A warrior’s return. (Post invasion)

Another building collapsed on its own foundations. Demacia was in ruin, it did not stop its people from rebuilding.
They are strong people... Demacians.
Shyvana walked along the broken paths of the town center, laying out orders for repairs and stationing guards on key points of the city where the undead have broken through. She held a map displaying essential defenses of the city. The Half Dragon's expression was serious, slightly furrowed lips and eyebrows fixed onto the map as she pointed orders for her fellow guard.

Shyvana looked up to assess an area for further commands, and a peculiar figure came into view. A soldier wearing a golden cape, clad in crimson armor, adorned in gold. He held a mighty sword which seemed to contain an aura of its own. A heroic depiction. This, of course, did not impress Shyvana in the least, although she admits in her thoughts that he appeared to be a worthy warrior. The Half Dragon bared a small smirk with a set of heated eyes at the unknown human. She surveyed his whole body, a muscular human...not that comparable to the Prince.. With a short breath, Shyvana spoke,
"...Your armor is rather impressive. Care to explain who you are, soldier?"
Her expression became an amused one after her question.

"...Clifford hm?" Shyvana still kept a slightly amused face.
"Your armor insists that you belong to a certain House in Demacia.. one I'm not familiar with. Enlighten me."
She huffed, then outlined in her mind Clifford's potential commands. The Half Dragon pointed out various orders for soldiers patrolling aimlessly.
"You there! Join the perimeter on the east gate.
And you, assist the constructors, help them attain more building materials."
Shyvana vivid red eyes shot back at Clifford.
"Simply, Shyvana will suffice soldier. When you're able, help those children gather supplies for the gate repairs."
She signaled toward the gate where few children were picking up scraps of essential metal from the rubble.
Demacia is shorthanded these days... I pray for Piltover to respond soon.

After a few minutes of laying out plans for her guard and the various workforce of Demacia, Shyvana made her way toward Clifford. Her voice was rich in amusement from the sight of a grown soldier retrieving materials from the rubble alongside children.
"Clifford..." She chuckled. "You surely don't want to be doing mundane tasks correct? Let's take a walk."
Shyvana gestures toward the outskirts, where the Shadow Isles hit hardest.
"Sir... Blazblade is it? Is there anything in particular you specialize in? Were you assigned to me for a reason?"
She had an arm on his back as they began to stroll across the broken streets.

A girl strolls through the ruined streets of Demacia. Though the invasion clearly took a toll on Demacia, it did not stop it's citizens. Alyssa looks at the numerous people building. "A loyal bunch of people, that's for certain.' she though in her head. She was absolutely bored out of her mind. 'Studying today, studying yesterday, and the day before..." She said this under her breath and sighed. Deciding to take a break from such studying, she went to Demacia but found the place in quite a mess.

Strolling, looking at the damage, she squints her eyes to see the Half-Dragon Shyvana. "What an honor!" Alyssa though. Squinting her eyes even more, she sees a man with blue hair...

"Is that... who I think..." Her eyes shine at the thought of her friend from back home." She walked silently before approaching the two, before smiling. "Clifford... I remember you! Hi!" She stated, a little shy from the half-dragon, daring not to look at her. She held her grimoire tight in her arms, held to her chest. She smiled falsely, though if you studied it close enough, you could very well tell it was fake.

"Do you remember me?" She asked Clifford with a tilted head.

“Nah is not false modesty I just think that I still have much to grow before I can even presume of having a true strong point.”
He was responding to Shyvana when a blond girl approached him, somewhat younger than him, through her fake smile and her eyes shining with a glimpse profound sadness, he almost couldn’t recognize his childhood friend Alyssa.
“Well isn’t it the little Alyss? You have grown quite a lot. How are things going? I heard that now you live close to the institute.”
Then he thought that it would be better to present them since right now he was accompanying Shyvana.
“Shyvana this is Alyssa she used to be my neighbor when we were little I haven’t seen her since I was send to the Demacian Magical Academy to study for some years before enlisting to the army.”

"Alyssa..." Shyvana exchanged a small, grin to the girl who displayed a forced smile - without a doubt in fear of the Half Dragon herself.
"A pleasure to meet you young lady. Do not be alarmed.." Shyvana caught the girl's extended hand and shook it softly. Her attention was taken by the item Alyssa held under her arm, but quickly shifted back to the young girl's pale face. The Half Dragon kept a serious tone, rather calmer.
"There is much to do Miss Alyssa..Please excuse Clifford and I, as we have much to dis-" She was drawn aback.
"Magical Academy? The same as Miss Crownguard?" Shyvana lifted an eyebrow and surveyed Clifford once again - nothing about him screamed 'magic'. Except for that...sword.

“Eh…yes I did for a couple of years my magical abilities are half backed at best” he was saying while he was waving at Alyssa as a farewell when she tripped.
He was already moving to help her stand up when the dolls started to get out of the book flying on an erratic pattern. After that he heard her scold the dolls “Are you controlling them?” he asked her with his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to pull it out if the dolls turned aggressive.