Originally Posted by Apollo Justice
Oh yeah...Who wouldn't?
I'd like to know how your first week in Demacia looked like.What were you doing,where were you and all that stuff.I'm really interested.
- Evan , Demacian Summoner
My first week... it's not something I talk about, but I suppose I should get over it.
Prince Jarvan escorted straight to the center of government. As we walked, many citizens saw me, including Garen and Luxanna. Most citizens had no idea what I was, but at that point, I hadn't mastered maintaining a purely human form. My eyes were glowing, my skin was gray, and my nails were more like talons. I terrified some children, and several guards rushed over, thinking I was about to attack their Prince until they got closer and realized I was being escorted. I was in peasant's clothes, which themselves were torn and stained with blood. I had been holding my father's dead body, so I was covered in his blood. Suffice to say, if first impressions count for anything, my image in the eyes of Demacians was screwed for months.
I won't bore you with the details of what happened in the center of government. Basically, Prince Jarvan told my story and fought for my right to join the Demacian military. He also used me as a reason to convince everyone to end the dragon hunts.
Most people were nervous around me, but since very few people have more sway within Demacia than Prince Jarvan, his word was law and I became a Demacian.
After getting cleaned up and given some standard infantry armor, I was given a home. Then, Garen showed me around the barracks, introduced me to the quartermasters, drill instructors, and other important people, and showed me the general areas that on-duty soldiers tended to eat or relax in Demacia during their breaks from training. Looking back, I'm surprised Garen put up with me. I'm pretty sure I said all of ten words that whole first day. But he never stopped being courteous. I don't know if he understood me, but he at least accepted me, and that meant a lot. I can see why Luxanna loves him so much, he must have been a great sibling to have growing up.
Anyway, that was the first couple days.
On my first day of basic training, I was immediately given a copy of The Measured Tread. When training began... I won't gloat, I'll be honest - I breezed through it all without much effort. As a half-dragon, I'm simply capable of more than most normal humans can ever hope to be. After I broke a training partner's arm without even trying to hurt him, I was bumped right up to the most intense training the Demacian military could inflict upon a person. It was there that I got the difficulty I needed to really train and improve.
Now, towards the end of the day, Xin Zhao offered to train with me. During our spar, I got too into it, and erupted into my true form. I continued to attack him for a few seconds before I managed to control my rage. I think you can imagine the panic that followed. When I finally calmed down enough to take my human form again, I Xin Zhao and my drill instructor brought me to Garen, who had Prince Jarvan summoned over to us. I was sure that was it for me, but no. Prince Jarvan insisted I just needed more training, and to my surprise, neither Garen nor Xin Zhao were angry with me. Xin Zhao wasn't too happy with me, but I'd think he was insane if he didn't care.
So, Prince Jarvan sent for some meditation experts from Ionia. He thought the Ionians would help me find some kind of balance between my two sides, help me control them, or something. But meditation was not my thing. I hated it, and my progress reflected it. Towards the end, the Ionians were sick of me, and I was sick of them. But luckily, one piece of advice from them worked. They told me that, to better keep my human side in control, I had to experience life with it. If you want to think of it like this, my human side is like a muscle, and I had to exercise it, use it, make it stronger.
I wasn't sure what to do. I went home that night, and got started on reading through The Measured Tread. I finished that night. A couple hours after I finished, I realized that reading through that book had made me forget about the unfortunate events of the day before, and the inner rage I was always fighting. So, the next day, I told the meditation experts what I felt. They told me, if it worked, to jump on it. So I went to the Barracks and retrieved various books about Demacian history, and military strategy. And for the next couple days, between the Ionian's cursed meditation rituals, and the books, I felt far more control over my dragon side than I ever thought possible. At that point, I told Prince Jarvan that I felt I could try my active training again.
The intense training went fine, but to make sure, Prince Jarvan insisted we do exactly what we did the last time I lost control. So, with Garen and Luxanna ready to neutralize me if I lost it, I sparred with Xin Zhao again. Sad to say, he bested me. But not only did I keep control, I was never in danger of losing it. You'd think losing a duel would piss me off, and it sure did, but no more than it'd annoy you, or anyone else. That loss was the greatest victory I'd ever had.
I know this is now beyond the week's timeframe you said, but next week, Prince Jarvan visited me, with Garen, and a pair of blacksmiths. Prince Jarvan had commissioned three armors for me, which I'm sure you're familiar with. He told me that, because of my victory over my emotions, nobody in the Demacian government had any major issues with me anymore, and I was officially a member of Demacia's elite military force. The armor and gauntlets were a gift from him to me. They were enchanted by the College of Magic to grow with my form, and were to identify me as an elite soldier, and strike fear in the hearts of anyone who'd have me dead for what I am. They're a tribute to what I am, and to who and what my father was.
It's because of all this, I am proud to say, I am a Demacian. Many people would have had me killed for what I am. Most citystates would have exiled me for what I had done. But Prince Jarvan and my fellow Demacians showed me understanding and kindness, the likes of which I neither deserved, nor expected. Let Demacia's detractors spread their lies and propaganda until they're blue in the face, it doesn't matter. I'm proud to be the proof of Demacia's true mindset, and sense of justice.
Victory for our allies, defeat for our enemies, and justice for all.