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The world out side of Freljord was so... different. It was warm, usually unpleasantly so, and green. After a life of whites and greys with the occasional yellow of air starved grass Sholani was ill-prepared for the colors of Runeterra. There were more shades of green alone than she had ever imagined. But that wasn't the end of it. Red, which she as only seen previously as blood, seemed to be a popular color amongst plants called flowers. In the southern lands yellow became a bright, vibrant color, not the one of sickly plants.

It was also croweded. Sholani had lived in the harsh tundra of Frejord, where it was rare to encounter another living thing, even if you were looking for one. Here there were farms, cattle, stinks, noises, and, greatest of all, humans. They were everywhere. The sheer number of them was enough to warm her blood up with fright. Many things came with humans. Feuds and wars, battles and gallantry, lies and assasins. How could they live with all of this... this... action?

And she had forced herself into the middle of it, asking for a place to represent her people in the League of Legends. In the tundra wilderness of her homeland she had learned to survive through brute force and determination. Those things were needed here as well, but not in the same way. One had to learn when to fight the enemy and not pacify him with pretty words. One had to learn how to speak up for oneself yet at the same time not seem bullheaded and stubborn. In Freljord there was no worrying about these things. Hunger was the enemy. Cold was the enemy. You couldn't appease or negotiate with them. They were final and absolute.

In her homeland Sholani had represented a new hope for her clan. Now, years later, she was striving to fulfill the expectations of her people. Maybe not in the way they had anticipated, but she was helping them nonetheless. She was learning the games of humans. Although she was daunted by many things about the new world she had thrust herself into she would not fail her people.

Sholani stood up from the shade of the tree she had been laying under and stretched. Tail swishing from side to side she made her way towards the summoning chamber. Her claws clicked over the stone hallways, the sharp noises echoing in the corridors. Without a pause she strode by the weapons room, head held high. Dragons needed no weapons other than the ones that nature provided them. Blood heating with excitement, Sholani stepped onto the summoning platform.

A light enveloped her and then she was in the Proving Grounds. Apparently some old human battles had taken place in the Proving Grounds, but at the moment Sholani didn't care. Her attention was focused on the upcoming battle. She stepped off the platform, making her way down the single lane. It was time for the battle to begin and she didn't want to dissapoint her opponent.