HOLY SHIIIIIIIIT! I have 3 followers already? Damn, that was fast. 0_0 Thanks. Like seriously thanks. Also, more reviews would be nice XD. This chpater, lots and I mean LOTS of parts were borrows from Chapter 3 of The Chain Warden by Koiyaki. Mainly the part where Thresh has to go through the testing. I took that with her permission XD So yeah, have a nice read!

Shyvana woke up to feeling something tickiling her nose, and grunted, rolling onto her side. She felt the tickiling again, and growled, sitting up.

A silly Ahri rolled off of her, grinning. "Morning sleepy head~!" The kitsune said, her tails waving around behind her.

"Ugh…good morning Ahri…who long was I out for?" Shyvana asked, sitting up and looking around, stretching a bit and yawning.

"Hmmmm, I dunno, but it's lunch time. Jarvan was looking for you, and I saw you sleeping up here, so I figured that I would come get you!"

"By waking me up with one of your tails?"

"Exactly!" Ahri grinned and stood up. "I'll see you later, come join us girls if you want somewhere to eat."

"Mhmm, sure, I will." Shyvana said, watching the kitsune roll/walk down the hill and go to the buffet, where already some champions were eating, or getting food. Jarvan wasn't one of them, so she figured he was still searching for her.

She got up and walked down the hill, joinging the line of champions. In front of her was some guy, with a really weird haircut and always seemed to talk in 3rd person.

He turned around and looked at her. "Heyyyyy, welcome to the League of Dravan~! Don't you want to be part of Dravan's harem? Of course you do. Who doesn't want to be with the magnificent Dra~" He was cut off as Shyvana got pissed off with his cocky attitude. Enough to grab him by the face and throw him out of the buffet line and into the outdoor hill.

He sat up and growled, stomping back to the line where Shyvana stood, looking as if nothing happened. "Watch what the fuck you do to piss off Draven, I'm Draven the~"

"I don't give a damn who you are," she interrupted him, glaring at him. "I'm a mother fucking dragon, so how about you watch the way you talk to one that's pissed off and tired of your shit after a few seconds? Okay? Now get your ass to the back of the line."

Draven was stunned. "Draven doesn't obey others, Draven is just such a gentleman, that after leaving the line, he would go to the back of it," he said, making up his excuse as he went along, glaring at the woman as she turned away from him to keep on going forward. You bitch, just watch, Draven is going to get revenge on you.

As she turned forward, the person in front of her in golden armor turned around and held out a hand. "Hello Shyvana, I'm Leona, thank you for getting rid of that…nuisance…" she said, being polite about what she wanted to call him. "Are you a new champion of the Institue?"

"No," she said, reaching out to shake her hand. "I'm just here to observe. Jarvan invited me. I'm part of his guard as well."

"Oh you are?" It was their turn to get food, so they stepped forward, Leona getting a balanced plate mixed with fruits, veggies, and a few pieces of meat, while Shyvana mainly got meat, pasta, and a bowl of fruit. "That's interesting. You said you were a dragon correct?"

"Yes, although I'm technically a half dragon."

"Well, I look forward to meeting you on the rift then. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go join my friend Pantheon, if you don't mind."

"Okay, see ya." She watched Leona walk away, then began looking for Ahri. She saw her sitting with Nami, and a few others, even one giant hulking thing of steel. She went over, Ahri moving her tails away from a spot she had been saving so she can sit down.

"Hey guys! This is Shyvana who I was telling you all about," Ahri said with a sly grin.

"Whatever she said about me, I'm pretty sure 99% of it was a lie," Shyvana said dryly, sitting down and looking around the table.

'Heyyyyy, that's cruel,' Ahri said as she pouted. "I even saved you a seat. Meh, she's right more or less." Ahri shrugged unapologetically. "So anyway, let me introduce you to everyone here. You already know Nami, that's Soraka," she said, pointing at the woman with purple skin and a golden horn, who waved. "Sona. A woman with a golden ethwal and blue hair waved, and stroked her instrument to have golden letters float out of it. "Please to meet you."

Ahri then returned to introducing people. "Mordekaiser's the one sitting next to Sona with a thing for her," she said as the Master of Metal looked at her and shook his head, sighing. "And the one next to Nami, in that giant suit of armor is Nautilus." He just waved, not being one to talk that much.

"Hello," Shyvana said, looking at them all. "Pleasure to meet you all."

Sona stroked her strings and a new message appeared. Do you plan on joining the League of Legends?

"Probably. It seems like it'll take up my spare time, and I have nothing better to do."

Ahri grinned and hugged her. "That's great to hear!" she said, holding onto her tightly.

Shyvana just looked up at Soraka and Sona. "Is she always like this?"

They just nodded solemnly, and Shavana reached down, grabbing Ahri's forehead and pushing her off. "Calm yourself Foxy."

"Fine…meany...but at least the Summoners will be happy, they love new meat."

"Well, I'll join if Jarvan lets me. I am one of his guards after all."

"Heh heh, are you busy guarding his bed? Like, nice and close, guarding his bed."

Soraka sighed. "Ahri, that was bad even for you."

Her ears dropped down. "I know, but I wanted to make a joke out of that, and I was running out of material."

Shyvana felt her lips twitch into a smile, and Ahri grinned, leaning on her. "That's, I think, the first time I've seen you smile since you came here."

"Really?" Shyvana asked, surprised. She felt her cheeks and realized she was smiling and shrugged. "I like you people, you're funny, and interesting, even if you're a bit crazy," she said, looking straight at Ahri.

"Nope! I'm a flirt! You want crazy, go talk to Mundo. He's…ugh…if he ever has a lab coat on…run…"

Everyone else that was female at the table nodded quickly, shivering. She tilted her head in curiosity, but didn't ask.

"So, when are you signing up?" Soraka asked, leaning on the table and looking straight at her.

"Um…how…do I sign up?" Shyvana asked, not really knowing.

Everyone went deadpanned and stared at her, which at that time Jarvan showed up.

"Oh, there you are Shyvana…and um…" he looked at the faces of the others. "What…did I miss?"

"Jarvan…" Nami said, sighing. "You know your friend here wants to become part of the League right?"

"Wha~? Really? So quickly? May I ask what prompted you to do so?" arvan asked, now his turn to be shocked.

"Interesting people and money, lot's of gold," Shyvana said with a nod, a smile on her face that stretched from ear to ear.

"Oooooh, so the dragon thing with loving gold isn't a myth," Ahri said with a nod, as if this proved something.

Shyvana just looked at her, confused, but let it slide. "Well, Shyvana," Jarvan said, looking over at her, we can make a deal, but let's get away from Ahri, cause she will take it and warp it."

"Alright," Shyvana said, standing up. "It was a pleasure meeting you all and dealing with Ahri's brand of stupidity."

"Hey!" The kitsune protested, but every chuckled at the poke on Ahri as the two left. Ahri immediately turned and gave the others an evil grin, to which Nami grabbed her tail.

"No, don't chase them. Give them some privacy would you? Christ you're bad," she said with a sigh, while Ahri turned and pouted at her.

"Jerk…" she muttered, watching them watch away. "Still gonna tell everyone that he has a girlfriend."

Everyone sighed at this, knowing full well that the kitsune would do more than just tell people that.

In the hallway, away from everyone else, Jarvan looked at her. "Okay, so you wanted to join the League correct?"

"Correct."

"So," he gave her that a leader would give his soldiers. "You will reside at the palace, in your guard room, during the weekends, unless you are out, and during the weekdays, you can reside here."

"So…as your guard…I'm allowed to come here and become a champion?"

"Exactly, or to put it another way, do whatever the hell you want," he said, reaching out to pat her head. "I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to."

She blinked at him and nodded in appreciation. "Thank you Lord Jarvan." She now respected him more than she did with anyone besides her father.

"Now c'mon, let's get you signed up," he said, patting her back as they headed down the hall. "We need to get you to join us here!"

After Jarvan spent the rest of his break helping her get the paperwork they had chucked at her, done, he returned to the Rift as soon as the timer on his head reached 0. She now had to do a lot of crap after turning in the paperwork, and boy was she pissed.

They ended up taking her to a special area on the 5th floor that was designated for introducing new champions. Scientists and mages placed her in a purple cube with black lines and strip down so that they could cords and suction cups on her. She didn't even mind just standing there, naked. If they got any ideas, she would just torch them.

She just watched them turn on a machine, and then she was told to pose.

"Excuse me?" she growled.

"Please, Shyvana, the sooner you get this done, the sooner you can leave."

"If you didn't make a damn good point, I'd kill you right now…" she growled, but complied. She posed with her weapons, acting as if she was dying, running, laughing, and then forced her to learn a dance with her weapons and armor on. By the end, she was severly pissed off, to say the least. Once they were done, she put her clothes back on and left…only to have to do the same thing the next day, and the next, and the next, until a week had passed. By then, at the end of every session, she had to go to the Institute's gym which Jarven forget to mention, beat up a few punching bags, slam her head on the wall for a bit, and get a lot of sleep. This was all just so she wouldn't kill the summoners.

During this week, she learned with Ahri, Sona, Nami, and the others that they were doing this to make bots of her on the field…and…for merchandise…

Well, I'm making a lot of money, so I should have figured they would make money off of me, she thought to herself.

The second week, just as tedious. She had to test out every item, the transport systems, and walk every little fucking inch of every fucking map. On a side note, the Institute also had to clean up a few burnt up punching bags, but nobody knows where they came from. Well, nobody will speak of it since they value keeping everything flammable in one piece.

The third week had it's ups and downs. She did like the small ego boost she got as there were painters and artists brought to paint her, and sketch her, and when photographers came to get some pictures of her in her armor in the most intimidating way possible, everything else though was hell on earth. Listening to people sing as they recorded her music, back into the cube to get a new 'skin'. She wanted to throttle everyone by the time she was done.

Her saving grace was the gym and her showers that she spent an hour doing, just so she could calm herself. Talking with Jarvan and the girls also helped, even if the girls were more fun and Jarvan just calmed her down by reasoning it with her.

After basically a month, she was finally introduced to the League of Legends as an official champion, and she was now part of the Institute of War.

The girls, Jarvan, Morde, and Nautilus, and Jarvan were all waiting for her at the lobby, and joined with her to congratulate her.

"Nice job," Jarvan said with a grin. "I'm glad you didn't kill those workers."

"God how I wanted to," she groaned out, looking at the others.

Morde just nodded. "It was bad for all of us. But, I look forward to fighting with you on the rift."

Ahri grinned. "Why? Is it cause when people buy new champs, and use them, they suck, making the game easier?"

Nami sighed. "You know that's not what he meant, but really, it will be fun with some new people there!"

Yup, read the golden letters from Sona. I can't wait to fight along side you!

"That's the spirit!" Soraka said, patting her on the back. "Hope you'll have fun with us here, it'd be a shame of you got bored."

"Would be," she admitted, smiling again. Just being with these idiots made her happy.

Nautilus, the behemoth in underwater armor, being the quieter one just nodded. "I can't wait to see you on the rift. Good luck, and have fun."

They all just dissolved into random chatter after that as they entered the teleporting room/lobby, annexing a few couches so that they could relax and chat.

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