Post by The Half-Dragon on Dec 19, 2013 15:15:18 GMT -5
((So, this is takes place the same day as this This, or rather a couple of hours later. Note, Shyvana is 19 years old in this story.))
It was getting close to midnight and Shyvana was supposed to be asleep by now. The room she had been assigned by the King of Demacia had a large double bed, the mattress was soft and the bed was dressed in Demacia's colors. Next to the door there was a desk where you'd normally place your belongings, there was another desk next to the bed. They were empty, Shyvana had looked in both of them before she had gone to bed. If you look to the left when you enter the room you can see a wardrobe and a small table next to a large window. In front of the window there was a small bench you could sit on.
It was one of those cushioned benches that was dressed in leather. Looking to the right one could see another door that led into a bathroom with a bathtub, toilet and a sink in it. Above the sink a large mirror hung, when the door was open you could see the end of the bed in it. The bathroom was as clean as it could get, the light reflected itself a little in the sink when it was turned on.
There was two bookshelves next to the bathroom door, both of them filled with books. Shyvana had opened one of them and flicked through the pages, she didn't know how to read. Her father had promised that he was going to teach her how to both read and write, but he had been killed before they even got started. Looking at the words in the book had brought her to tears and made her put it back to where it belonged.
The room was dark, the only light came from the moon that shone through the large window and onto the floor and the bed. Her old worn out clothes had been replaced with new ones provided by the staff of the Palace, she had received some food and something to drink. Shyvana had sniffed on the red liquid and taken a sip from it before putting it away, she didn't like how it tasted. When the moon slowly began to make its way up on the sky Shyvana felt tired.
She had put on the nightdress she was told to wear and had went under the covers of the bed. The room was so quiet there was no crackling of a fire, no twittering from the birds and what she missed the most, her father was not there either. Before this she had almost always been around someone. On her trip to Demacia she had Jarvan IV and the rest of the troops close to her. But now she was all alone.
The bed was warm, yet it felt so cold. Shyvana's vision was not hindered by the dark, yet she feared the dark. The mattress was as soft as a cloud, yet it felt harder than sleeping on the ground. The young half-dragon sat up in the bed and looked around her, she was truly alone. Crawling to the edge of the bed she stood up on the floor, wrapping the cover around herself. Shyvana looked at the door that led out into the corridor. Jarvan was probably just a few rooms away, she could easily go there and talk to him.
Shyvana took a step towards the door before stopping, Jarvan is probably sleeping anyway. She thought and looked up at the moon through the window, it was hypnotizing. Walking up to the cushioned bench Shyvana sat down and folded her legs, the bed cover was still wrapped around her.
Sighing she looked at the moon, it was alone up there, just like her but down here. Shyvana remembered looking up at the moon with her father, they used to have long conversations about the future or the past. Never about the present. The Half-Dragon's eyes teared up as the memory left her. After sitting in the light of the moon for a few minutes she began to cry, she didn't want to be alone. She just wanted to be with her father, the one that had kept her safe her entire life. Her crying intensified as she remembered what he used to tell her.
"You will always face difficulties because of what you are. People will reject you, ridicule you. But once you find your friends... They will be rewarded with the strongest, fiercest, most loyal, ally they've known."
The words echoed through Shyvana's head, it made her miss him even more. The Half-Dragon looked up at the moon, covering her face with her hands she bowed her head downwards and cried to herself, she missed him so much. Shyvana fell asleep in front of the window, curled up in a ball wrapped up by the bed covers she had cried herself to sleep.
Shyvana was woken up a couple of hours later by one of the maids from the day before.
((So, that's that. I've been wanting to type something like this for a while now and finally got around doing it. Any Feedback you can give will be greatly appreciated. The Quote comes from Shyvana's Past, done by Rachel J Corey at Tumblr. I suggest you read it. It differs a bit from how my view on Shyvana, but what her father said in it fit so well anyway.
Anyhow, thanks for reading.))
30th of May, 16 CLE
Approaching midnight, Shyvana's temporary room.
It was getting close to midnight and Shyvana was supposed to be asleep by now. The room she had been assigned by the King of Demacia had a large double bed, the mattress was soft and the bed was dressed in Demacia's colors. Next to the door there was a desk where you'd normally place your belongings, there was another desk next to the bed. They were empty, Shyvana had looked in both of them before she had gone to bed. If you look to the left when you enter the room you can see a wardrobe and a small table next to a large window. In front of the window there was a small bench you could sit on.
It was one of those cushioned benches that was dressed in leather. Looking to the right one could see another door that led into a bathroom with a bathtub, toilet and a sink in it. Above the sink a large mirror hung, when the door was open you could see the end of the bed in it. The bathroom was as clean as it could get, the light reflected itself a little in the sink when it was turned on.
There was two bookshelves next to the bathroom door, both of them filled with books. Shyvana had opened one of them and flicked through the pages, she didn't know how to read. Her father had promised that he was going to teach her how to both read and write, but he had been killed before they even got started. Looking at the words in the book had brought her to tears and made her put it back to where it belonged.
The room was dark, the only light came from the moon that shone through the large window and onto the floor and the bed. Her old worn out clothes had been replaced with new ones provided by the staff of the Palace, she had received some food and something to drink. Shyvana had sniffed on the red liquid and taken a sip from it before putting it away, she didn't like how it tasted. When the moon slowly began to make its way up on the sky Shyvana felt tired.
She had put on the nightdress she was told to wear and had went under the covers of the bed. The room was so quiet there was no crackling of a fire, no twittering from the birds and what she missed the most, her father was not there either. Before this she had almost always been around someone. On her trip to Demacia she had Jarvan IV and the rest of the troops close to her. But now she was all alone.
The bed was warm, yet it felt so cold. Shyvana's vision was not hindered by the dark, yet she feared the dark. The mattress was as soft as a cloud, yet it felt harder than sleeping on the ground. The young half-dragon sat up in the bed and looked around her, she was truly alone. Crawling to the edge of the bed she stood up on the floor, wrapping the cover around herself. Shyvana looked at the door that led out into the corridor. Jarvan was probably just a few rooms away, she could easily go there and talk to him.
Shyvana took a step towards the door before stopping, Jarvan is probably sleeping anyway. She thought and looked up at the moon through the window, it was hypnotizing. Walking up to the cushioned bench Shyvana sat down and folded her legs, the bed cover was still wrapped around her.
Sighing she looked at the moon, it was alone up there, just like her but down here. Shyvana remembered looking up at the moon with her father, they used to have long conversations about the future or the past. Never about the present. The Half-Dragon's eyes teared up as the memory left her. After sitting in the light of the moon for a few minutes she began to cry, she didn't want to be alone. She just wanted to be with her father, the one that had kept her safe her entire life. Her crying intensified as she remembered what he used to tell her.
"You will always face difficulties because of what you are. People will reject you, ridicule you. But once you find your friends... They will be rewarded with the strongest, fiercest, most loyal, ally they've known."
The words echoed through Shyvana's head, it made her miss him even more. The Half-Dragon looked up at the moon, covering her face with her hands she bowed her head downwards and cried to herself, she missed him so much. Shyvana fell asleep in front of the window, curled up in a ball wrapped up by the bed covers she had cried herself to sleep.
Shyvana was woken up a couple of hours later by one of the maids from the day before.
The End
((So, that's that. I've been wanting to type something like this for a while now and finally got around doing it. Any Feedback you can give will be greatly appreciated. The Quote comes from Shyvana's Past, done by Rachel J Corey at Tumblr. I suggest you read it. It differs a bit from how my view on Shyvana, but what her father said in it fit so well anyway.
Anyhow, thanks for reading.))
