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Chapter 6: Retaliation and Evolution Weeks had passed and the public still had no idea that there was a unkown woman in the castle, maids and butlers contemplated and voiced their thoughts. "Is she his lover? She's so young! Younger then him for sure by at least 3 years!" Others rebutted "Has that ever stopped nobles and kings from marrying at a young age." As arguments were thrown across the castle Shyvana groaned as her extra sensitive ears could hear most of the conversations. "Cant they just shut up?" she rolled onto her back as she lay on her bed "I mean I don't really look like his lover right?" she thought out loud. Thoughts pounded a

Chapter 5: Sleep Dominates When Shyvana stirred the first thing she noticed was the amount of white she could see, wincing from the brightness of the lights she looked around before sitting up. She discovered it was a bad idea due to the sharp pain that exploded from her forehead she flinched when she heard a gasp, putting her hands above her head to block any incoming blows or attacks. A startled voiced exclaimed "You shouldn't be up yet!" Shyvana then discovered that it was actually a nurse. "Sweetie could you please wait for a few more minutes?" Shyvana nodded although unsure why she was told to wait. After a few moments a beautiful blu

Chapter 4: Headhunters and Executioners Shyvana woke up in unfamiliar surroundings her head resting on something hard and warm, lifting her head slightly she noticed that she wasn't on the floor and yet was on something just as hard. Tilting her head upwards nothing could have prepared her for when she found out that she was sleeping on the crown prince Jarvan. Her face was so red that a tomato would have been envious; her fidgeting must have woken Jarvan because he had the exact same result. Shyvana quickly jumped off him and hurried off into the bathroom to cool off while leaving Jarvan was very red in the face. Whilst Shyvana was trying

(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 mot

Chapter 2: Acceptance and paternal love Shyvana P.O.V (Point of view) Even in sleep her dreams were haunted by possibilities of how her mother died or how the rest of the villagers faired. It seemed that most of the mothers and children had survived the attack, the men that survived were either wounded or were missing a limb, and the children had nothing but scratches on them. The men had decided to clean up the bodies of the dead and buried them (If they hadn't been devoured) for the honor of those that died, Shyvana felt like she had been in a stampede of water buffalo. She felt dead inside. Her face traced with no emotion. When kids her

Chapter 1: Dangers of the world Shyvana grew up to be a simple girl, helping her mother in the fields everyday, going into town and buying daily necessities. She had waist long red hair with purple tips framing her face with to longer bangs falling on of her shoulders, even though she was in the sun most of the day her skin was still quite pale… but not as pale as it was when she was born. She was currently eight years old smiling like no tomorrow, she had friends in the village and was just returning home that day. She received love from her mother more than she could take from any person. She accepted to the fact that her mother being

A scream of pain was heard throughout the village, a Demacian villager was about to become a mother although she was warned of how painful it was she took no heed. By this time she fully regreted not listening to her elders, what's worse was that her child is not going to be a normal human being. Once the villagers found out the child's heritage they would kill her in fear of a grim future. With a final push the child was finally free and started wailing taking its first breath of its life. The mother's breath was taken away when she saw the girl; she was beautiful… the child had flaming red hair and pale white skin, when the child opene