Shyvana furrowed her brow. Of all the stories they could have asked for. How was she going to make it child-friendly? She had ripped the dragon's heart out and had him watch her rip it apart as he died.
"...uh... okay..." Shyvana said slowly. "Well, it was a young dragon. We call them drakes. It was young, not that big, but it was violent and hateful. It hated the fact that my father had relations with a human, and it hated the fact that I, a half dragon, existed at all. It was... um..." She had never told a story like this before. "...it was at least...thirty yordles tall, and kind of thin, since it was just a drake. It was blue,and it had really big teeth."
She gave a deep breath.
"It was chasing us for months, along with other dragons, too." Shyvana continued. "Eventually, it found my father and I.My father demanded I run, even though I wanted to fight... and the drake killed him." Shyvana looked visibly angry.
"I... found my father a short time later." Shyvana said. "I... cried for a long time, but you know me, rage quickly took over. So I set out to kill the drake. My father wounded him, so it wasn't hard to track him. I could smell his cowardice... but on the way, I found Prince Jarvan and some Demacian soldiers." She smiled a little. "They were also hunting this drake. They knew right away what I was. It was only by Prince Jarvan's command that they didn't attack me or run. I... didn't expect them to survive, honestly, but I let them fight with me. We found the drake, and we killed him."
She paused, wondering if she should mention the heart thing.
"I... ripped his heart out." Shyvana slowly said. It was already in the bio the League wrote for her, after all. "...Prince Jarvan offered me a place in Demacia after that. So we retrieved my mother, and she and I became proper Demacians."