The blood within me

Part 2

Shyvana P.O.V (Point of view)

Even in sleep her dreams were haunted by possibilities of how her mother died or how the rest of the villagers faired. It seemed that most of the mothers and children had survived the attack, the men that survived were either wounded or were missing a limb, and the children had nothing but scratches on them. The men had decided to clean up the bodies of the dead and buried them (If they hadn't been devoured) for the honor of those that died, Shyvana felt like she had been in a stampede of water buffalo. She felt dead inside. Her face traced with no emotion. When kids her age came by and asked if she wanted to play she looked at them in shock, they were thinking of playing when the village was just about being destroyed?

She shook with rage when they kept poking her about it, she finally snapped and was about to rant on about how this wasn't the time to be playing around when the adults called that it was time for a very delayed lunch. No one was eating the deliciously good roast pig or drinking the fresh water from the river, most people were just sitting there in silence. The very thought of the dragon scared most people into not eating, although when the first stomach rumbled the rest of them started after prayers were given to those that were dead.

After the meal the crowd was called to a meeting leaving most of the children alone besides being supervised by a few adults. The only child not being supervised was Shyvana, her mother had apparently died in peace as the dragon had decided not to rip her apart, and when she was buried Shyvana had died a little on the inside. When it was night time Shyvana stayed up most of the night crying, her eyes were red and puffy as she viciously rubbed her eyes.

The next morning there was a riot outside of the hut Shyvana was staying in, many of the villagers were throwing stones at the hut and some of them pierced through the wall and hit Shyvana, her hands covering her head in protection. This morning she had woken up to the noise of a woman screaming at Shyvana to bring back her husband who hadn't survived the dragon attack, her screams were heard by other villagers who agreed with her and verbally assaulted Shyvana with their own reasons. Her face was twisted into a look of fear as she glanced outside to see rocks hurled at her house. On the outside when villagers that were wondering why they were treating Shyvana like this, her skin stung where the rocks had landed and she was bleeding in several places. When a very sharp object struck her, she screamed in pain and saw it was a dagger, it had pierced itself into her thigh and she was now bleeding.

She pulled it out and was shocked to see there was hardly a wound despite how deep the knife seemed to be, when she heard some yelling outside she snuck a peak outside. She immediately wish she didn't as a sword came plunging next to her head, screaming she retreated into the corner of her hut she whimpered as she covered her head from the various objects thrown into the house including most of the swords. She was very surprised when her right hand had changed growing talons and becoming a dragon's arm, she nearly fainted in surprise because of this revelation. She then recalled why they were trying to hurt her… it was because she was a half dragon.

She was the reason behind the death of the other villagers… she was the reason of her mother's death. She fought back her tears when suddenly there were more yells outside that sounded unfamiliar, she whimpered in fear as the sounds of metal crashing together sounded outside. Suddenly the door busted open and in came a man in blood red armor, his shoulder pads had dragon horns and his helmet resembled a dragon as well although one of the horns were broken, a lance that seemed to be made of dragon scales and horns was at his side as he walked towards Shyvana. If one were to look behind him they would have seen a pile of unconscious people after taking a beating from the man in the dragon armor.

Jarvan's P.O.V

When I saved the little girl I did not expect what I saw before my eyes her arm was almost dragonic, it was so majestic that my breath was taken away. I had gotten close enough to see the girl for who she was, she was a normal Demacian farm girl I presumed until I saw the reptilian skin on her arm. I had searched long and hard to find one of this status, she was half-dragon and half-human… her mother must have had a hard time giving birth to such a majestic being. By the time I got close enough to her I realized how frightened she was, her arms and legs quaking in fear as her eyes trembled with tears just threatening to pour out and lastly how many bruises were starting to form on her pale skin. I turned around to the scoundrels behind me, how dare they harm an innocent child. I took a quick step towards the pile of worthless men when I heard the timid voice of the girl. The question was so shocking that I nearly slipped and fell right there.

"Are you my papa?" she had asked with such innocence and such sincerity that I found it hard to tell her the bitter truth.

"No" I replied then added "I am afraid I am not your father."

"Oh… I see" Her voice was full of disappointment but I guess that could be explained due to the fact her father (the dragon) is missing. She then decided to would be a good time to ask who I was.

"If you don't mind me asking who are you kind sir?" She asked with slight fear and hope when she saw me. Again I was flabbergasted as to how out of touch this girl was with demacia, she didn't know that I was the crown prince! Recovering from my initial shock I told her who I was.

"I am Prince Jarvan Lightshield the forth, the exemplar of Demacia" I spoke without a single slip up and with all my pride I was slightly glad that her eyes had widened in revalation.

"My prince! I had no idea, please accept my most humble apologies" She stammered in an attempt to gain my trust, although I don't mistrust Demacians and she should know that unless she was never schooled properly in anything besides the field or shopping in the village.

"It's quite alright little girl" I held up my hands to attempt to calm her down "What's your name young one?"

She sniffled as she replied and said her name "Shyvana"

I smiled at her as she fidgeted under my gaze, her legs not staying still after this development. As she fidgeted neither her nor me noticed what was happening outside, the two soldiers from the original twelve that I had handpicked to go with me to the southern border yelled in defiance. I froze as did Shyvana as the soldiers ran in to get me, I grabbed Shyvana's hand as I ran outside to see what was going on. I froze when I saw the dragon before me, his scales matched my armor and although I have seen dragons before this one was twice as big as the one I killed. I was thinking of ways to get the child to safety when I noticed that it was only scaring the villagers and not actually doing anything else towards them. I noticed this and saw the dragon eye the children thoughtfully then with an ancient and powerful voice he asked a single question that shocked me to no end.

"Where is my daughter?" he asked voice almost as low as a whisper which then reached the point of a yell as he asked in a booming voice "DID THAT BASTARD DRAGON KILL HER?"

The power of his voice was so drastic that both of the soldier that I had handpicked fell to their knees in that display of power the villagers were too scared that the dragon might kill them for what they had done to his daughter to say anything. But this was stopped when Shyvana stepped forward, her blood red hair clear in the afternoon sun as she boldly stated.

"I am Shyvana the only young girl in this village at the moment… what do you want from me?" I blinked in awe as the dragon stopped his rant and stared at Shyvana in awe.

"You did survive…" he then added "I'm so glad…" his voice seemed strained as he looked down on Shyvana. Shyvana herself was quite confused, why did this beast so similar to the one before seemed relived when he found out that she was alive?

"If you don't mind me asking why do you care so much?" she asked in a cold voice and tone that I thought no one would dare carry when talking to a dragon. "The last dragon that came around here tried to destroy the village… for my head."

"Ah but I am different from that dragon in more ways than you could know." He said his eyes twinkled with amusement. "After all I am your father." My jaw dropped for the 3rd time in that small conversation, I looked at Shyvana and I saw that she had tears in her eyes… I wonder why?

Shyvana P.O.V

I looked at the monster that was my father, I felt pain within my heart that I didn't know existed, it hurt very much but this didn't stop the rage from flowing through my veins. This bastard had left mother! I wasn't going to forgive him in the slightest, he had left mother alone and unguarded against many things and this bastard didn't help mother on her ranch. But most of her anger drained out of her heart and was replaced by a deep sadness, I knew deep inside that this was my father and that this beast has caused pain and suffering of the entire village. But why was I feeling so right when I was pulled towards him, as he seemed to breath a sigh of relief as he hugged me. I then found out I was hugging him myself and that I had tears flowing freely down my eyes, I was happy until I blacked out due to the shock of this event.

To be continued…

(Phew that's a longer chapter than I wrote most of the time! But it was worth it! Anyways I got to finish some homework so I'll post some more it later!)