Shurima! Your Emperor has Returned!

 "Our seasons are reversed: my spring, your fall."~ Zyra, Rise of the Thorns

Omah? More like Omah Gawd! 

No?

Fine. I'll leave.

This is the last of the double chapter uploads. From now its one a day. I feel like the quality slips when I push out two at a time.

I changed the lore up a little bit. This one, though not perfect, works better than that random cinematic.

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Omah turned back one last time as he took in his surroundings. The lettering one the walls. They spoke of a tomb not only for him but two others.

His grip on the body of his descendant tightened.

"X...Xe.....Xerath." He whispered, his vocal cords struggling under its disuse for over a thousand years.

The traitor.

One who took instead of sharing.

A disgrace to the very name bestowed upon him.

Betrayal after freeing him from slavery. Omah had done the right thing and he did not regret it but it was a mistake to have let the traitor fester under him.

And as he further thought about it, more things about his life came into clarity. All the things he had spent countless nights lamenting about..... they all made sense.

The blank eyes regained clarity.

Memories flooded within him. And he looked at the pale body of his descendant. A girl. Small and large scars littered her body. Her back sporting the very same wound he had. Betrayal.

Thousands of years later, his descendants suffered the same fate as him.

"What must you have suffered?" He asked out loud. 

His feet dragged through the sands as he moved. Not once did he still. Not once did he falter. He had one goal and despite full consciousness descending upon him and the recalling of all his memories, he did not deviate from his original goal.

The Oasis of the Dawn.

As he walked through the sands, his eyes bore witness to the endless sand.

"What has happened to my land?" He lamented. "The water..... the trees.... the life.... It is all gone."

His heart bled at the sight of his once prosperous home, now just a barren wasteland.

One where the sun still ruled.

He raised his head and stared into the sun. His eyes burned as he stared. Then they stopped.

The feet that he had dragged through the sand strengthened. The weight of the body in his arms lessened.

Each step brought forth more strength. His body grew bigger and stronger. His descendant would survive. He would ensure that.

His bronze skin shone in the sun. Sweat glistening.

The empty, dry and cracked basin of the Oasis came into sight.

"Even you have dried up." He whispered as he stepped into the basin. His vision splitting as a memory of a full basin with divine water overlapped the one in front of him.

He looked at his descendant.

"No." He whispered softly. "I deny this." He placed her body on the dry ground. "I deny the fall of Shurima." He walked toward the collapsed monuments. "I deny our suffering." He walked toward the largest one. A broken disc shaped monument. Its awe inspiring size making it look like a mountain. "I deny her death."

And from that denial, power sprung forth.

The Ascension that had been denied, the Ascension that he had no protection from, the Ascension that had broken him, it was finally complete.

The sun was continually empowering him.

The dry ground started to moisten.

Trickle.

Water pushed forth from the ground and slowly covered the basin. Sivir's body rose along with the water.

"Awaken child." His voice grew in power, in weight.

And as color began to return to Sivir's body and her blood began to replenish, Omah began a transformation of his own.

The final transformation.

One a millennia in the making.

Light as bright as the sun erupted from within him. His body grew multiple times the size of a normal person. Golden armor formed around him. Wing shaped pauldrons took their place on his shoulder. A golden staff formed in his right hand. But those were not the greatest changes, He did not resemble a human anymore. Instead of normal human features, what replaced them were bird like ones.

Omah's head was now hawk shaped, The golden armor formed over his new features as well. His hands having both claw-like and human finger like elements. His feet had turned into those of a bird's. Two front claws and one in the back. Red clothes formed on his person, under the armor, with the ancient Shuriman banner and symbol.

As breath returned to her, Sivir shot up and sputtered as she took in her surroundings. Where was she?

And then she saw him, ancestor.

"I will not let you die from something like betrayal descendant." Omah spoke, "Come you are now princess of Shurima."

Sivir's head swam with the sudden information but it did not stop her from replying, "Princess of this wasteland? I'll pass."

"Wasteland...." Omah began to float, "No. Not anymore."

The water that had come from the ground, moved toward the disc shaped monument. As the water moved into it, it shook.

RUMBLE

CREAAAAAAK

RUMBLLLLEE

The entire monument then moved, Sivir stumbled as she felt the earth under shift.

The disc rose into the sky and slowly spun.

"Our nation shall rise once more!" Omah claimed as he waved his staff.

And with the wave, the ruins rose to their previous states. As if their time had reversed. 

WHOOOOOSHHHH

SPLASH

WHHOOOOOOSH

The disc in the sky began to repair itself and then it halted. And like tears, water flooded from its opening.

Ancient river that once ran dry began to fill up with water as if paying respects to a forgotten memory.

Trees, bushes and plants began to grow along the sides of the rivers.

And within moments, an entire city rose to the heights.

Omah felt the land begin to respond to his power. To the return of order. To the return of the Sun Disc. To the return of an emperor.

Hie eyes landed on his descendant.

"This." Omah waved around him, "This is yours. This is what you will be the princess of. SHURIMA!"

Sivir stumbled back, "Who are you?"

Omah tilted his head, "You do not know me? Who is the current ruler of Shurima?"

Sivir shook her head, "There is no ruler here. Not in these lands."

"Who was the last ruler?" He asked.

"No one knows." She answered, "History is pretty hard to take care of with all this sand."

Omah floated down to his descendant, "Then know this descendant of mine-"

"How do you know that?" She couldn't help but ask.

He raised a clawed finger at her chest, "Blood. We share the same. Royal blood. It is why you were resurrected. The Oasis and our family are connected through magic unknown."

"The Oasis?"

"All of this. Everything your eyes land upon. The Oasis of the Dawn. The Mother of Life. The sun and its descendants. Us." He explained calmly, joyous at having a conversation with his descendant. "I am Omah Azir. Your ancestor. And Emperor."

"Then how are you that big?" Sivir asked, unable to believe their familial connection.

A chuckle escaped Omah's lips, "I have Ascended child. I am a god among men."

"God-Warrior." Sivir blurted out, he was what the expedition was in search of.

"I can only estimate that there are none left?" He asked.

Sivir nodded, "Stories... legends.. that is all that remain."

Omah nodded. "Watch those stories come true then." He gently floated into the sky.

Throughout Shurima, everyone felt the shift. Every living creature in the continent turned toward the Sun Disc. 

In the distance, Xerath turned toward the energy, "Omah..." He muttered before continuing on his way, "We will meet again one day...."

Renekton's head shot toward the direction but his eyes turned red as anger took over once again, "NAAAASUSSS!" He roared as he dashed through the sands.

In one of the tombs, a figure looked away from the book he read, his dog shaped head showing confusion before a smile formed, "Shurima is not dead." He said as he rose to full height.

Near a certain group of travelers, three Darkin trembled violently as they felt the familiar energy course through them.

"GOD DAMMIT GREGORI! YOU FUCKER! UNSEAL ME!"

But those words went unheard.

Omah looked over the land. His land. And he announced in words that were heard across the continent.

"SHURIMA! YOUR EMPEROR HAS RETURNED!"

Shurima would flourish now. It had an emperor once again.

A throne formed under the Sun Disc, the water split at the sides around the throne like a divine curtain.

Omah sat on the throne and tapped his staff against the stone flooring under him.

After a millennia long Ascension, Azir had returned.

The strongest Ascended.

The Golden-Sun.

Azir, the Emperor of the Sands.