Sorry for randomly disappearing for 2 months. I was busy with both writers block and midterms. Things have been kind of hectic, but I finally ended up squeezing this one out.

Oh, and I'm thinking about restarting either Escape from the League or The True Enemy. Please note the thinking about, but it's a potential thing to look for in the future.

And without further ado, here's the next part of Relationships:

She sat in the corner, alone. It was an odd feeling, which she still hadn't entirely gotten used to. There was nothing to kill, nothing to fight, no reason for the rising anger that inevitably changed her into the dragon that everyone feared and despised.

When Jarvan had offered a place for her in Demacia's military, she thought she'd be accepted. No one would look down upon her for being a half-breed, such as every dragon who she'd met, which had all inevitably tried to kill her. She'd been trying to escape the discrimination and the glares filled with hatred from superstitious villagers. Yet, it seemed that Demacians, paragons of purity, were not very accepting of a half-dragon within their ranks.

As she had passed her 'comrades' in the hallways earlier that day, she could not have helped but notice the superstitious signs some of them made, attempting to ward off evil. Others glared. One brave- or perhaps foolish- man had even deigned to spit in front of her. Her yellow- almost golden- eyes had narrowed at him at that- spooked, he'd started walking away very quickly.

As always, just being in the presence of her so called compatriots was enough to raise her ire. But she knew that hold the anger in. If it built up too much… well, she couldn't exactly control her transformation. And suddenly turning into a dragon, raging though the Royal Palace, and slaughtering legions of Demacia's Finest would bring only exile or death, despite what Jarvan wanted. Once, that had actually happened- a man had crudely insulted both her mother and herself in terms so crude and vulgar it hurt to think about them. Ten minutes later, an astonished platoon of Royal Guardsmen had arrived to see the sight of an annihilated courtyard with a dragon-sized crater and hole in the walls, as well as a set of Demacian plate- streaked with blood- strewn all over the yard, with a pair of gauntlets and pauldrons even tossed on top of the walls. And even more shocking was the sight of their Crown Prince talking to the dragon, even petting it on the nose. Then it shrunk, and turned into their fellow guardswoman Shyvana, whom Jarvan had brought back only a few years ago. That incident had hardly helped her reputation- especially since the man who'd made such a nice meal was actually the son of an influential noble family who was now out baying for her blood, and Jarvan had explained that he wouldn't be able to protect her if a similar occurrence happened again. And so, whenever Shyvana's anger began to build up to dangerous levels, she retreated to self-exile.

Her place of self-exile happened to be an abandoned shrine that, despite being in good shape and having weathered the years relatively well, appeared to have been all but forgotten by the nation in which it was situated.

It was a little thing- square, and just large enough for a person to lie down in each direction. In the side opposite from the door was a little pedestal, complete with a holder for incense, as well as a bowl-shaped depression designed to hold food offerings- above the pedestal was a great circle of pure white painted on the wall. There was a slight hint of incense that had been burned here in the past. However, it was not fresh- it was likely that no such burning had been performed here in recent times. It was abandoned, out of the way, an unassuming, stout little building made of stone, standing squat in the middle of a large meadow.

Shyvana had been here many times before. Whenever she felt her anger beginning to overcome her, she retreated here. But those times had all been during the day- now it was night time. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and the great big orb that was the full moon shone with unearthly white splendor across the quiet countryside.

Looking back at the white sphere which she'd never really noticed that made up one of the walls, Shyvana began thinking. The location, devoid of trees, allowed unobstructed view of the sky, and the moonlight flooding in through a slit in the wall seemed to illuminate the entire room. That sphere made sense then- it was a depiction of the moon. This little building, therefore, was a temple, perhaps for people who had worshipped the moon, maybe from before Demacia was even a country. But who could they poss-

Crunch.

It was faint and far-off but Shyvana's heightened senses, due to her dragon blood, still picked up the sound of footsteps in the distance.

They came closer. And closer. And a human-shaped shadow poked into the small bit of light the space beneath the door gave.

And the door, creaking slightly, opened slowly.

It had been a long day.

Grueling League match after grueling League match followed by a hostile stare-down between her and some of Leona's Solari retainers had left her entirely drained. She was tense, wound up, and in need of both relaxation and communication with the moon.

Sometimes, she felt so alone. In reality, she was. Any in the Solari who might be sympathetic to her cause had already "left to find themselves in meditation". They had all left on journeys which all inevitably ended in a bandit raid or pirate attack- a tragic loss, said the Solari elders, nodding knowingly. It felt that the only thing she could talk to- her Summoners were impartial, impersonal, and uncaring- was the moon, and in spirit, the souls of those Lunari who had passed before her. They welcomed her when no one else would, gave her encouragement and praise, and quiet when she needed it.

They could give her peace.

But the quiet, the peace which she normally felt when approaching the temple wasn't there. Something felt tense- other than herself, that is- and she became wary. Had the Lunari been so bold to come here?

As a result, she opened the door slowly and cautiously, preparing for anything that could possibly be waiting in the shrine.

Or so she thought- the person she saw there out of the corner of her eye was the last person she thought she'd see outside of the League.

As the door opened, Shyvana found herself balling her fists. How dare those humans follow her into solitude- she was doing this as a favor to them. How dare they disturb her peace. Their previous insults hadn't been enough? They wanted to hurt her even more? How dare they think they were better than her just be being pure-blooded?

And therefore, as Diana opened the door completely and started to recognize the furious half-dragon barreling towards her, she was abruptly greeted by two gauntlets, burning hot, to her chest, along with a brutally crushing bite to her shoulder. The bottom half of her body started flying backwards, while the top half was held in place by the unrelenting grip of Shyvana's fanged teeth. She felt something in her body crack. Released suddenly, she slumped onto the ground, letting out a faint moan.

Over the red that had begun to seep into her vision, Shyvana suddenly realized who she had so viciously attacked. It wasn't a Demacian soldier or peasant who meant to pester her, or a bigot trying to insult her. This was Diana- a fellow champion of the League- and whose reverence of the moon had drawn her to this temple. In fact, this place was probably built or maintained by Diana, who herself had probably been expecting a quiet evening.

Even though she realized this, her anger was stubbornly refusing to subside. What had Master Lee told her? Ah- that the first step was simply to breathe deeply. Then, to carefully consider the source of her anger.

The more she thought about it however, the more guilty she became. She had nothing against Diana, who'd probably just tried to get some peace and quiet here, in her sanctuary, and had been attacked as a result.

She felt so guilty about it that she resolved to do something she'd never done before in her life.

Looking up, Diana saw the half-dragon Shyvana's gauntlet swing towards her. She blinked- instead of the crushing blow she'd expected (although, at this point, Diana hardly knew what to expect), Shyvana's hand was held out in a position of reconciliation. Diana grabbed it, Shyvana helping her force her legs into a standing position, leaning on the wall.

"I-" Shyvana began, but abruptly trailed off, suddenly seeming to find the stone floor worthy of every bit of attention she currently possessed.

Diana's raised her eyebrow. She looks, she thought, remarkably like a schoolgirl confessing a first crush.

Shyvana stared at her feet for what felt like hours- although they were only a matter of seconds- before speaking up this time. "I'm sorry."

As Diana almost jumped in confusion, Shyvana went on, looking ashamedly to the side. "I, uh…" A pause. "I thought you were someone else," she mumbled.

Diana was intrigued. "Who else?" she asked. She briefly wondered what could make the fierce Half-Dragon lash out so violently.

"People." Came the response. Shyvana was scowling dangerously. "Stupid people who can't accept anything they don't already think." She was staring at her dragon's head gauntlets now.

"It'll get bette-" Diana began, before Shyvana suddenly looked up, eyes blazing with anger.

"Do you know what it feels like? To be despised for whom you are? Shunned by everyone for a reason that shouldn't matter?" Her head began to droop. "Thinking you've got a home, and then realizing that everyone there hates you?"

"Actually, I do."

Shyvana's head whipped up in surprise. Diana almost laughed at the expression on her face. She could relate to everything Shyvana was saying- she could have been Shyvana when she was younger. She almost burst out chortling with the irony of it.

Diana continued. "I… was a researcher." Seeing Shyvana's confused face, she clarified, "A reader of books and searcher of history." Seeing Shyvana nod in understanding, she continued. "I found something. Perhaps the greatest find of our time." Here, she paused, remembering the glory, the wonder, the magnificence of the ancient Lunari temple that she'd uncovered.

"What was it?"

"Another story for another time," came the response from Diana. Seeing the scowl start to reform on Shyvana's face, she rolled her eyes and said, "something like this, but much bigger." She could see the gears in Shyvana's head turning. "Think larger than the Royal palace." Shyvana's mouth formed into a small "oh" of understanding. Diana chuckled. "Yeah, it's big."

"Anyways," she continued, "the people around me didn't like what I found." Now it was Diana's turn to start scowling. "Stupid Solari," she muttered. Shyvana quirked an eyebrow. "My family," Diana explained. "People who cared about me. " Her scowl deepened. "Or so I thought."

"What did they-" Shyvana started.

"They tried to execute me." Diana interrupted. She took a deep breath. "I killed them. I killed them all-"

"Oh."

The two sat down in silence for a few moments, Shyvana with a thoughtful look on her face, and Diana with a more guarded one.

"So how do you fix it?" Finally came the tentative question.

Diana sighed. "I-I-." She paused. "I really don't know." She thought for a bit.

"I guess… cut out what is unimportant, and concentrate on what matters." She grew silent as she was filled with thoughts of the glorious moon outside, and the Lunari that came before her. She muttered again, more to herself than to the woman next to her. "Concentrate on what matters..."

Shyvana also looked pensive. She knew what mattered to her- not the city of bright, blinding light she called her home now, but instead, the brave, strong man who had helped her, protected her, and saw something in her that no one else had ever seen before. That was what was truly important to her.

"I see what you mean," she said softly.

They both sat there in the temple, sometimes talking, sometimes not, for a long time.