Chapter I - The Half Dragon
The prince was exhausted. He ventured to the Northern Valoran alone, hoping that he could train. He appeared as a mighty prince, someone to count on, but then he ran away. His "training" was just an excuse to leave Demacia. He needed a rest from being the prince, as there was no end to this battle between Noxus and Demacia—two strong forces that might go into war because he left.
He sat down near a creek, laid his lance beside the tree and started taking off his armor. The sweat that had been a result of walking for a day or so had built up under his armor had produced a stench. 'I desperately need a bath', he thought. He put away his armor to the side and stepped in the creek. He felt a bit of relief as he looked up and showered himself with the creek's water.
'Visitors', the half-dragon thought to herself. There was a different creature nearby. She could pick up his scent from afar. Shyvana stopped her routine of hunting to look for the owner of the scent she just picked up. She looked pretty humanlike despite being part dragon. Her fair purple skin was vivid in the light. She was well-built; her physique showed evidences of rigorous exercise and training. Her bust and waist complimented each other, and her long red hair was the only covering for her body. She followed the scent to the creek, to find the prince bathing.
As the prince stood up, the light shone upon his well-built body. Shyvana peeked at him. She has never seen anything like him before, since she was living with dragons all of her life. 'Someone like me…' she thought to wanted to approach the prince but shyness came over her. The prince looked around and stopped at her direction. Flustered, she accidentally let out a shriek and a ring of flames surrounded her.
Weirdly enough the flames didn't burn the bush she was hiding from. She stayed there for a few minutes and then checked if the human she found was gone.
"What are you supposed to be…?" the prince startled her. By that time, Jarvan had already put on his inner garments. Shyvana hid herself in the bush more, fixing her hair so that it covers her body, curling up so that she feels secured. Then she closed her eyes, hoping that the prince won't notice that she had been the one peeking at him while he was taking a bath. "A woman shouldn't be hiding herself there before the prince."
Shyvana looked at Jarvan innocently, and the he smiled at her. "Don't be afraid of me." He said to her while he offered his hand to him to stand. Shyvana stood up, showing her voluptuous purple body to the prince. "Magnificent. What a beautiful woman. Your physique tells me that you have been through a lot, living here like this."
The prince smiled at her, "My name is Jarvan the Fourth, prince of Demacia." She looked away, "Shyvana.", she says in a small voice. Her fangs extended a bit. The prince inspected her more. 'It's only her skin color that makes her less human than us.' He thought as he wondered what she is.
"You're human, yet you are not. What are you, really…?" She looked at him in the eyes. Her face expressed intense longing. She had not seen someone like her before, and it's as if she wanted to believe that she wasn't alone. Jarvan brushed her hair to the side, and revealed her body. Shyvana was trembling, as it was her first time to be touched by a human. Her body temperature started rising as he looked at her intently.
He glided his hands across the half-dragon's body. Carefully and most gently, he touched her body—wondering what she was exactly and why she resembled a human. He pulled her a bit closer to him. Shyvana felt hotter as she came close to the mighty prince and released a ring of flames around her, burning the prince a bit.
The prince let out a scream from the burn, but never setting his eyes off her. Shyvana stepped back a bit, thinking about what she have done, she turned into a dragon and ran away.
"So she was a half-dragon…" Jarvan looked at his hands, and tried to remember what Shyvana looked like. "I must meet her again. By my will, it shall be done."