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Author's Note- I have been overflowing with the urge to write, and this story really just couldn't wait any longer. I'm not entirely sure I got all the places correct, so bear with me. Also, this is an AU, which means that her father didn't abandon her when she was little (or at least not yet) and those small things that are different from the official backstory are supposed to be there. Thank you!
It was a warm spring day in Runeterra, and a mother was playing with her daughter on the outskirts of Demacia. The father came in, with a dinner just large enough for the three of them, as they never entertained guests. This was not a family like others.
This was a family of outsiders. A simple Demacian farm-girl and her celestial dragon lover had borne a child and were exiled from both races, looked upon with disgust. Their child, a mere four years of age, was considered an abomination and a monster. They lived apart from the others because they were never accepted. It was only them: a human, a dragon, and a child of mixed blood.
The residents of Demacia feared them, and were known for keeping their distance. The family had grown accustomed to their solitude, perhaps their biggest mistake. A man, very strong by human standards, was sick of this family. He had found their home, and waited hours for the father to come back. The father remained in his human form around his family, leaving him vulnerable.
The intruder lunged forwards, behind the dragon shape shifter, and threw his sword. It hit its target on the side, deep enough to nick the shape shifter's lower rib. He fell to the ground, bleeding heavily, calling out to the mother of his child. She screamed, ushering her daughter into their house with tears streaming down her face. She peppered her daughter's face with kisses, whispering words of apology and pleas to stay put.
She shut the door and determinedly turned to face the man attacking her family. The man didn't mean to hurt the mother since she was human like him, but when she began hitting him with rocks, he hit her with his hands. She went down after a strong punch to her throat, but her actions gave the father enough time to get back up and, temporarily changing back into his natural form, claw at the man and kill him instantly.
The father's wounds were fatal, and he bled out within a minute. The mother had her larynx crushed and suffocated to death. The little girl, Shyvana, was only four years old and completely alone. She was half-dragon and half-human; no one wanted her. Without anyone to look after her, she starved after witnessing the murder of her parents.
But this isn't the end. The tale doesn't end quite so gruesomely and filled with agony; it ends in love.
The mother lay on the ground as if she were merely sleeping. The father had transformed back into his dragon appearance, and used the last of his strength to crawl over to his lover and use his wing to shelter her. Shyvana's last action was to lie between her parents, where they all died together. Their deaths were no longer quite so painful, and their lives weren't forcibly ripped from them. Rather, it was much more peaceful.
Their souls were simply blown away, like wispy dandelions in the spring air.
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