The Blood within me: Chapter 3

(My apologies but to go through with the story there's going to be a brief time skip and there were a few details I hadn't gone through, 1 was that Shyvana and Jarvan have only a few years difference in age so when Shyvana is 13 Jarvan is 16. Hope this doesn't make people too confused)

Chapter 3: Gifts bear a price

It had been 5 years and Shyvana had gotten used to a half-dragons life, that meant the vigorous training that her father put her through and hunting prey for a decent meal. Her father didn't care if she was in her dragon form or not when hunting, all she had to know was knowing how to survive. Her father took the death of her mother pretty hard; his dragon tears had crystallized into precious stones. Many treasure hunters had come by in 3 years, many left with burn marks and a missing limb or two. It was just another day in her life after the she left the village, her village had suffered the consequences of several dragon attacks after she had left… the sadness flooded her heart again as she waited for her prey to stumble by. Her efforts had not been in vain as a small herd of deer walked pass her hiding place, crouching in an offensive stance she jumped; her blood red hair flowing in the wind, her weapon's of choice (Gauntlets that resembled a dragon) were glowing with power.

The death of said deer was a quick one as she dragged the lifeless corpse to the cave her father and she had lived in, she giggled when she remembered her father's reaction to how she painted the walls. Although it was a cave it didn't mean that the she didn't have a place that resembled a room, the pink hue that was spread across the walls were very apparent. She was very surprised when she saw boots outside the interior of the rooms of the cave. The cave itself had quite a large amount of rooms, she had her own room and her father had a room triple the size. This was because her father was quite a large dragon. When she noticed the Demacian gold on the side of the boots she came to the conclusion that either a Demacian had broken in to see and try to negotiate with her father (who was out hunting) or that Jarvan had sneaked away from the castle to visit her again. Shyvana had concluded that it was Jarvan because of the lance that was propped against the wall near the boots.

Shyvana had an evil glint in her eye as she half transformed her arms into dragon form, having the human anatomy while having dragon scales and talons. She crept into the room that was the library to see Jarvan browsing through the scripts and stories of draconic legacies. She smiled evilly as she pushed off the floor and on top of Jarvan. Jarvan's reaction was what you would call eventful, as he was initially shocked and had been knocked over by the 13 year old, her face showing a joyful expression. Jarvan's expression softened until he saw the claws.

"Shyvana! Be careful where you put those claws!" Jarvan all but yelled out

"But why Jarvan?" Shyvana pouted as she retracted her claws although her ever-present smile was still on her face. "I mean all these claws could have done was scorch your hansome face off" Shyvana giggled at the thought of Jarvan having some cool burn scars on his face. While Jarvan was wandering how he would have picked up girls, his face paled considerably. It was then that he noticed the position that Shyvana and himself were in, he nearly jumped in shock at the compromising position that they were in. After gently pushing Shyvana off of himself Jarvan coughed and tried to regain his composure, while Shyvana just giggled. Jarvan had regained his composure (although the blush was still on his face) he was quietly reading through the stories or legacies while Shyvana picked some of the books that had been knocked over and placed them back in their rightful place on the shelf.

Jarvan couldn't help but glance at what happened to the young girl who was initially terrified of dragons, she had grown these last few years coming up to his shoulders and her red hair was now in a ponytail and her hair also had a tint of purple now, the band holding it up was actually a curved bone. She looked up at Jarvan and saw him staring at her, she blushed slightly as she looked around the room and anywhere but Jarvan himself. Now that she was suddenly self conscious she looked down at her attire in honesty she hadn't been wearing as much as she should have in the mountains, her outfit mainly consisted of a shirt that wasn't too loose yet not too tight, she was wearing camouflage cargo pants and combat boots.

While she was pondering her thoughts she hadn't noticed or heard sounds behind her until it was too late, she looked back and saw the window covered in red, her heart jumped into her throat as she ran across the room to look out the now red stained window. Her thoughts had completely frozen as she now saw the body of a dragon that was looking very red compared to the color of its scales. She saw the body of another dragon as it descended it was also very injured landing on the ground its last dying breath was channeled towards the house, Shyvana's heart sank as she saw the dying Dragon was her father. She broke the window and ran out, startling Jarvan as he looked out of the window and did exactly what she did.

"Father!" Shyvana screamed as she ran to the body of her father kneeling down next to him. Tears began streaming down her face when she saw the state that her father was in.

"Oh hello there my dear daughter" the elder dragon coughed as he mumbled those words, his eyes were barely open as he glanced around at his surroundings. "Well isn't this a bad place to pass away?" he chuckled at his own joke as Shyvana looked devastated at him. "Look young one I'm going to meet your mother again in the next life… I hope I don't see you until you have great grandchildren for me…"

"B-But father! You can't leave me! Not after all that's happened" Shyvana sobbed in-between these words crying her heart out. "Don't leave me alone again!" Her hair was ruffled and in her crimson red hair was some purple strand… her mother had purple hair maybe that's why there was a slight color change.

"FATHER" She screamed as the old and wise dragon passed away, his flesh and blood disappeared into the wind as all that was left were dragon bones although his essence seemed to linger before disappearing into the night, Jarvan just stared at how hurt Shyvana had been and the bones in front of him. He shook off his own shock and kneeled near Shyvana giving her a awkward hug that she gladly returned back, her tears never stopping whilst Jarvan carried her back into the house, he laid her on her bed and was about to leave.

"Don't!" Shyvana started looking down at the bed sheets she continued "Stay with me at least until I sleep…" Jarvan was shocked by this request, as he hadn't seen Shyvana like this for over 5 years. Before Shyvana had gotten over her mothers death she had always slept with the company of another like her father or Jarvan when her father had been out and wasn't training her, they had tested it out once about what had happened if they left her alone. She would start whimpering and crying in her sleep so hard that she would wake up a few seconds after they left, Jarvan had a habit of staying by her most of the time to keep trauma away. He quickly agreed and stayed in the chair next to the bed as she quickly pulls the covers over herself and went to sleep crying due to the loss of her parent. He started pondering what he would do the next day because he had problems enough having to stay here as it would delay his schedule whilst if he left Shyvana may have a mental breakdown. He wasn't stupid… he knew that Shyvana was old enough to take care of herself but whenever the time came when someone close died she just lost all the barriers around her heart.

When midnight struck Jarvan was sleeping on the chair that he was sitting in Shyvana got up from the bed and walked towards her window, the moonlight sliced across the floor of her bedroom like a pillar. As she stood upon that pillar she stared at the round moon like a child would look at a foreign object her arms lifted as if possessed and closed around the moon like she was attempting to grab it. It was then that she noticed the room was lightly lit as if there was a dim light although the only light source was the moon; she glanced around until she saw a brighter light. Confused Shyvana moved towards the brighter light like a moth to a bright light, in the study that was her fathers she saw a ghostly silhouette and noticed flaming red hair and startling black eyes. Her eyes looked desperate now as she looked at the silhouette directly in the eyes… It was her father! Albeit in human form but still it's her father that she had grown to respect these past five years. Smiling now with tears going down her eyes she jumped directly at the ghostly figure…only to go through him.

Confused that she didn't smash into him she asked in a very shaky and weak voice "father? Why can't I touch you?" The figure only shook his head as he motioned towards the wall, his spectral fingers pointing towards the armor rack that was always empty. Shyvana looked confused as she put two and two together and brought the armor rack over to her spectral father, her father got close to the stump of the rack and looked for something. Shyvana watched patiently as he scoured around the foot, once he found what he was looking for he pointed at a specific spot on the ground and made a carrying motion. Shyvana quickly complied as she didn't want to waste more time with her already dead father, after placing it he had given her orders to stomp on another part of the ground. After she did so a enchanted trap door from above opened and a few enchanted items dropped down and wrapped itself around the armor rack along with two dragon shaped gauntlets. After staring at the armor for a very long time she turned towards where her father had been last seen but discovered him to be gone, she looked around the room in case he had been somewhere else. She looked at the armor and saw a small note attached to the chainmail.

(Note)

My dearest daughter

If you receive this without my being physically there it means I have already passed on to the next stage of life. I have left you this armor made from silver and gold along with the strongest chain links from the best blacksmith from Valoran's own Blomgrun. I hope that one day you can represent dragon kind with this armor.

Your loving father

(End note)

Shyvana felt a face get wet as she started weeping again her hands robotically moved to her face whilst shaking up a hurricane, her eyes and face were probably red as she cried until she fell asleep under the armor that was a gift from her father… Jarvan found her the next day looking very scared as he hadn't found her where she was sleeping last night and was shocked at the armor that was in the room. Looking distressed he went and put Shyvana back in her bed before thoroughly checking the armor...

To be continued…