A curious thought lodged itself into Drawing's head as Drawing did Drawing things before having their Drawing nap nap time. What does Zyra think of vegetarians? And thus sleep was postponed for a bit longer.

*Thunk* the gleaming weapon of Shyvana, the Half-Dragon descends with a terrible sound upon its defenseless prey, piercing supple green flesh with ease. The pierced bodies, hanging by the strange silver trident of the Demacian champion are lifted over the gaping abyss of the dragoness' open jaws. The doomed children disappear as Shyvana's teeth close around their fragile forms. For the life of her, Zyra is too terrified to confront the Demacian.

*Fwoosh* The mangled remains of twisted limbs are ushered to a porcelain arena that's filled with the carcasses of other deceased life forms. The lifeblood of a chubby yellow child rains down upon the desecrated corpses of the innocent.

"Hey, Lux, would you like some salad?" A male voice wonders from somewhere close to the stunned Rise of the Thorns.

"Sure!" Replies Lux.

Once more the dreaded bowl changes hands, more of Zyra's slain brethren are placed on the round pedestals on the table.

"How about some grated carrot salad too?" Ask Garen.

"I guess so?" Answers Lux as she eyes a second bowl.

The heinous butcher smiles at his sister adoringly. Zyra watches in horror as a big glass container is set before her new friends. Was this why the Demacians had invited her to have brunch with them today? Were they also planning to eat her after the humans were done stabbing lettuces and strangling lemons? Would the other champions in the Mess Hall aid her if the Demacian savages suddenly turned on her?

"How about you, Zyra?" The scary juggernaut glances at the plant mage intently. "Would you like some salad?"

"P-please…" The redheaded mage finds herself begging fearfully as she locks eyes with the hulking leader of the humans' vegetable hunting party. Garen does that weird gesture where a person shows another person their teeth, and then dumps a big spoonful of torn leaves onto the green woman's plate.

Zyra's startled eyes follow Luxanna's alarming motions as the usually friendly and charming light mage proceeds to sprinkle lemon juice all over the mangled bodies of green. Lux then leans forward and shows Zyra her teeth much like the armored titan had done a few moments earlier. The rest of the Demacian champions mimic that action, all of them watching the poor plant mage with calculating stares and intrigued eyes.

Zyra swallows audibly. She flashes her teeth at the party of hunters and when that doesn't satisfy them she closes her eyes and lifts a shaky forkful of fresh salad towards her quivering lips. A sole tear slides down Zyra's sweaty visage as the plant mage hesitantly bites into the vegetables and swallows them with some difficulty.

"Oh! She likes it! Look guys! Look how happy Zyra is!" The blonde she-devil quips when she spots the plant mage's tears. "You can have as much you want, Zyra." The traitorous woman beams at the plant mage. "So eat as much salad as you like!"

Garen promptly deposits more vegetables on the plant mage's plate.

Writer's note: That awkward moment when you are searching for the file named Zyra that you want to upload amongst your files and you feel proud when you realize that the file is at the end of the folder since Zed is the last letter of the English alphabet after Yorick. Can I double my pun points if I mention that the alphabet goes W, X, Why Zed? The question I ask my teammates in ranked all the time when they pick a third assassin in our team comp. The answer they usually give me is: ?