Shyvana awoke to the sound of chirping birds and rays of sunlight cutting through dusty windows. She sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes, looking around. The room was simple and sparse, but fairly clean, only the dust to show it hadn't been used in some time. Shyvana raised her arms above her head, yawning and bearing long fangs as she looked about. There were several windows that sunlight shone through, but all Shyvana could see were orange and crimson leaves from where she sat. She pulled herself out of the bed groggily and looked around. There was a small chest at the foot of the bed, a change of clothes laid out for her.
Shyvana pulled the rough spun tunic she was wearing over her head and dressed quickly. There was a curious pair of thin cotton pants that lacked leggings, the likes of which she had never seen before. She looked at them quizzically for a few seconds, before sliding them on first. There was a hugely long tunic folded neatly as well, and she carefully pulled the garment over her head. It stretched to the floor around her ankles. Shyvana tried walking in the weird clothes, but she tread on the leading edge of the garment and tripped, ending up on her face. The door swung open as the woman from before rushed in, a surprised look on her face.
Shyvana struggled to get to her feet again, but stepped on the long tail of the garment and tumbled to the floor a second time. She hissed at the garment, wearing a pitiful frown as she struggled to her feet finally.
"Goodness child, you nearly gave me a heart attack." The lady said, her hand pressed to her chest, her breaths deep. "Ferron, she's awake!"
Shyvana eyed the woman cautiously, her eyes narrowed as the woman stepped aside to tell the tall man into the room. He wore simple clothes, most of them looked to be hand-spun, the clothes of peasant farmers.
"It's good to see you finally up." He said, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face that caught Shyvana by surprise. He stopped as Shyvana shuffled backwards, sinking towards the ground in a defensive stance. He slowed up, scratching his head, bewildered momentarily before the grin returned to his face, though much more sheepishly. "I suppose I would be cautious if I were you, too."
"Who are you?" Shyvana asked quietly. Her voice still hurt, and Shyvana realized she was extremely thirsty for the first time.
"My name is Ferron." He said, "And this is my wife, Mara." He gestured to the woman who smiled warmly at Shyvana. Shyvana opened her mouth to speak again, but she choked and began to cough. Ferron cautiously walked over to a side table where a pitcher and basin sat. He pulled a cup from off a nail hung in the wall and filled it with water from the pitcher. He took a step towards Shyvana, kneeling. He extended the cup out towards her, gesturing to it with his free hand. "Here. And your name?"
Shyvana took the cup from him and began to tip it back, but choked and spilled water on the wooden floor boards.
"Carefully, carefully." The woman said, shaking her head as she swept forward. "Small sips." Shyvana didn't shrink back this time, letting the woman approach her. She held the cup steady as Shyvana sipped at the water carefully.
"There you go." The man said, pushing himself up to his feet, smiling again. "You had us worried there... we didn't think you were going to make it." He nodded sagely at his own comments. "You had a bad fever for several days there."
"Shyvana." The dragoness said softly, over the brim of her cup. She paused as she looked up at the man and woman. "How many days has it been?" Shyvana asked, blinking from behind the cup, pausing just long enough to breathe and ask her question.
"Three days since we found you, young one, Shyvana." Mara said, brushing the hair from Shyvana's face.
"Where is..." Shyvana began to say, lowering the cup to her lap as he voice drifted off. "He's dead isn't he?" Ferron and Mara exchanged glances, worry visible in their expressions. Shyvana's eyes fell to her cup, a small smile on her lips. "I knew it... I just... I didn't want to admit it." With her hair hiding her face, her small frame began to shake with convulsions as tears dripped down her nose, making a 'plink' sound as they fell into the cup.
"I'm sorry." Ferron said, pulling the hat from his head and holding it in his hand in front of him. He made a pained expression, sighing. "There was nothing we could have done to save him."
"Thank you..." Shyvana said with a small voice. "He would have been sad to see me like that."
"Who was he?" Mara asked softly. "Was he close to you?"
Shyvana nodded silently.
There was silence for several seconds.
"There isn't anything that can be done." Shyvana said, struggling to get to her feet again. She caught her foot on the hem of the garment again and toppled over.
"Oh my." Mara gasped, trying not to chuckle at the poor girl's attempts to stand. "Are you okay, dear?"
"This infernal tunic is too long." Shyvana pouted, breathing deeply, trying to keep her anger in check.
"It's not a tunic, it's a dress." Ferron said with a grin. "An old one of Mara's, but it seems to fit you just fine."
"Whatever it is, I don't like it." Shyvana huffed, letting the couple draw her attention away from the pain she felt. "I can't walk in it."
"I'll fetch you some of Argo's old things, then." Mara clucked, a bit of sadness in her voice. She helped Shyvana to her feet, setting her down on the bed carefully. "They'll be just a bit big on you, but they'll fit. I'll be right back." Mara swept from the room, a ribbon binding her hair behind her back.
"I haven't seen Mara this enthusiastic in weeks." Ferron said, putting his cap back upon his head. "I don't think she's had any good company since." He wore a lopsided grin that complimented his hooked nose, the odd combination of features almost comical. He looked happy, a smile on his face as he watched the woman disappear down the steps.
"Why are you helping me?" Shyvana asked.
"Huh?" Ferron said, blinking, moving away from the window. "Why wouldn't we help you?"
"I have no money... I can't pay you." Shyvana said, squirming where she sat. She was afraid that she would be cast out, discarded because she was a freak. The few humans that Shyvana had met before were hardly polite, or even as civilized as she was, raised by her father. Even her father's kind, the dragons, saw her as a freak, an outcast and a lowly scion of human and dragon. To them, she was worse than the humans, though her father was hunted down and killed for his supposed betrayal to his kind. Kampf had been the harbinger of that message, and he had been the executioner as well. Shyvana clenched her fists, white knuckles gleaming atop her pale hand. She felt her blood run hot at the thought of Kampf, but as blue color began to spread along her finger tips, Shyvana sucked in a breath and forced herself to calm down. She force herself to put her desire to kill Kampf aside. She had a more immediately concern; Jarvan's killers.
"Silly girl, we would never harm you." Ferron said, rustling her hair. Shyvana blushed and let the malicious thoughts go, remembering how Jarvan had done that to her once before. "We may not have money to spare, but we're not above helping someone in need." Shyvana frowned.
"I don't understand." Shyvana said, wrinkling her nose. "You owe me nothing, and I don't think I can repay you. Why help me then?" Ferron paused, and sighed, sitting down next to Shyvana.
"Shyvana, my girl, there are certain things that all human beings are capable of." He said philosophically. "Kindness is only chief among those. If you saw someone in trouble along the side of the road, would you stop and help him?" Shyvana paused, looking at him for a few moments while she thought.
"I... I don't know." She said, looking shamefully to the ground. "I think I… I don't think I would." Shyvana felt a painful memory rise in the back of her head. As a child she had tried to help a woman once, but she had been outcast for blue skin and the demonic orange eyes she possessed. He father had eventually tried to teach her to control her form, but Shyvana had never been able to fully control it, she was only half dragon.
"Well I suppose with all you've been through, I'm not too surprised." Ferron said, sighing heavily. "But many folks would. Simple folk like us, we're just farmers. We don't have much to show from it, but we farmers have a saying. 'Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself...' or something like that." Ferron paused, knitting his eyebrows in concentration. "There are a lot of folks out there with even less to show that us, and while it may be selfish of me, I just want to help people. I can't do much of that as a farmer, but I try and help out when I can." Ferron smiled fondly as he stared off into the distance, as if he was reminiscing about something that had happened long ago. Shyvana watched him for a short while, thinking about her past encounters with humans. Ferron was unlike any human she had ever met before, and it made her feel strange inside.
"Here we go!" Mara said, smiling as she swept into the room, startling Shyvana who had been lost deep in thought. "Try these on." She set a pair of trousers and a heavy shirt down next to Shyvana. Shyvana picked the tunic up and tilted her head to the side, looking at it with interest.
"Ferron, go check supper please, we won't be long." The man nodded and stood up, his old bones creaking as he did. He groaned as he got to his feet, but moved off, a bit of a spring in his step. He paused at the door and turned, winking at Shyvana.
"If ya have any more questions, feel free to ask." Ferron said with a grin. He bounced off down the stairs as Mara shook his head after him.
"Did he give you the 'I just want to help people' speech?" Mara said, crossing her arms over her chest. Shyvana nodded, smiling weakly.
"Old coot." Mara said affectionately, shaking her head. "He always wanted to be a knight, but his parents couldn't afford to send him away from the farm. He acts like it's his duty to protect others, and he makes bloody sure they know it." She laughed, turning back to Shyvana.
"Let's get you out of that dress." She said, gesturing for Shyvana to raise her arms above her head. Mara pulled the dress over her head as Shyvana shook the dress off. Shyvana covered her chest with her arms as Mara folded the dress, and set it on the bed. Mara paused before turning back to the dragoness. "I wanted to ask you where your scars came from..."
"It was from..." Shyvana didn't want to tell her the truth out of fear that Mara would be frightened, but she didn't want to lie about it either. "A wild beast had attacked us earlier in our journey." The memories of Jarvan caused Shyvana to drop her head to the floor again.
"I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to bring it up again." Mara said, handing her the tunic. Shyvana pulled it over her head and then slid into the trousers. Shyvana brushed her hair out of her face as she did, pulling it through the collar of the shirt. "How about I take care of that for you as well?"
"My hair?" Shyvana said, pulling it over her shoulder and running a hand along it. "What are you going to do to it?"
"I'm just going to put a braid in it so you don't have to keep brushing it from your face, dear." Mara said, sitting Shyvana down on the bed and then sitting down next to her. "Here, face this way and we'll get started."
Dinner had passed in mostly silence and the clink of silverware on plates. Shyvana had kept her eyes on her plate for the most part, scarfing her food down rapidly. After the meal, the family had spread out among the small farm, the son feeding the small flock of animals, while Mara cleared the table. Ferron had gestured for Shyvana to follow him, and they both left the farmhouse, circling around the house and down a short path that led into the woods.
"What's this way?" Shyvana asked as Ferron handed her a small bouquet of flowers. Ferron was silent, merely treading onwards down the path before he emerged into a small clearing. It was there that freshly turned earth and a small wooden cross signaled that the clearing was now a grave site.
"It wasn't much, but I gave him a nice pine box and said a few words." Ferron said quietly. "If you want to say a few words of your own, or just stay a while, you're more than welcome to do it." Ferron held his cap in his hands before him, praying silently.
"If it's not too much trouble..." Shyvana began quietly, "I'd like some time alone."
"Certainly, young one." Ferron said softly, putting a hand gently on her shoulder. "Just promise to come back to the house when you're finished."
"I will." Shyvana said nodding. Her knees were weak as she sunk to the ground, her arms limp at her side. "Thank you..." She mouthed as Ferron left, glancing over his shoulder. He shook his head as he did, feeling sorry for the poor girl.
As soon as he was gone, Shyvana felt tears begin to well in her eyes. She fell forward onto all fours, the reddish dirt fresh beneath her fingers as she clenched her fists, scooping up handfuls of the dirt. She screwed up her face and gritted her teeth as tears poured down her face. She raised her fists up and brought them down onto the ground, hard, as she tried to stifle to sobs. Her shoulders shook as she did, small imprints on the ground where her fists struck the dirt over and over.
"You jerk!" Shyvana hissed between sobs, "You left me behind!" She choked on her tears, sitting back on her knees, looking skywards as dirt tumbled out of her open hands, over her lap. "You utter bastard!" She felt tears streaming down her cheeks and she cried, letting it all out. "You were supposed to take me with you! You said I could! Was it all a lie?" She felt anger, fear, loneliness, sadness, and frustration, all of the emotions swirling and mixing in her heart and she both sobbed for his loss and cursed his existence. He had saved her and then abandoned her again, nearly as quickly.
"Jarvan..."
She wanted to hate him, but deep down, she loved him. He had given her seemingly bleak life purpose, something to live for, and something to strive for. But all that was gone now, as the longing turned to anger. She didn't want to hate him, but she couldn't understand her emotions. It was both devastating and mind numbing as her tears dried, the heat from her anger brewing, causing her entire body temperature to rise. She rose to her feet slowly, her mind set on one thing.
"So long as there is life in my body, I will hunt that witch and her bastard servant down." Shyvana vowed as the sun set, her mind returning to the night of Jarvan's death. Her sadness was gone, instantly, replaced with anger and determination. Her fists quivered, flames erupting around them as she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down. The flames crackled for a few moments, fizzling out as she breathed deeply.
"I need to leave soon, I don't want trouble for these people." Shyvana said quietly to herself, stepping away from the grave. She paused, looking back, turning her body slightly as she did. "Worry not, I won't be long behind you." She sighed heavily, fury boiling in her veins, an uncontrollable wrath of emotion frothing just beneath the placid appearance she wore.
As she walked back towards the farm, the scent of smoke filled her nostrils. She paused, lifting her nose further into the air, a sense of dread settling like a solid mass of ice in her stomach.
"No..." Shyvana breathed, taking off at a sprint. As she rounded the last corner in the trail, the red leaves finally parted to reveal the farm house and her fears were confirmed. A pillar of black smoke reached towards the sky, rolling flames engulfing the house. Shyvana skidded to a halt, the sight of the house burning sending ice through her veins. She didn't know what to do as she watched the building burn, the sound of tinkling glass and the roar of flames overwhelming her senses. She ran around the house as a sense of devastation descended upon her, her mind wandering to wonder if this was her fault. As Shyvana rounded the house, she slowed to a halt, pausing behind a tree, a number of unknown men standing in a circle in front of the house.
There were two leaders that Shyvana could see, one taller and wider, with massively broad armored shoulders, the other only slightly shorter, his build equally muscle bound, but less impending than the first. The taller of the two wore heavy plate armor, an executioner's broad ax held in front of him as he leaned on it, a neutral expression on his face. He watched the fire roar, the orange light flickering off his face, a sinister light cast upon him. He has a single streak of white hair that started just right of the center of his brow that had swirled with the rest of his hair.
"OH YEAH!" The smaller one shouted, a wild grin on his face. He had a long pointed goatee and a mustache that twirled down in points along his chin, and his hair had been lifted up into a pompous spike, a crown keeping the locks from falling into his face. He watched the pillar of flame grow taller as it burned, his gaze drawn higher and higher, his smile only growing wider as it did. "That's the way I like it!"
"I'll ask you again." The broad one growled, a stern look on his face as he raised the ax and pointed to where Ferron was being detained on his knees by several crimson armor clad men. "Where is the dragon and prince?"
"I don't know anything about no damned dragon!" Ferron shouted as he struggled against the men's grasp. "And certainly not a prince!"
"We know you're hiding her." The thin one said, kneeling to get down to Ferron's level and meet him eye to eye. "Just tell us where she is and we'll be on our merry way."
"Never!" Ferron hissed, moving his face away from one of the sinister looking blades that the thin one had produced. There were two blades that ran parallel from the hilt, ending in a hooked tip. The thin one, turned his back, a cruel smile on his face as he spun the blade about the hilt, mere inches from the man's face, a maniacal laugh erupting as Ferron tried to back away. He was held fast by the men though, his cowering only serving to enliven the men who stood around laughing, the thin one smiling wildly at the approval and jeering of the men.
"Enough." The broad one boomed, frowning. "If you won't give us the information voluntarily, then we'll just have to coerce it from you by force." He swung his massive ax up onto his shoulder and turned away. "You two, take the woman and the boy to the barn and lock them in." He pointed to the old wooden structure at the side of the house, and the men who stood around Mara and Argo nodded. The boy had been beaten badly, his face blackened as blood ran from his nose and a bad gash on his cheek. Mara had been caring for him, cooing softly as she did.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Ferron yelled, the aghast expression on his face showing his fear, the shock evident at the consequences his stubborn nature had resulted in.
"Wait...stop, he's injured!" Mara said, her fear evident in her voice as the soldiers approached. She laid down over her son's body protectively. "No!" She screamed as the men ripped her off, carrying her kicking and screaming, towards the barn. Two men hefted Argo by the hands and feet, and tossed him unceremoniously through the door, grins on their faces as they did.
"The woman too." The thin one reminded in a gruff, almost sing-song voice, his wild grin now pure evil in the flickering orange light of the burning house. The men shoved her in, sending her stumbling to the ground. They slammed and locked the door, barring it with a heavy timber, smiles on their faces.
"Burn it to the ground!" The thin one cheered, as one of their men stepped forward, bringing his arm back to toss a torch in through the open hay loft.
"Wait!" Shyvana shouted, stepping from behind the tree, her fists clenched as she did. "Don't hurt them! I'm the one you want!" The surprise on the two men's faces was evident as she stepped into the fire light. There was an awkward silence that followed, only the sound of the roof collapsing in the burning farm house to break the dead silence.
"Shyvana?" Ferron said, surprised. "Wait, do you know what the men are looking for?" The thin one struck Ferron aside the head with the side of his blade, twirling it and then setting it on his shoulder, stepping towards her. Shyvana was afraid, but held her ground, her hands held firmly at her side.
"A tasty little thing like you?" The thin one finally said, a dumb, lecherous look on his face. Shyvana grimaced as he scratched his head, letting the blade rest on his shoulder. "Talon said a female dragon, not a little girl." Shyvana felt ice run through her veins, the thought of the assassin's hand in Jarvan's death leaving an icy fist around her heart. He circled Shyvana, his spiked hair swirling around her like shark and his prey, looking her up and down, paying special attention to her chest and rear end, a frown still on his face. "But for you… I'm tempted to take you as a prize for myself, dragon or no dragon." Shyvana could see the tattoos that ran up and down his arms, one reaching up along his neck, onto his face in a blood red swirl. They were crimson red, the color of the uniforms that the other men wore.
"Take her, men." The broad one said. "Detain her."
"Oh come on, brother." The thin one said, shrugging again. "She's hardly a dragon. She's just a sexy little red-haired farm girl." He shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face as he laid a hand on Shyvana's rear. He grinned as she did, smiling slovenly. "I'll show you a good time, babe, don't worry." He whispered before turning back towards the broad one, his brother. "Darius, I'll take care of this one, you just keep investigating the man about a dragon. I'll be back momentarily." He frowned as looks of disbelief began to spread across the men's face.
"Check again, Draven." Darius sighed, pointing past him.
"What?" Draven said, frowning as he turned. He shrunk back when he turned back to Shyvana. "Eep." Vicious horns protruded from her skull, and her eyes were vertical slits, the brilliant orange color burning like the sun even in the orange light. Blue scales and leather skin covered her body, the pale skin vanishing as her snarled in pain, massive claws appearing in place of her hands. Fire encompassed her entire body, a raging inferno now exploding around her. She reached out and picked Draven up by the collar, lifting him above her head and then smashed him, face first, directly into the ground.
"Only one man can do that to me, and it is not you!" Shyvana roared in an inhuman voice as she picked him up again, a stunned look on his now bruised and battered face. She raised her arm back and smashed his face in, sending him flying through the air, smoke trailing after him.
Shyvana's entire body heaved as she breathed deeply, looking around. Everyone wore stunned expressions, many still with their weapons in the sheathes upon their belts. Shyvana roared at them, the sound a deadly screech, many men turning tail and running at the sight and sound of the angry half-dragoness. The man who had been ready to light the barn on fire had dropped the torch in his hurry to hightail it out of there, the flaming stick rolling toward the aging barn. Flames jumped up the side of the building as it did, quickly engulfing the thatch roof in a cloak of flames.
"That's cute, but what exactly do you think you can do to me?" The man who had been referred to as 'Darius' said with a grin. He brought his ax to a ready stance in front of him, spreading his feet out and leaning down. "You may have taken care of my cocky younger brother, but I won't be so easy." Shyvana's eye twitched as she tried to figure out who exactly was cockier. She shook her head, and was taken by surprise as the man charged abruptly.
He swung his ax in a broad horizontal spin that would have taken her head off, but she ducked below it, only losing a few hairs off the end of her braid. Darius looked surprised, as if no one had ever thought to duck the swing, and slowed his spin as he prepared a second strike, his hand sliding up the shaft of the ax to swing inside his wide arc. Shyvana spun and planted a flame cloaked fist squarely under her jaw as his body came to bare, and then spun, landing a kick in his gut, sending him tumbling backwards. He rolled as he hit the ground, landing uneasily on all fours, gasping for breath, clutching his stomach as his eyes bulged.
"Wha... th... hell..." He gasped painfully. He looked up as Shyvana slowly approached. He started to get to his feet, but Shyvana raised her leg back and landed a kick that snapped his head to the side and knocked him out. He crumpled to the ground in an unceremonious pile. Shyvana turned back to the barn as pounding sounded, the screams of a terrified Mara emanating from within.
Shyvana ran to the door, and pressed her ear against it.
"Help!" Mara shouted from inside. "Ferron help me!" Shyvana tugged on the timber, but the men had jammed it in well. She lowered her shoulder underneath the timber and pressed upwards on the timber, but it was too low to the ground and she couldn't gain purchase in the mud. She stepped back, her eyes glowing bright as she called upon her draconian power.
"Mara!" Shyvana shouted. "Step away from the door!" She heard the voice echo from her mouth, but it wasn't hers. It was a scary sound, deeper and threatening.
"What?" Mara said from inside, her voice muffled. Shyvana could hear her in a fit of coughing. He raised her foot to her chest and kicked the door in, the blow cloaked in flames, the timber splintering and caving to the force. It showered splinters inside the room, and the doors were knocked clean off their hinges. Shyvana helped Mara out of the burning building, the woman coughing hard. She was gasping for air by the time that Shyvana had carried her to where Ferron sat stunned, his eyes wide in terror as Shyvana set Mara down next to him. "Quick..." Mara gasped between coughs. "Argo. He's still in there."
Shyvana nodded and took off, running back to the barn, diving into the smoke and flames. Shyvana had to shield her eyes as the building burned, the wood smoke stinging her eyes. She could feel flames licking at her body, but they didn't cause harm to her leathery, scale armored skin. A beam crashed to the ground beside her, sending her diving to the floor. She carefully picked herself up, coughing as she did, still looking for Argo. Shyvana felt around on the ground, trying to find him in the blinding smoke, but her hand hit something else familiar, the warm steel sharp to the touch. She grasped the familiar blade, pulling Jarvan's lance to her side. She paused, but the sound of another crashing timber caused her to realize she was fighting against the clock.
Shyvana found Argo pinned under a smoldering timber, the heavy beam laid across his chest. Shyvana grabbed the timber and heaved, lifting it up off the boy, the timber crashing down through the old floor boards as she tossed it aside. Shyvana pulled the boy up and tossed him over her shoulder, the weight felt in her knees as she grab the lance and turned around. She walked slowly out of the building, using the lance to guide her, the smoke too think to see through now. Her eyes and throat burned as she moved out of the building, falling to her knees, dropping Argo and the lance and clawing at her throat as she did. She may have been able to breathe fire, but the smoke she had inhaled was painful even to her.
"Argo!" Mara cried as she crawled to her son, pulling him close.
"Is he okay?" Ferron asked, walking crookedly over. He clutched at his rib cage, where he had been struck over and over by the men.
"I don't know..." Mara said tearfully, her voice raspy. "He isn't breathing." She covered her mouth as tears ran down her soot stained face.
"I... I..." Ferron fell to his knees next to Mara as she cried into her hands. "How did this all happen..."
Shyvana stood slowly, looking to the sky again, the moon blotted out pillar of smoke. She set the butt of the lance down in the dirt, looking at the weapon. It was blackened in places by the flames, the steel still hot to the touch. She sighed, realizing that she had brought this upon this innocent family that had only tried to help her. Her gaze finally dropped from the sky, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She had brought so much trouble with her.
"No one should have to suffer because of me." Shyvana said quietly. "I'm sorry." She shook her head, frowning as she walked towards where the thin one still lay. She stripped him of his armor and weapons, tossing the blades into the burning barn, and then strapping the armor to her thin frame. It hung loose on her body, but it would have to do. She strapped the gauntlets to her for arms, the fur lined armor hot, but fairly comfortable. She took his boots as well, the armored grieves up to her knees. "Tacky but it will have to do." She sighed.
"Just leave." Ferron said, anger in his eyes and voice. "Please, just leave us." Shyvana tried to meet his gaze, but Ferron refused to meet her gaze, hardly acknowledging her. "We have no place for your kind."
"I'm sorry for all of this." Shyvana said sadly, as she walked over to where the broader of the two brothers lay. Blood still poured from his nose. Shyvana removed his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, kicking the man in the ribs once, grimacing as she looked back at the man and woman who now grieved over the body of their dead son, their entire life burning around them. Shyvana shook her head, tossing the great ax to the ground at Ferron's feet.
"Do what you want with them." She said, turning and stepping off, headed out towards the road.
"Wait." Ferron called searching himself for his voice, struggling with the weapon. "Where will you go?" Shyvana turned, Ferron still refusing to meet her gaze. She looked up to the sky.
"I have a debt to repay." Shyvana growled with a grimace. "And I intend to fulfill it." She slung Jarvan's lance over her shoulder, the massive weapon easily twice as tall as she was. Ferron watched silently, his wife sobbing quietly beside him, his son dead at his feet, and two Noxians unconscious on his burning farm as the horned girl disappeared into the darkness. He set a hand on his wife's shoulder, his mind swirling with unanswered questions.
Shyvana paused when she reached the road, looking back over her shoulder. She felt bad for leaving the older couple like that, but she had already brought too much pain into their lives. She shook the tears from her eyes, refusing to let herself cry. He had seen the fear in both Ferron and Mara when they looked upon her, seeing her as what she was, not what she had appeared as, a young woman.
At heart she was a dragon, a beast... a freak in their eyes.
In the eyes of the world, she was nothing more than a monster.
This monster will take the world down then.
Shyvana looked up to where the moon shone brightly in the sky, the red and orange leaves accented by the light form the burning house. A black pillar of smoke arced up into the sky.
Bring it on.