, afterall, I do look menacing, even for a treant.

It was not long before I began to hear noises. It appears that a man and woman, along with their daughter had gotten lost in the forest. How they came to this forest is not of my concern. How they get out is an entirely different matter. IF they could get out that is. There is no telling if these humans will one day burn entire forests to satisfy their crops, or cut down multitudes of trees for their lumberyards, all in the name of science and progression. But I know better, humans are all greedy, everything is about money and power. Even the Summoner's Rift matches have large sums of money given out to summoners for winning important matches. Perhaps it is best if I never help these humans.

I started to see a few shapes. The man and woman were middle aged, but their daughter was young, holding a stuffed tiger. The man was frustrated, and the woman was having a hard time standing up. I could see that both the parents were bruised and had a multitude of small cuts. Even the daughter's dress was scratched.

These humans were in such poor condition that I could not bring myself to take my anger out on them. It is not right to put blame on people for acts they have not committed. I hope that, if I were to direct them out of this forest, perhaps these people will be less likely to burn down nature for their own benefit.

I stepped out from the group of trees I was hiding behind, and instantly the parents gasped. They sank to their knees, believing me to be their end.

I raised my arm, and pointed in a direction. All they had to do, was follow in that direction, and they would be out of the forest. The parents were still frozen in fear, believing me to be a monster tricking them into their doom. I did not know what to do to make them believe my intentions.

Just then, the little girl approached me, and held up her stuffed tiger. Apparently, my large frame does not scare her one bit. In fact, she was much more interested in the sapling on my shoulder. The sapling hopped down from my shoulder, and looked at her stuffed tiger.

The little girl laughed. The sapling amused her by jumping around, climbing on my arms, and swinging from the branches protruding from my body. The parents seemed more relaxed, and no as frightened. I took this chance, and spoke in a deep voice, informing them that the path out of these woods was a long walk, but if they follow me, I will lead them out of the forest. The parents reluctantly agreed, their daughter seemed excited, I could not figure out why.

I took the humans out of the woods after some time. If the parents were grateful, they didn't show it. Once out of the woods, they simply continued to walk forward, grabbing their daughter's hand, without turning back. Good riddance, the forest needs not any assistance from humans to recover. I prepared to continue my trek into the forest, when I heard the little girl call out.

She came running, and asked if I was a champion of the League, since she had seen some of the competitive matches. I confirmed that, indeed I was a champion, and she immediately recognized me. She said that the summoners and their magic were fascinating, but it was a shame that the magic could only be used for fighting. She said that, once she is old enough, she wants to become a summoner, but rather than fight in competitive matches, she wants to use her influence and protect all the wildlife. She showed me her stuffed tiger, full of stitches, which she proudly proclaimed that she stitched up her toy when there was a tear.

I saw that the man was running back for his daughter. I directed her towards her father, and bid them farewell. Slowly, I lumbered back into the forest. The sapling on my shoulder let out a defeated squeak. I looked back, and saw the little girl smiling and waving at me. I waved back, and kept waving until the father had dragged his daughter out of sight.

Perhaps there are still some good humans in this world.