A/N: Second chapter! I'm sorry this took FOREVER, but I had some vacationing to partake in and it was well worth it. This chapter isn't my best work, but it is my work nonetheless. Please enjoy!
As training continued, Jarvan noticed one peculiar thing about Shyvana: her eyes always varied from amber to crimson. They were a steely chestnut when she would walk through the dining hall, with her silence dancing on closed lips. In battle, her eyes were as crimson as the blood she spilt, lips parted with rage.
The combatants she faced started off as random pages, then knights in training, and at this moment she faced one of the palace guards. Jarvan had expected her to falter at some point, show some weakness, but she never showed any, not a bead of sweat falling from her forehead or a hesitancy in her limbs. Shyvana fought with control and grace, an attack style similar to a lioness.
With every opponent he set against her, she would start off with the same routine. First, Shyvana would stand there, her golden eyes disinterested in the prey set before her. Then as the victim would pull out his sword, her eyes would turn to a darker dusk, resembling the setting sun. A smirk would creep onto her lips as the flames would seep through her blue skin. The knight would charge, Shyvana would side step, then dodge, and parry, and only after the knight was exhausted would she allow herself to go onto offense. Her eyes burning red and her fangs bared for the kill. Screams of terror leapt from the throats of the attacked, but Jarvan wouldn't stop her.
He was enthralled with her. Shyvana was everything that made a predator. Danger emanated from her every pore and he, in his own fascination, felt that danger frighten him as well. And as the fight continued on, her savagery would only increase. "Shyvana!" He would call out when he felt that she had been consumed by her animal instincts. His voice would somehow reach her through the thick haze of her mind. Shyvana would still just for a moment, but enough to time to allow the soldier would to leap to his feet and make his way from the training grounds. In her routine, it also involved the Prince making his way towards her, the gold flecks of his armor reaching past her blood-stained eyes. Growling she would return to her normal self, deciphering who was friend or foe.
"I'm sorry," she would murmur. Jarvan would only smirk and comment on the need for a more worthy opponent. Shyvana would then stand, holding herself proudly, refusing to show how easily it was for her to lose control. The line between her human, rational mind and her dragon mind was fine and easily crossed. While she had the power to totally be consumed by it, to transcend into her final form, it also became more difficult to control and analyze, so she had refrained, fearing that she would allow herself to kill.
Late at night, after her recent training, she was sitting at the lavish dining table, candles dimly lighting the luxurious hallway. The table had a royal blue table cloth with gold embellishments set upon it, crystal dinnerware was placed elegantly across the table for those who came in late to the feast. The entirety of the room's color scheme was contrasted by the innocent half-dragon, only making her stand more out of place.
The palace's seamstresses had given up on outfits with sleeves for her, since she always destroyed them, and now she was adorning a bright red tunic, without sleeves, that reached mid-thigh, and black tights that contrasted with her blue skin, which was a healthy color that evening from a day spent outside in the sun. Brilliant ruby curls cascaded down her shoulders toward her lower back. Shyvana had her hair restrained for most the day and it felt freeing to let it down for once.
As the redhead sat at the dining table, she ate her late supper slowly, trying to practice self-restraint in all aspects. Shyvana figured that the more control she had over her actions, the more she would be able to be precise in battle. Raising a spoonful of the hearty soup to her lips, her fingers trembled slightly from the self-restraint. The other men and women sitting down watched her silently, questioning her movements as they usually did. They had all concluded that she was acting more strangely as of late.
It had been a month since Shyvana had moved into the palace, and she had grown accustomed to the starring. No one had asked who she was, why she was there, or anything really. The only person who even attempted conversation with her, was the gentle Prince. Sighing at the thought of him, she picked up her glass of water. The more she thought of him, the more she would lose time at practicing. She needed to focus on one thing, and that was to become the best she could be.
Holding the glass of water, she figured it was now time to see if any of the restraint practices had come in handy. Focusing on allowing some heat to resonate in her palms, but not enough to where the glass would heat and shatter. Her eyes were intent on the water within, small bubbles forming at the bottom, as some molecules began to form into their gaseous compound. A slow grin grew on her face as she watched the water heat up gradually, but no flames were present on her wrists.
"Good evening, Shyvana!" A voice said behind her. Startled, flames shot up from her hands and loud crack resonated through the air. Silence fell in the hall as the shattered glass fell to the floor. Flushing, Shyvana quickly bent her head and went to carefully pick up the tiny pieces.
"Oh, sorry." Jarvan said next to her, helping her gather the small fragments. "I shouldn't sneak up on you like that, eh?" He gave a small chuckle at his response. Shyvana remained silent, blushing from embarrassment at being snuck upon.
"I shouldn't have my guard down." Shyvana said, glancing up at him. Instantaneously her eyes locked with his. Stormy blue eyes locked down hers as they transitioned from their crisp auburn to a melting crimson. Jarvan watched the development with fascination, wondering what the trigger could be. He found himself fascinated with the bleeding red enveloping her irises so aggressively. Shyvana was beginning to become aware of the situation at hand. Their faces only inches away from each other, she could smell his breath, see the scrutiny in his eyes, feel the heat coming off his body, in a second she stood up rigidly. Shyvana disengaged herself from the situation, making a point to not look him in the eyes and focus on the meal in front of her.
"Anyways," Jarvan said, noting her sudden distance. "We are meeting with Garen and Lux tomorrow, you can begin training with them as well. You should be up for the challenge." He gave her a smirk, before walking away to the head of the table, to join his father and the other nobles residing in the castle.
Shyvana nodded, her eyes intent on her hands. She wondered how powerful Garen and Lux were. What weapons did they fight with? How many battles had they won? Garen looked to be a very able-bodied soldier, one of the few of Jarvan's circle of friends that she found highly interesting. Shyvana knew nothing of Luxanna. From what she had heard, Lux was considered to be one of the upcoming mages of Demacia, nothing less of the Crownguards.
Shyvana had been told by Jarvan numerous times that she was impressive, a noble addition to the Demacian forces. She sighed solemnly, hoping that he was right. In her father's presence, she had never questioned herself, but here? Every left corner made her unsure of herself. Since the moment she was born, many people had told her how much she had soiled the dragon's name. Screaming that she wasn't worthy.
Now that she was in Demacia, all she wanted to do was show everybody how powerful she could really be. To show that half-dragons were more than an abomination. Growling, she clutched at the fork in her hand. With a steely resolve, Shyvana renewed her vows to become the strongest she could be.
Shyvana was awakened early in the morning. The rising sunlight poured into the sparse bedroom. Instead of the other lavish bedrooms of the castle, Shyvana had kept hers bare and devoid of any personal belongings. The only furniture inside was the four-poster bed and walnut dresser. The reason for such a lack of personal items was mainly because she came to the palace with nothing. The only piece of clothing she had owned was promptly thrown away on her arrival. Shyvana also didn't view the room as her own. Being accepted into a warm home, or anywhere really, was unknown to her. For years she had grown accustomed to coming home to a cave or the high tops of the trees. Shyvana didn't need a luxurious place to sleep, she didn't even need a bed really.
And as light greeted her eyelids, she could only groan at how comfortable the soft down mattress beneath her felt. She had never felt so relaxed and at ease with the world, and when Shyvana sat up, she felt truly rested. Her excitement began to rise as she realized that today she would be fighting actual warriors of Demacia. People who Jarvan considered, the best of the best.
At this thought, she took a glance over to the battle armor that was made for her specifically. The armory and seamstresses had asked what she wanted to wear. Not knowing what her choices were or how she wanted to present herself, she went for basic silver plated armor. The seamstresses gave her black shirts and pants to wear underneath it, but it seemed overly too simple. When she was a dragon, her scales served as much better armor than this common metal would. Scales were superior in almost every way to common chain mail and plates, they also were dazzlingly beautiful. Shyvana took pride in the colors of her own scales, a dark garnet color, with golden outlines.
As she began dressing herself for the day of training, she felt entirely too heavy and too clumsy in the armor. In the mirror, the silver of the armor contrasted vastly with her blue skin. Everyone in the castle had been so human, compared to her oddities. It was clear they thought of her as odd, or even disgusting, their pointed glances proved as much. They would pass her in the hall, eyes squinted, lips pursed, and face full of judgment. Shyvana was beginning to learn ignore them, but not even her scales could protect her against their looks.
Taking a deep breath and smothering her insecurities, she clasped together the pieces of armor. Ilia had left a brush and some hair ties on the dresser. Her large red curls refused to be brushed, so Shyvana used two or three hair ties to from a low ponytail. Feeling like her appearance was adequate, she left her room, heading towards the large dining hall. The castle corridors were either completely empty or packed, and to Shyvana's displeasure, this morning they were filled with envoys and advisors from all over Demacia.
Their feet swarmed the royal blue carpet, while their bodies encompassed the rather wide white walled-corridor. The sun's light filtered through the arch ways, shining beautifully on the golden motif design decorating the ceiling. Paintings of the Lightshield family and their accomplices filtered through the hallway, and Shyvana often caught herself staring at them. The Lightshield family had a very similar look, dark hair, blue eyes, strong jaw bones, and the like. Shyvana then came across the fair-haired Crownguards. It was a new portrait, one that consisted of the two youngest, Garen and Luxanna. Garen looked handsome enough, broad shoulders, strong build, light auburn hair and bright blue eyes. His sister, Luxanna, on the other hand, looked too delicate, with pale blonde hair and innocent eyes. Shyvana couldn't help, but feel her insecurities come to life again.
Scowling inwardly, Shyvana quickened her pace towards the dining hall. What did it matter if she was blue? Why should she be concerned with her large legs and broad shoulders? Half-humans and half-dragons weren't meant to be slender and delicate. They were meant to be dangerous and… unique. Shyvana wasn't recruited into the Elite Guard because she was beautiful. Glancing down at her inhumanly sharp nails, she felt pride well in her. She would show them all how deadly she could be.
Reaching the lavish dining hall, Shyvana quickly veered to right door that lead to the training fields. Outside, in the fresh air, Shyvana felt alive once more. The stuffy castle air wasn't something she enjoyed. Sighing disappointedly, she felt herself reminiscing about the days when she learned how to fly with her father in the Freljord mountains. The first time she propelled her wings into the air for takeoff, she felt unstoppable. Her father had always been her biggest supporter, and when Shyvana had taken flight for the first time, he couldn't have been more ecstatic. She felt herself regretting how she took those moments for granted, her skin longing for the cold winter air. The one thing she loved about being an outcast was always being free to roam as she pleased. Shyvana took a moment to glance at the palace, noting how it confined her to the grounds of Demacia. Maybe one day she would be able to fly away from here, and find her true place in the world.
"Shyvana!" She heard Jarvan call out. Giving one last look to the palace, she raced forward, ignoring the clunky armor she was bound to. In front of her, Jarvan stood proud and tall, golden armor fastened at his limbs and chest, and he looked as regal as ever. Next to him was the brother and sister from the paintings. They looked even more beautiful and, well, royal, in person. Their golden hair shining brightly in the sun. Their bright blue, gold, and white outfits screamed of Demacia, and Shyvana couldn't help, but feel awkward. She grew self-conscious of her plain armor that didn't represent her or the nation that had graciously taken her in. Growling at her silliness, she marched forward, standing proudly and confidently, trying to summon back the courage she had when she was on the run with her father.
In a high pitched voice that Shyvana had been unaccustomed to, the girl next to Jarvan squeaked, "Hello Shyvana! Welcome to Demacia!" The girl, who Shyvana recognized as Luxanna from the painting, enveloped Shyvana in a hug. Grimacing Shyvana lifted up a small hand to pat her back reassuringly.
"Shyvana," Garen said, his tone brisk. "Nice to see you again." Lux released her hold and took a step back. Shyvana allowed herself to take a moment to nod at Garen, before averting her attention to Jarvan in front of her. Jarvan gave her a polite smile before gesturing to the dusty clearing in front of them. A few mismatched trees surrounded the dirt, making the illusion of an encampment of sorts.
"This is where we will train today." Jarvan said, ushering for them to follow him. "Now Shyvana, I don't want you to hold back today." Jarvan said, tossing back a smile, his eyes filled with mirth. Shyvana felt her heart flutter like it had been the past few days. Much to her dismay, the Prince, somehow, could unravel her tightly woven walls, and she wasn't someone to be so undefended. Scowling, she made her way into the training grounds. Lux skipped lightly into the center of the training grounds, her free flowing blonde hair bouncing behind her. Holding out a silver baton, with two glowing spheres at the ends, she twirled it and released a ball of light directly at Shyvana.
Shyvana stared at it for a moment, not sure if the light was dangerous, but after a moment the light exploded, and Shyvana felt the impact on her cheeks and hands. "What are you doing?" Shyvana cried out, eyes glaring at Lux. The blonde only giggled before sending out another ball of light, anticipating it, Shyvana clumsily dodged to the side. Growling at the inconvenient armor, she did her best to summon the fire from within. To her disapproval, the silver gauntlets only began to heat up, refusing to release any of her own abilities.
Lux seemed to realize this and decided to take advantage of it. Continuing to send out abilities that impaired Shyvana's vision and blind her, Lux had the feeling she would win. Jarvan and Garen were almost certain of this as well as they watched. Jarvan furrowed his brow at Shyvana's amateur actions, his mind wondering why she was holding back on Lux. A brilliant flame lashed out suddenly, and Jarvan gave a smirk as he watched Shyvana's bright red hair blend in with the flames trying to leap out of the armor that contained them.
"It's her armor." Garen said, analyzing the fight. "The silver armor is forged to not be flammable, or allow easy ventilation, preventing her abilities." Jarvan looked over to her gauntlets, and noted the red glow of the armor, preventing any fire to be released.
"I'll talk to my father to get some new armor prepared." Jarvan said and watched Shyvana move around in the bulky armor, her frame unsuited to the improperly made attire. Lux landed one of her weak snares on Shyvana, a move that was still under experiment, but seemed to be improving rapidly. A low growl could be heard from Shyvana as she quickly unfastened and removed the heavy armor, while in place. Wearing only black cloth attire, Shyvana was finally able to meet her full potential. In an eruption of flames, the sleeves of her shirt quickly disintegrated as the flames consumed her arms.
Lux seemed apprehensive now, not expecting the power emanating from the red head in front of her. Twirling her baton and taking a step back, Lux placed a shield on herself, hoping that Shyvana wasn't as threatening as she looked. Jarvan saw the half-dragon's smirk though, one full of menace and revenge. Sharpened teeth began to appear as she snarled out and rushed towards the blonde, flames swirling around her midriff. Lunging forward, a blaze surrounding her figure, as Luz gave a screech.
In a blur of movement, Garen was suddenly in front Shyvana, blocking her with an armored forearm. His teeth ground into together as Shyvana quickly disengaged, gathering space between them. Under the protection of her brother, Lux quickly moved out of the area and into the safety outside of the dirt arena. Garen glared down at the young girl in front of him. Her eyes were blood red, glowing like crimson . Garen knew about the dragon she hid inside of herself, and at moment it could come out like a lion with its teeth barred. Raising his sword, he charged forward.
To Jarvan's surprise, Shyvana didn't try to maneuver out of the way, but instead ran full force at Garen as well. Her ruby red hair almost as bright as the flames she held, whipped forward as bare skin met Garen's steel blade. Molten fire spewed from her hands as she continued to send punches in his direction. Garen did his best to dodge the flames, but the singing of his facial hair and skin was becoming too painful. Lifting his blade in the air, he swung it at Shyvana, hitting her full in the face. Her neck jerked back as she sprawled on the floor.
Jarvan glared at his friend in disapproval. Shyvana struggled on the ground for a moment. Lux next to him grasped at his arm instinctively, "Is she alright?" The young heiress asked. Jarvan looked down at her blue and back to the unique girl who struggled in the dirt. Suddenly flames surrounding her, and through the inferno burst through a mighty dragon, bathed in red and gold scales. Lux gasped audibly at this, and glanced up at Jarvan, who had a smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
Shivers were sent up the young Crownguard as she heard an unrecognizable voice, "Tremble before the power of a dragon." Lux watched as Shyvana dove in, her vicious talons clawing at Garen's armor. Fire seemed to erupt from the ground as Shyvana walked, as if it responded to the quaking ferocity of her dragon form.
"Prince Jarvan!" Lux cried as Shyvana sent Garen onto his back in a fell swoop. "Aren't you going to do something?" Jarvan reluctantly removed his gaze from the amusing sight of his best friend being pummeled.
Nonchalantly, Jarvan gave a crooked grin towards Lux. "Garen knew what he was up against before he intervened." Turning his attention back towards the fight, and murmured under his breath "Just be lucky it wasn't you." Lux scowled at this. She was strong enough to fend for herself! But as she watched as Shyvana landed another blow on Garen, she knew that Jarvan was probably right.
Jarvan was enthralled with it all. Shyvana had surprised him today in all unexpected ways. The way she was bold in battle and never faltered. She wasn't hesitant or overthinking her actions, but instead acted on instinct. Garen was an excellent swordsman who had surpassed their peers in numerous ways, but Shyvana, untrained and unknown to his skill, was giving him a hard time. His surprise turned into shock when suddenly Shyvana was consumed by her flames and was transformed into her human self.
Shyvana was always very unaware in her dragon state. Another persona seemed to consume her when her flames did, and whenever she became herself again, she was exhausted. Collapsing on the ground, she felt herself pant heavily, wearily watching Garen stand over her, claiming his victory. Disappointment filled her when she noticed that he didn't even have a dent in his armor. Looking over at Jarvan to see his reaction, surprised by how much she craved his approval, and another shock when she realized how ecstatic she was to see a crooked grin plastered on his face.
"Well done Shyvana!" He boomed. In that moment he looked glorious, the true definition of what a prince should look like. Gallantly striding towards her in glistening gold armor, with a confidence and regality that rivaled one of his father, the king. His blue eyes glimmered with mirth as he continued to make his way towards her, and Shyvana managed to give him a smile before darkness took over her vision, and passed out.
Shyvana was awoken in her chambers, pale moonlight spilling through the window to her left. Sighing she sat up, placing a hand on her head and scowling at her weakness. She couldn't believe that she had lost consciousness. That only occurred when she was first learning how to control her dragon form, and now that she was moving into adolescence she should be growing stronger.
Snarling, she ripped the blankets off of her and grabbed the nearest red tunic and black tights and dressed herself accordingly. Not bother to restrain her tousled ruby curls she exited the room, fuming. The idea of becoming weaker wasn't an option for her. She was a stranger in the palace, and if she couldn't show her worth she would be tossed back into the streets! And who would protect her then?
Her inner thoughts crazed as she roamed the palace hallways. She was claiming to be this overwhelming bestial fighter, and yet she passed out from her own techniques? Dragons aren't weak! Growling, she continued to stomp through the halls, no longer caring if anyone heard her curses. She would prove to Demacia and herself that she was more than just a young, orphan girl.
Fire spewed from her limbs, the corridor receiving small burn marks as she continued to walk. And as she reared a corner, she was greeted with a blast of cold air. Scorching red eyes trailed down the icy hallway, instinctively she followed it. The door to the gardens was left wide opened. Taking it as a sign to follow, she exited the palace, and relished in the night air. Being outside made her feel alive and almost more deadly. The open sky was inviting to her dragon instincts, taunting her to fly upward.
The rich oxygen spurned her fire and she could feel it traveling up her skin, towards the base of her neck, then igniting her hair. Biting her lip, she felt the thrill of her power fill her. Gasping, her nostrils flared, eyes opening with alarm as she smelt her prey. An animal wasn't far from here, it had been so long since she had hunted for herself. Whether a deer or small squirrel, she longed for the chase.
Bounding off, she sniffed the air, tracking down her target of attack. The gardens rushed passed her as she made her ways into the foliage near the forest. The night was young, the moon signaling it was past midnight, and the nocturnal animals would be waking up to begin their hunt. Noticing the small glowing aura radiating off of her, she recalled the flames that danced rhythmically around her limbs, so as not to frighten her target... yet. Then she could smell the blood, stilling by a bush she waited, to see if it would come near. Glowing, crimson eyes peered out of the bush, and as Shyvana waited, she felt a sense of dread creep over her.
The smell of the creature's blood became more potent, signaling that it was coming closer towards her, until her acute senses smelt the death of the creature. She didn't smell or hear any other creatures around the area. Slinking back into the dense foliage to camouflage herself, she looked around, trying to sense any predators in the area. She was near a small forest clearing that was near the river that separated Demacia form other neighboring countries. Moonlight spilled into it, lighting the pale leaves that were turning into their crisp autumn form.
The dread continued to freeze over her. Even the previous scent of blood had begun to dissipate at an alarming rate. Shyvana tried to think rationally of what it could be. Could she have imagined the whole thing? Perhaps her sense had heightened to a drastic point and now they were wearing off? Or maybe-
"I know you're out there..." Shyvana's blood chilled as a dark voice ran through the night, like steel on a stone. Fear stilled her, her breaths becoming shallow and goose bumps raising with adrenaline, it was such a familiar voice, one that haunted her nightmares. "Come on out inbred." Tears pricked her eyes as she realized she was helpless. No one knew she was out here, and no one would be up for hours.
A loud roaring came a moment later as blue flames ignited the grass and foliage around her. Screaming, Shyvana bounded off, avoiding the harmful fire. Glaring at the dragon in front of her, black scales blending into the night sky, almost impossible to see if it weren't for the scorching blood red eyes. Pearly white teeth came to view as it seemed that the dragon was smirking at her. It was impossible for her to seem intimidating compared to the monstrosity before her. Cocking his head to the side, the dragon seemed to size her up, as if she was different than the last time he saw her.
"There you are..." He purred. She grimaced at how cavalier he sounded, as if she was just a pesky thing in his life. "Tonight I will end you, once and for all." Blue flames shout of his mouth once again. Shyvana ran in the opposite direction, dodging the fire as it neared her. Summoning her own fire, red and beautiful, she encased herself in it, draping it around her like a protective cloak.
"You killed my father!" She screamed at him. Rage building inside of her as she continued to seethe. "Tonight, this is the end for you!" Tonight she would avenge her father, and tonight she would prove to dragons everywhere that she wasn't one to be toyed with.
"Do not assume, young one," The dragon said mysteriously in the night sky, blending in so effortlessly. "That you even have a sliver of power to fight me." Shyvana growled, and surrounded herself in the familiar, blinding inferno. Shyvana gasped in pleasure as she felt her wings unfurl, her talons emerge, limbs elongate, scales envelop her, and the all-too familiar dragon instinct filling her. Her only thoughts focusing on the intent to destroy the murderer in her presence.
"Behold my true form," Shyvana roared, fury filling her as she lunged in for the attack. Golden, red flames burst beside her, lighting the night sky. Blue flames came out in in contrast, flickering against the green grass. The fire danced sinfully around, blending and fighting at their own pace. Shyvana stared into the dark eyes of her nemesis. His eyes were confident and cold, colder than any flame could melt.
In a movement that was too quick for eyes to comprehend, he lunged for her. Talons splayed as they reached for her throat. Shyvana roared as she felt the sharp claws tug at her scales and rip through her protective skin. Her own blaze seemed to retreat instinctively to protect the injured dragon. A dark laugh penetrated the thundering of the combustion. Fear dripped icily within her veins as she realized that she wouldn't be able to defeat the dragon that killed her father.
The darker dragon seemed to sense this, his already cool eyes turning malicious as he moved in for the kill. Shyvana did her best to move out of the way, finding cover from the massive fireball heading her way. Panic began to settle in her, and how she wished she had just stayed in bed and rested. Scowling inwardly at herself at her headstrong nature that always got into trouble.
"You can't hide from me." The dragon's voice cut at her like knives, and raw fear settled over her. She knew she couldn't hide, and she would be leaving Demacia as quickly as she arrived. Slowly, she felt herself return to her human form, which meant she was in her most weakened state. Groaning, she moved from the dense foliage out into the clearing so that she could be seen before she was killed. Shyvana couldn't believe she would go down so easily like this, but refused to be seen as a coward. Staring at her dirt stained hands, she came up with an idea that if she could summon the last of her energy to distract him, she could possibly try to escape. It would be risky, and practically impossible, but it was her only option.
"Come out, come out..." He purred. Snarling, Shyvana got up onto her forearms and knees. Pushing the red curls out of her hair, she did her best to summon the last of her energy. Before she could even, concentrate on finding her power, the long obsidian tail hit her in the face, sending her sprawling onto her back. On her back, she stared up at the night sky, starring at what once allured her.
"Shyvana!" A voice cried from the distance. She heard the roar of the dragon before she felt the tremors of the ground. A body from the darkness behind her shot forward, attacking the dragon head on. Shyvana felt breathless at first, before a wave of relief fell over her as she knew that she was going to be safe. Leathery wings thrashed at the ground, and Shyvana watched as the Prince thwarted the attacks sent her way. He only wore a ragged t-shirt and loose pants, but he was sufficient enough with his lance to stop the dragon.
A glare was cast down at her, before the dragon lifted into the sky, traveling back to wherever it came from. Shyvana struggled to remain conscious, her energy sapped, but still she could feel the ground below her. Jarvan dashed to her side, her safety the only concern on his mind. How did she get out? Where had that dragon come from? Shyvana looked up at him meekly, a small smile of gratitude on her face. Jarvan lifted her up into his arms protectively. Even though she was frightening, and almost like an uncaged animal at some point, at that moment she seemed serene, like an injured child. Cradled in his arms, she slowly drifted off into her unconsciousness.
Jarvan analyzed the scenery around him, analyzing for any potential threats to the vulnerable girl in his arms. Assessing that they were safe, he moved quickly back to the castle. The images of the terrifying dragon in his mind, and he was surprised at his own boldness. In the heat of battle, Jarvan felt like his body was moving on his own. His instincts pulled him to jump in and suffer the deadly burns of the dragon, to insure Shyvana's safety. Even now as the sting of the burns traveling up his arms and on his face, he didn't really mind as long as she was safe.
He still couldn't shake the feeling of saving Shyvana. Déjà vu spread over him as he starred down at the fragile half-dragon in his arms, remembering the morning he first saved her. A smile spread to his lips that it was probably the most rewarding feeling. Saving her, that is.
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