A dragon girl saved you from her own kind.

A beam of light illuminated a hollow cave, winds blasting through, fierce; mountain air. A red dragon perched on this opening, looking down at the wounded human laying on the cold stone floor. Golden eyes looked down, full of intelligence, not that of a beast.

BURN Shyvana's mother demanded, with rage, chiding her daughter for what she dragged onto the nest. Outside, dragons howl, dozens of them, a massive draconic colony around them. The red dragon keeps it's distance for a few seconds and then changes. It's bone twist and shrink, wings disappear, turns biped. What lands on the stone floor is closer to a woman.

"You made a terrible mistake, coming here," her voice echoes around, coming from the dark of the cave. She is dressing back up. "I should've let you die out there."

Then why did I dug this human's body out of the gravel? Shyvana wondered. Her little corner of the cave had a touch of humanity. A makeshift bed, a chest, a set of Demacian armor, even a doll. Once dignified, she returned to the recovering human.

"What shall I do with you now?" She wondered aloud, her voice dull, low, like a reptilian miraculous forming words with perfect fluency.