Forgivable Sins

First a little background:

I might have attempted the impossible but I have created a story for Caim, the main hero of Drakengard. Seeing how he cant talk, it is kinda challenging but I think that he should have at least one story about him with an OC.

S'pose I should explain the situation here. I have changed the dates of certain events slightly. The story starts after Caim assaults the District of Shining Life, which in the story happens only 3 years after the end of the war between the Union and Empire not 15 or whatever. I don't want him THAT old in the story lol.

Keep this in mind, this isn't my best work, its just something I thought up out of the blue and quickly did.

Feel free to send me comments or questions. Hope you enjoy it!

Blood…

Pain…

Regret…

Betrayal…

Words echoed in his mind, words that woke him from his slumber. From where the sound had came he was unsure. For the longest time, the sensation of flying enveloped him and his mind was blank, no worries plagued him as he flew through the recognizable sky. Wind and clouds whipped passed him, his arms outstretched to welcome the familiar.

Suddenly, the illusion faded and the sky was no more. The feeling of falling towards the earth became real and his heart raced as the ground drew near. None were there to catch him as he fell and he tightly closed his eyes…

The fire within his heart burned savagely within him. His senses, though acute as they were, were dull and all but absent, his body dumb and unresponsive. Painfully, he attempted to open his eyes, to view the world around him but his eyelids stubbornly refused to cooperate. His black and blue armor pressed heavily upon his chest and his lungs struggled to take in air. His limbs also rejected his demand to move and the use of speech he would never again control; his tongue had not formed words in years.

Though his body and senses were deadened with pain, his mind was free to wander. He knew not where he was, where he had fallen but two words rang in his mind: I failed. His attempt to kill the guardian of the District of Shining Life had not been successful and he was met with opposition. Oror, the General of the Knights of the Seal, had been alerted of his activity and stopped him before he had killed the lieutenant. And though he had been victorious at killing the General, the lieutenant had escaped in an act of cowardice, one that could have caused Caim's lip to curl in disgust.

During his attack, he had sustained many wounds and retreated back into the shadows to recover. His injuries, he discovered later, were much more serious than he thought and he was weakened by severe blood loss. As he ran from his pursuers, unable to fight, he collapsed upon the ground where he now lay and luck was in his favor for he had not been found…

His ears picked up the sound of footsteps, soft and light, headed in the direction in which he lay. The sound of a song hung in the air, humming. Caim attempted to move, to reach for his sword. Years of life at war had taught him to never lower your guards and forever protect yourself from even those who appear to be allies. His body rejected his order and whether his weapon was truly at his side, he did not know.

The humming stopped abruptly and a gasp hung in the air as the footsteps ceased to continue. Caim struggled to open his eyes, to defend himself but movement escaped him. The footsteps continued again, slower and more cautious, getting steadily nearer.

Move, you pathetic body…he thought. Struggling, his arm stirred slightly, inching along the ground.

"Sir?"

… A voice, a woman's..

"Are you well? Do you need help?"

Help? I've never needed help, not from anyone…

A hand was placed on his arm, sending a ripple of muscle spasms throughout his limb…

Don't touch me… I told you, I don't need your help.

…as the woman's hand found his wrist, testing for a pulse. With a beat found, his arm was quickly released and gently placed upon the unforgiving ground.

"I'll be back, wait for me," said the voice and the woman, though Caim could not see, stood and ran off, the sound of her departure silent. So he was left there, alone, was his heart and spirit, his mind broken and shattered.

Blood…

Pain…

Regret…

Betrayal…

His head was rested upon a pillow, a marvelous feeling. A blanket was draped around his body which, he realized, was absent of his armor. The soft silk of the sheets calmed his mind and he relaxed in bliss. It had been long since he was able to sleep in a bed, calm, without worry, without looking over his shoulder.

"He's pretty cut up."

…A man's voice

"Hmm…"

…The woman

"How did you find this guy? You didn't just stumble upon him, did you?"

"I told you, I was simply walking outside, gathering seeds and I found him on the ground, nothing more. He was unconscious, as he is now and a pool of blood was around him. I thought him dead but I found a pulse. I couldn't just leave him there with no protection or shelter."

"So you decided to fetch me, who was currently working to support us both and have me bring the poor fellow home."

Caim…Caim…

A hand was placed on his forehead, the woman's touch and his eyelids flickered in response. The hand recoiled and pulled back, slightly surprised and did not again try to approach.

That voice…its calling me again, Caim thought.

"Ah! Seems like the boy is finally going to wake! Good, good, I'd like him out of my room," the man said.

Caim opened his one eye with much pain. Above him stood the gruff man who had spoken, his blue eyes staring down at him, his face molded into an expression of curiosity and confusion. His clothes, Caim noticed, were filthy and covered in soot, indicating he was a laboring man. His hair, blond, stood like quills on the top of his head and his face was also caked in dirt. His hands were on his hips as he bend over to look at him.

At the man's side sat the woman who had found him. She was young, barely out of her teens and her long brown hair hung down below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark green, much like an emerald and her face held a look of anxiousness. The dress she wore was a simple one, gray and nicely kept thought seemed too large for her small frame.

"Hey, there lad!" said the man, his face a foot or so from his own. Caim turned his cold eye to look at him, drawing them away from the woman. "You alright? My sister here told me she found you out in the field, layin' in a pool of your own blood. Your lucky she's an expert at patchin' people up, thanks to that war or you'd be a goner. Ain't that right, Kina?"

The woman stood from her chair and lightly pushed her brother from over the wounded man. "Crowding over him isn't going to help him recover or get him out of your room any quicker." The man shrugged and left the room, leaving the two alone.

The woman watched him go and turned back to Caim who lay looking about the room, unable to move his head. "I had him place you in his room and his bed," she explained. "We have but two room in our home so Harn will simply have to sleep in the living room till your well." Kina moved from his side and took a cloth in both hands, dipping it into a bowl of water placed on a night stand. She wrung it between her hands and moved back towards the bed, placing it on his forehead, all the while Caim's cool blue eye watching her every move with mounting suspicion. The touch of another's flesh which did not wish to cause him harm against his own was foreign to him, all he had ever known was to kill.

"Are you well enough to tell me your name, warrior?" Kina asked, looking down at him. Caim simply stared back at her, unresponsive, eyes cold. She turned away from him and his icy glance which chilled the blood in her veins, somewhat unease. Kina felt the anxiety and discomfort in the room start to grow as the two sat in silence and she soon stood after a moment and bowed to him.

"If you require anything, simply call for either me or my brother, we will be happy to assist you," she said. She turned and left the room, closing the door slightly behind her.

Caim's one good eye darted around the room, looking about at his surroundings. From the bed he could see his armor, which he knew had been removed, was propped up against a nearby wall. The blood which it had been drenched in before had been washed away. As for his clothes, his shirt had been removed as far as he could tell, and the many cuts he had sustained in his battle were most likely covered in some type of bandage, seeing how the man had mentioned that the girl was some type of physician.

He moved. Forcing his muscles to cooperate, he lifted his body up on his left arm, ignoring the pain that shot through it. He grunted, feeling the sting of his wounds opening, again bleeding profusely. He felt naked without his sword by his side and he strained to locate it.

"Oh, boy!" Harn said stepping into the room. He rushed over to Caim who still struggled to stand and pushed him back into the bed. "You need to stay still, your far from well there lad. Can't get up just yet." Caim's cold blue eye stared through his very being and Harn stepped back out of intimidation. He quickly shook it away and smiled nervously down at him.

He moved over to the end of the bed and placed a small pile of blankets near his guest's feet. "It gets chilly at night, felt you might need something to keep you warm for a bit." Harn glanced up at Caim whose eyes followed his every movement. "Can't speak eh? Kina told me that she asked for your name but you refused to give it. You're speechless because of our gracious generosity, right?" he said with a wide grin, obviously being sarcastic. "Anyway, don't try to move again. You'll hurt yourself and personally, I can't stand the sight of blood. Just stay still, you'll heal soon enough. Were not too terrible hosts are we?"

Harn left the room, leaving Caim alone once again. He lay back under his sheets, deciding that he had been right and even if he had found his sword, he would have been easily overpowered. The thought of him being as weak as he was turned his mood sour and he soon closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep, leaving the numbness behind.