The Return of an Angel.

[Jeanne d'Arc][Post-Game] [Song Fic] It has been one year since 'her' death and the Victory at Paris. Jeanne has been getting more depressed as the day's go by, then one day ... 'She' had returned ... Changed, however changes are not always bad. [Warnings: YURI!, Crossover, OC('s), Spoilers and angst] (Guess who the parring is.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Jeanne d'arc, Warhammer nor the songs that will be disclaimed thought this story.

Chapter One : As the Day's Go by ...

-Insert dream here- Character Dreaming.

-Insert Lyrics here- Song Lyrics

'-Insert thought here-' Character Thinking

"-Insert Speech here-" Character Talking

It has been one full year since there victory at Paris, and the defeat of Gilvaroth. Her friends have went there separate ways long ago but she couldn't let go of a certain part of her past.

Jeanne has been slowly slipping into a depression. Almost everything Roger did to keep her happy, even confessing to her, had been mostly futile. It also kinda hurt Roger that Jeanne only thought of him as a brother, nothing more or less but it did help both of them as they do kinda talk more often.

However that still didn't help her in the long term. Lately she has been just wandering off into the surrounding forest area alone, although not unarmed, a group of men or beasts could easily overpower her alone and she has been doing it more often.

When her father took her to see a doctor that 'apparently' knew today's sicknesses. To quote his words 'She is perfectly healthy, physically of course. So her problems are that of the mind, not the body.' was all he had for her worried father.

Although her former comrades at arms did visit her every now and then, it seemed that she is falling deeper and deeper into this depression.

Autumn is kissing valleys and hills
shy Falin welcome me
old trees are speaking to the holy wind
about ancient memories

Lately she hasn't been getting that much sleep . She alway acted like like it was nothing, yet almost everyone who sees her everyday (i.e: Talk to) knows why she hadn't been getting any sleep.

They where nightmares ... Nightmares of the past ... Nightmares of 'that' day. The day in which she lost a friend ... or did she lose something more?

Sense of infinity prelude to memory
in the mystic Elgard's forest
echoes their voice

Dreaming

'No!' She thought as she climbed faster up the steep hill to 'that town', Rouen. She could hear her screams from mile's away. She can feel her pain, that excruciating pain! She can fell her betrayal, that her friends count help her.

Airin 'the rose', Arwald 'the rock'
great example of pure love

'Please God, don't tell...' She couldn't finish as saw the sight that has been burned in her mind. It was her burning on the stake, her screams are silent. her pain is eternal.

Warrior of ice thank you for all
from the creatures of the world

"Oh God... Why? Why did it have to be you." Jeanne d'arc couldn't find the will to even go up to the burning stake and try to extinguish the flames, she is too far gone to be saved. She just collapsed, and cried. They had the wrong person, it was herself that they wanted.

"Because, You are meant to suffer..." She could almost hear her voice say that exact sentence, then all faded into darkness. Then she saw 'her' with a assault blade held in her good arm.

All kneel before you dear old Aresius
we lived thousand great adventures
kept in my dreams

" Because they wanted you dead, and I suffered for it. What kind of friend are you?" She asked her 'friend' with venom in her voice, and when Jeanne looked up. It was the same face as all the other nightmares... only worse. Half her face, burnt beyond recognition. Her whole body is charred, scared and split, her armor worn, clothing ripped, burned and bloody.

"Liane... Please Don't." Jeanne begged her friend. She knew what her friend was planning.

Fly to the crystal sky
glorious and proud
Never forgotten friends of all

Heroes of the whole known world

"I used to look up to you... Seen you as a holy light. Now look at you, begging before your own dobleganger. I used to seeing your face, your face of angels... now I see nothing but demons in that face. I used to even loved you! Yes! I. Loved. You! I have kept inside in fear that you will hate me!" 'Liane' screamed passionately. This caught Jeanne by surprise, never in her nightmares had this happened.

'Sh..She loved me?' This new discovery had caused Jeanne's will, a will that was weakened by the nightmare, to shatter.

MAY YOUR FIRE BURN IN OUR HEARTS!
AND LET THE LEGEND SURVIVE!

"But I was wrong to put my love, fear and trust into you! Goodbye forever Jeanne !" 'Liane' screamed in rage and passion as she then thrust the Assault blade into Jeanne's Right breast.

" I ..." Jeanne didn't say anything else as her body felt the blade enter her. It was like time itself went slow as her body lost all strength, tears flowing freely in her eyes.

"I... I ..." She then started to taste the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth. She finally realized why this pain had never left her yet. It wasn't a pain that she hadn't lost her friend, it was a pain of losing a loved one, not just a friend. She didn't want this nightmare to end until she can look at Liane's face and tell her. She almost thought against it when she saw Liane's face turn into a twisted smile, but she can tell that there was sadness in there also.

"I... loved you too." Jeanne finally said as her body then started to fell numb. Her eyes grew heavy. She then saw Liane's face that had the smile turn into a face of pure shock then nothing but darkness as the nightmare finally ended...

Dream Ended.

Jeanne had awoken up from that nightmare, she is sure that she only gasped and not screamed at this realization ... or could this be a side effect of her depression? But it did make her ask herself.

Fly to the crystal sky
glorious and proud
Never forgotten friends of all

Heroes of the whole known world

'Do I really love you? Or did I just don't want you to feel pain anymore?' She begins to question herself. She realized that she couldn't sleep after that and she then left her bed, she just had a night gown on and sneaked outside for some fresh air.

She could even hear those words that 'Liane' said ' I used to even Loved you! Yes! I. Loved. You!' She almost cringed again at those words, never in her life had she felt this much guilt. She couldn't even save Liane. A childhood friend, who secretly had a 'crush' on her. Died in the flames of war. A war that seemed that both France and England are licking wounds.

MAY YOUR FIRE BURN IN OUR HEARTS!
AND LET THE LEGEND SURVIVE!

However, nether of the two army's had felt the sorrow of Jeanne and from what you can tell. Theses wounds would not heal as they are not physical. They are in the mind and part of her psychology now.

However no matter how good the occasion is. She will never forget her, her face, her will ... her sacrifice.

Fly to the crystal sky
glorious and proud
Never forgotten friends of all

Heroes of the whole known world

"Liane ... I am s...so sorry." Jeanne sniffled as she let the tears flow again. her pain was almost too great. She wants to see her again, to say sorry again and be with her.

However though the tears, cool air, and the breeze. She saw a shooting star, A rare occurrence. She felt that she needs to hope that she wasn't in the eternal fires of hell. She hoped that she wasn't suffering in purgatory. She hoped that she was in heaven, a heaven of no pain. a heaven of his eternal protection. Even though it was futile, she wished ... just wished that...

MAY YOUR FIRE BURN IN OUR HEARTS!
AND LET THE LEGEND SURVIVE!

"I ... I ... I wish that you would come back ... to us ... to me." Jeanne silently whispered, it may feel futile, however thats the only thing that she felt better but from the position of the moon, it was past midnight. So she just sneaked back silently into her room and tried to get some rest.

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Disclamer No 1 : I do not own Rhapsody of Fire, Never Forgotten Hero's