Okay, I redid the WHOLE chapter, I felt the death of the children were too depressing, so, yeah. I sort of felt bad for them so I changed the whole chapter, it's happier now. Enjoy. Fuck, I feel like a murderer. Sorry. I really don't know what to say for apologizing besides the word 'sorry' so, I'm just going to shut up and write. Thanks… Okay thanks bye. I hope you're not mad at me, because I'm sort of mad at myself for doing that. I'm sorry.


One Month Later

The cold harsh winter left as the spring took over, filling the ray of light within Demacia. The spring in Demacia was beautiful, the sun is shining and breezes filled the meadows with grace. However, this spring was extra special, due to Prince Jarvan's marriage to Fiora next week.

Shyvana sighed and stared at the crowed street of Demacia, she glanced at her new comrade, Maeve, with stand beside her, patrolling the Demacian streets from the shadow. Shyvana doesn't know Maeve, except that she has long violet hair that stops at her stomach, which is tied up into a neat bun, warm yellow cat eyes and not to mention she's very tall, possibly 179cm (5'8). Her hair framed her perfect smile, despite her gangster-like appearance, she is actually very childish and she is basically like a grown-up child, like Lux. While her Elite Guard uniform hung tightly on her body, she kept flinging her daggers in the air, catching them with ease. The rest about Maeve is a mystery to Shyvana.

"You're going to kill something with those." Shyvana roared up, looking at the children in the streets.

Maeve gave a deep chuckle. "Relax, will you? I'm a trained professional when it comes to daggers, Shyvana," She glanced back to the street. "Isn't Demacia a beautiful place?" Maeve suddenly spoke, smiling.

Shyvana nodded. "I guess so…" Shyvana said as cherry blossom petal fell on Shyvana's uniform and then bouncing off to the cold floors of Demacia.

Maeve glared at Shyvana. "Shyvana, I assume you hate Demacia…" She started, pointing a dagger at Shyvana. Shyvana gave Maeve the same glare.

"What do you mean by that?" Shyvana asked, pointing her gauntlets at Maeve. Maeve blinked once, and then started to laugh. Tears were spilling from Maeve's cat eyes as booms of joys escaped Maeve's mouth.

"Just pulling your tail, I can't believe that you fall for things really easily. You're so gullible! That's so cute!" Maeve said, pinching the cheeks of the half-dragon. Shyvana quickly slapped Maeve's hands off her cheeks as Maeve made a pout. Suddenly, Shyvana's walkie-talkie started to spill static sounds out as Shyvana pulled the walkie-talkie close to her.

"What?" Shyvana spat out.

"There's a thief coming your way. He has stolen six gems from the jewelry store, including the engagement rings for the royal wedding. He's roughly around 184cm (6'0), and he has a small dagger. Bring him to justice!" A static voice came up as Shyvana pulled the walkie-talkie from her ear.

"Got it, we're going." Shyvana muttered, glancing at Maeve, who already running to find the thief. Shyvana sighed, and in the other direction, into an alley.

As Shyvana ran in the alley, she started to feel heavy and suddenly stopped. Catching her breath, she whispered to herself.

"Wow, I'm really out of shape," Shyvana assumed to herself. "Maybe I should-"

Before Shyvana can finish her sentence, a man walked past her. At first Shyvana assumed he was a random man, but then, her vision was distracted due to a shining glow within the man's cloak.

"Hey!" Shyvana yelled out. The man stopped, and kept his hood down as Shyvana walked up to him. She grabbed the man's hand as the man kicked her in the pelvis, Shyvana stumbled back, enraged. She tried to morph, but failed. Shyvana couldn't feel her body change shape or feel the raged flames within her belly. With Shyvana's attention not on the man, the man quickly stabbed a small knife within Shyvana's weakest area, the stomach. Shyvana quickly felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down and her stomach being stabbed by the man's hidden dagger. Shyvana stumbled back as blood flew out of her mouth. A sudden shock from her womb, caused her to fall down, clutching on to her stomach, she watched as the man smiled and pulled out a gun toward Shyvana. Shyvana tried to move her body but failed, due to her shock in her womb disabling her nerves. He smirked and pulls the trigger, with Shyvana closing her eyes, feeling the oozes of blood flowing through her fingers. With a blast sound, Shyvana waited her death. She waited, and doesn't feel death coming towards her. She opened her eyes, revealing Maeve and reinforcements, including Garen, and the bullet pierced through a wall. Shyvana panted, pulling the dagger out and tossing it away. Her panting increased, her vision became black and her mind went blank. Before she blacked out, she can make out that Garen came running toward her, and looking her in the eye.


"Jarvan, would this be nice?" Fiora muttered silently, showing him a picture of red roses.

Jarvan nodded. "I told you Fiora," Jarvan began. "You can choose."

Fiora frowned. "I know this marriage has no romance, however, I find a man with a frown on his face, ugly." Fiora said, thinking if she just insulted the prince.

The prince chuckled and put on a small smile. "Would this do?" He asked.

"Whatever." Fiora rolled her eyes as the wedding planner gave her the menu. Slowly, Jarvan walked away as a messenger ran up to the prince, he kneeled and down and began speaking. "My prince, Garen of the Vanguard would like you to come to the hospital immediately."

Jarvan raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He asked.

The messenger shrugged and bowed. "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't given that information."

The prince nodded, "Alright, I shall descend." Jarvan said, turning to Fiora.

"I have to go," He began to Fiora. "Important matters…"

Fiora shrugged. "Alright, go. We can finish this tomorrow."

Jarvan thanked Fiora and stormed off.


The doctor looked at the sleeping dragon, and then he looked the report, astonished. He showed the report of Shyvana's health to Garen, Garen's eyes widened at the results.

"There must be a mistake, are you sure that you got the right report?" Garen started, reading the report over and over again.

"Mr. Crownguard, I checked everything, this is Shyvana's report," His voice trailed off. He looked at Garen. "Do you know… uh, well, you know." The doctor's voice trailed off, Garen stepping back, as he shook his head. The doctor sighed. "I guess you'll have to ask her when she's wakes up." He placed Shyvana's files in Garen's hand and left the room quickly.

"H-Hey…" Garen yelled out the disappeared doctor. He sighed and sat in the chair beside Shyvana. Rubbing his temples, he looked at the sleeping Dragon.

"What did Jarvan do?" Garen muttered. "And I thought we were friends… What if the king finds out? Shyvana will probably get killed!" Garen started, thinking all the possible results. "Ugh, why am I involved with this?" Garen yelled out, hitting his head with his hand.

Shyvana felt her stomach hurting; she wondered what was going on, she slowly opened her eyes, staring at Garen who was hitting himself. She slowly breathes in through the inhaler, giving him a weak glare. Garen realized Shyvana was awake and jumped.

"S-Shyvana, you're awake!" Garen yelled out.

Shyvana nodded, sitting up as Garen helped her adjust her pillow. Shyvana observed Garen's facial expression.

"You look upset," Shyvana started, heavily breathing. "What's wrong?" Shyvana's personality mellowed down as Garen stared at her, frowning.

"How can you do that?" Garen exclaimed.

Shyvana gave him a confused look. "What?"

"How can you…" Garen's voice softened. "S-Sleep with Jarvan… He's the Crowned Prince with a fiancée! Do you know what the king will do after he knows this?"

Shyvana's gave Garen a blank face, fidgeting with her fingers. After a long moment of silence, Shyvana began talking. "H-How do you know?" Shyvana admitted, not bothering to hide it since Garen already know what's going on.

Garen sighed. "Shyvana… Why?" He asked.

Shyvana shook her head, burying her head in her knees. "I couldn't help it! I couldn't control my body!" Shyvana started, muttering in the blanket.

"Now you're carrying his child?" Garen yelled out. "Shyvana, I can't believe this!"

Shyvana pierced up, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You know when a male and female fall in love and have sex; they can either have three results, a, STD, b, nothing or c, a baby, like what you have right in your womb right now." Garen explained as if he was talking to an immature child.

Shyvana's mouth dropped, stammering the word, 'false'. She looked at Garen and laughed a bit. "G-Garen," Shyvana started. "It isn't funny…"

Garen grabbed Shyvana's wrist, and jerking her back and forth. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?" Garen yelled, leaving Shyvana silent. He tossed Shyvana's wrist away and grabbed the file and tossed it in Shyvana's face. "Read it!" He ordered before storming out of the room. As Garen slammed the door, Shyvana opened the file, scanning through the file and finally placing her eyes the sentence: 'two weeks pregnant'. With those words, Shyvana started screaming as she tossed the file at the door, creating a loud slam. Shyvana looked down at her womb, and looked for the sharpest thing she could find. She scanned the room, finding a needle. She pulled out her inhaler as she stumbled over for the needle located beside the door. Shyvana took the needle and slowly tried to pierce the child. Before Shyvana prepared to kill the child, she looked around to see if anyone was around her, not seeing anyone. "You'll just cause chaos!" Shyvana yelled to the child within her. She raised her arm up and a squeaky noise from the door opened. Shyvana quickly placed the needle behind her. Shyvana tried to stand up, but she stumbled down. She looked up with Jarvan giving her a strong glare.

"What's behind your back?" Jarvan ordered, with Shyvana's hair scattered all over her face. She scooted back, avoiding eye contact with Jarvan. Jarvan stomped up to Shyvana and grabbed her hand and pulled out the needle. He stared at the needle and tossed the needle away. Shyvana looked away as Jarvan slapped her face harshly. Shyvana's head came in contact the wall, small amount of blood came out from her forehead.

"Now tell me, are you pregnant with my child?" He asked, strict.

Shyvana felt her child within her growing. Taking in a deep breath as she began talking, "No… I'm not." She lied, placing her hand on her bruised cheek.

"Don't lie to me, Shyvana, Garen told me everything," Jarvan started, picking the file up and scanning through it. Shyvana looked in horror as he stopped at the forbidden words. He looked at Shyvana and sighed. Tossing the file across the room, he stormed toward Shyvana once again and grabbed her wrists. Placing his face close to Shyvana's as he began talking. "Shyvana, listen."

Shyvana shook her head as she whimpered. Her eyes became all watery as her mood swing began. "N-No, I don't want to," Shyvana whimpered, burying her face in her hands. "You're just going to leave me… like how my parents did."

"Look, I'm sorry for slapping you." Jarvan interrupted, wrapping Shyvana with his arm, pushing him close as they sat on the cold floor. Shyvana couldn't fight back; she knew her body was too weak. She just accepted Jarvan's touches. She buried within Jarvan's chest and began crying. Jarvan hushed Shyvana down, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. Placing his hand on Shyvana's uterus as Shyvana softly touched the prince's hand. Jarvan pulled away from Shyvana as the half-dragon pouted. He smiled at the half-dragon as he picked up Shyvana bridal-style and placed her on the bed. Shyvana found it stupid how her mood-swings caused the prince to actually rage and injured her. As Jarvan sat down Shyvana puts her inhaler surrounding her mouth once again, she could feel the drowsing medicine flow through her body.

"Jarvan, can I ask you something?" Shyvana mumbled, reaching for Jarvan's hand. Jarvan reached his arm out and stroke Shyvana's cheek. He nodded as Shyvana closed her eyes.

"Do you want the child?" Shyvana asked, stupidly. Jarvan blinked and frowned.

"You don't want the child?" Jarvan asked, confused.

"I-I don't know," Shyvana started. "Jarvan, I'm carrying the future of Demacia within me. What if the baby is a boy?"

"Noble Hybrid," Jarvan joked, chuckling. As Shyvana pushed him softly as she opened her eyes, Jarvan supported her with his hand. "Careful. Don't want to injure the baby further."

"I'm sorry," Shyvana started. "You're so nice to me after I tried to kill our child. I-"

"I don't think you understand Shyvana," Jarvan began. Shyvana tilted her head. "I don't think you understand the true meaning of love." He repeated.

"What is… love then?" Shyvana asked.

"An emotion," Jarvan started. "Of affection for someone you love, and you desire for. Shyvana, I would give my life for you because I love you."

Shyvana looked at Jarvan and then pinching his cheeks, "It is weird for me to feel all mushy?" Shyvana asked.

"That's a symptom for love," Jarvan started. "There are many others as well." He kissed Shyvana on the forehead.

Shyvana started to feel true love for real the first time as her heart melted for the Demacian prince.

"Shyvana, can I ask you something now?" Jarvan asked. Shyvana nodded as Jarvan took over.

"Was your father from any race?" Jarvan questioned. Shyvana thought for a moment.

"Well… He's one of the rare dragons that can morph into a dragon… So, I guess he can be called noble within the dragon's races… However, he was banned from the race after I was born…"

Jarvan sighed and nodded. "Hm, I see…" Jarvan said simply after, standing up. Shyvana quickly grabbed his hand. Jarvan gave her a confused look.

"Um, can you stay with me… until I fall asleep?" Shyvana yawned. Jarvan nodded, and sat beside Shyvana as the dragon maiden slowly slipped into her slumber, with the baby developing. Shyvana still hold Jarvan's arm as he gave one last kiss on Shyvana's cheek.

"Goodbye, Shyvana." He said, tucking Shyvana in as he closed the door. Behind him, was Garen, sitting on a chair, waiting for the Demacian prince.

"Did you tell her yet?" Garen started.

"No, I didn't tell her yet." Jarvan answered.

"But my prince, the wedding is going to happen within three weeks." Garen reminded.

"I'll find a time," Jarvan started. "It will be within the three weeks."

"As you wish."