Ezreal made a noise and rubbed his eyes. Where was he? What happened? His surroundings seemed unfamiliar, These ferns, why was there so many of them? Standing up he looked around. No wait, his surroundings were both familiar and yet somehow...distant.
Years of experience in the wilds led him to conclude what had happened quickly. He had shrunk, and right there in the middle of the woods no doubt. The ferns around him weren't ferns, they were blades of grass! As the explorer looked around, he estimated he was no more than a few inches tall, maybe four or five at best.
The amulet that he had been examining earlier was nowhere to be found. The situation wasn't distressful to Ezreal - no, he was an explorer of Piltover. Something as...little...as this could be easily overcome. All he needed was some help.
The trouble was, standing there, all tiny and shrunken in the grass wasn't exactly an ideal spot. To make matters worse, he was miles away from any civilization and had, as usual, neglected to tell anyone where he was going. His best bet was to hope someone, or something would come along.
Trying his glove he was slightly dismayed to see it fizzle. Seemed like whatever source of magic he had before didn't apply when he was this size. He was going to have to figure something out quickly, or risk the sun setting and being out here in the dark.
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