Disclaimer: I do not own Drakengard, or the franchise though I wish to my bones I did!

This story was inspired by UnmercyfulDeath's "Not A Part of The Plan" and "Life Is Too Much Of A Miracle" sorry if it seems to be a cheap copy!


Chapter 4: Tensions

Opal was very pissed off. Marching down the hall guards pelted out of her way to avoid getting stabbed by her wing claws. Her mother never let her out of her sight! She kicked her door open and stormed in, slamming it behind her. Opal's room was a pretty non-script rectangle. She had the bed most young noble girls had just for the lack of finding something more comfortable, a stand with a mirror, and other basic furniture. The thing that made it stand out though was that the walls were covered in Draconian writing. Angelus had mentored Opal in the arts of magic, Draconian history, and the like. She even taught her how to write in the Draconian language witch she in turn taught her best friend Ellen. Mostly just to avoid over-serious people from reading their notes between each other. It proved to be both fun and effective. Also very funny when a guard delivered the note with a dumbfounded look on his or her face. Yet the symbols around Opal's room were different. They cataloged the events in her life. Sort of like a diary, very large one. She walked up to a half-competed line of the symbols and wrote in that she tried to reach the door again. Failed miserably. Frowning she walked over to sit on her ridicules bed. What was behind that door? The question burned in her mind constantly ever since her fifth birthday that she followed her mother down to glimpse it. She remembered that day clearly.

She had just finished her cake and was covered in chocolate when she noticed Angelus walking away. Curious she had followed to a long hallway that seemed to stretch into some sort of darkness. It was strange, Opal had never noticed it before even though she walked past it daily. Skipping after her mother Opal quickly came to a cross roads and the sounds of her mother weeping reached her ears. Curious she had inched up to the turn and peaked around it to find her mother slumped against the massive door. At first it had seemed like made of nothing but pipes and beams. Then she quickly spotted the massive steel plate hidden behind it all. Opal had realised it was designed to hold something. Something that was very powerful. Little scared the younger hybrid. Her mother on her hands and knees weeping terrified her. Every few months her dame went back into the labyrinth. Opal followed every time she noticed. All she needed was the right time...

Shrugging it off she stood and looked out the window. It was a beautiful cloudless day and there looked to be no chance to rain. Great day to go flying. With a spring in her step Opal wormed her way slowly through the castle. When she reached the roof area there were few guards. Who would drop in on the roof of a fortress? Smiling Opal ran to the edge to look over and feel the wing in her face. It had been weeks since she was up there. Angelus had taught her the basics of flight, since she could no longer fly her self. So when she did take wing Opal savored the moments she could. Many Draconian traits had been passed to her. The ability to fly, superior sight, strength, among other things. She backed up to one end of the massive square of the roof portion she was standing on. Frowning off the back end she looked forward and leaned forward. She could take off standing still but she found it funner to make a running leap. Tensing for an instant she gathered herself and burst into running. It took her only seconds to cross the roof. Then she sprung off the towering spire and plummeted for a few meters before leveling out and speeding over the wall at a close margin. Several guards jumped by her passage, that lightened her mood. Laughing she angled her wings up and sped towards the skies. Soaring through the clouds she reveled in her freedom. The times were few when she could just take wing and fly away from her troubles.

Opal had been flying for several hours before she came across a town near what her mother had been referring to as 'the front' or what ever. It seemed peaceful enough to her! Frowning she lowered her altitude to get a better look. Pheasants were going about their daily lives, kinds were playing in the streets and all seemed normal. Then she noticed Tinver and a few of his friends. She smiled dreamily as they walked below her. Tinver was Lord Foerd's son. Opal always thought that incompetent fool was looking to get beheaded by her mother: acted like it any way. Yet his son had captured Opal's eye easily. When she and Ellen talked about boys they liked she always said the noble boy hands down. Her friend continuously teased her about it. Going dreamy eyed again she watched as the small group walked around the village. Until they crossed the river that plit it down the middle. The hybrid was so caught up in fawning over her crush that she failed to notice the flaming building until they crossed. This was why her mother called it the front...

Soldiers filled the streets lined with blazing buildings. Angelus's men were fighting against Ogrey's, and were losing. Tinver gave a shout and his band drew swords and flung them selves into the fight. Opal gasped, what was the fool doing? She dove at a steep angle. Archers noticed her at last. Problem was that they were Ogrey's men, and they all knew exactly who she was. Opal folded her wings back and shot like a bullet towards the ground. Unfolding at the last moment she shot across the road only inches above the stones. Soldiers from both sides jumped out of her way as she raced past.

It took a total of three minutes to find the street she was looking for. Crossbow bolts zipped past her as she searched. The fool! Did he think this was a game?! Her wing got clipped by something and made her lose controle. Realising this she wrapped her wings close around her as she suddenly barrel rolled right into a stand that had not yet caught fire. Opal was flung like a rag doll at a building by the shattered wood. The girl bounced off stone and skipped down the alley, pain exploding throughout her body. "What the?"

Trying to stand she waved her arm for balance, and spread her wings wide. It was wide enough for her to keep her wings at their full length without hindering them. That was surprising... She stood and leand against a wall, arm still heald out for balance. Then, before she could clear her head pain screamed from Opal's arm and wing. She screamed in agony as she was suddenly nailed to the wooden house behind her. Adreniline flooded her system and clarity filled her senses. She realised that her human arm was punctured by two crossbow bolts going through her wing to hold her in place. She looked forward to see figures walking into the alley, three with crossbows. Then her free wing was suddenly pierced to finish nailing her in place. A draconian screech filled with pain and fury escaped her lips. Blood dripping from the wounds she slammed her scaled arm into the house behind her a tore a piece of wood from the wall. Shock rippled through the small group as she flung it at them, only one was hit but as he cartwheeled through the air it was obvious he wouldn't be getting back up. Opal screamed again as another bolt went through her free shoulder, making her other arm useless. Slumping in defeat she started crying in frustration known that there was no way out of this now.

As two went to check on their fallen comrade the rest strode confidently forward. Opal watched them in disgust; until their faces came into her view. Horror wracked her body as the first faces registered in her blood-lusting mind. Odd, she didn't even realise she was overcome with blood lust untill the state shattered. "Hello Opal, been a while."

Tears freely streamed down her cheeks now as she stared into the face, "How could you? How could you! Damn you Tinver! When my mother finds out about this you'll all be wishing Vita had you laid out on her dining table!" She struggled against the bolts holding her in place. Pain wracked her body as she tryed to rip her right arm from the two holding it there: her wings protested as they tore in her struggles. Tinver was out of the reach of her claws, no he was too smart for that. But his friends proved to be the fools both she and her mother hated. Opal swung once, twice. And five human corpses were on the ground in piles of pieces like spilled puzzles. The young man she had a crush on sneered in rage, and swung his sword, Opal screamed as a long gash was cut into her scaled arm, long sleave falling off. Her arm hanging limp and useless at her side she snarled in defiance, "I'm going to kill you if its the last thing I do!"

His friends came back and Tinver stared at his helpless captive. Opal felt her blood run cold, "You my dear, are in no position to make threats." She screamed in rage and defiance as they started beating her.

Angelus watched her daughter fly off. Sometimes she wondered if bringing her up like a dragon would of been better. Yet, if she had done that she would of held both Angelus and Caim in contempt. So sighing in defeat she walked through the castle, few things were left to do around the castle these days. She running it had proved to be far more efficient then even she had bargained for. Caim had trained his pets well... smiling she finished the last things that were needed done, and organised the schedules for the next couple weeks personally just for something to do. She was half way through the one for watch duty when the weak mental link she shared with her daughter suddenly burst at the seams with anxiety and compleate fear. Angelus was up and out of her seat so fast the chair almost literaly flew backwords. Busrting out of her room she sped down the halls at break neck speed. Guards dove out of her way servants tried to become one with the walls and lords just got bowled over without a chance to even think of dodging. Out of everything she ould think of coming from her daughter Anxiety mixed with compleate fear was not one of them. She dodged around the corner into the labyrinth when the link suddenly filled with a sickeningly familiar emotion. Bloodlust... how did? Fear and bewielderment suddenly filled her bond with her pact-partner. She sent as strong of a punch through it as she could manage without tripping herself up. "I need you dammit! Get your ass out of that damn cage and help me!" She heard the familiar clicking coming from down the hall. Dashing around the corner she nearly slammed head long into the massive door that seemed to come alive. Bars and poles shifted, the entire thing seemed to morf from a solid wall of steel into a massive metal block. Rusty hinges squeald from a full fifteen years of disuse. And the massive contraption groand as it slowly swung open. Then a form emerged. Shirtless and in a dirty pair of pants that prbly needed a realy good washing, Angelus knew his breastplate was also in there, Angelus! Whats wrong?

The dragon nearly screamed at him but was at a loss for words. Fifteen years, she had missed him so much... running up she wrapped her arms tightly around him, kissing his muscled neck, how did he stay muscled so well? Then stepping back: she raised a hand and gave him a full armed smack across the face that made him stumble into the wall. "That was for leaving me on my own for fifteen years asshole! But thats the least of our problems! Ogrey is back with an army, and Opal is in danger, you idi-" she cut off as the link suddenly went... numb. Then it at first filled with bewielderment, then with rage that rivaled even Caim's.

The said man stepped forward, Whats wrong with Opal? What danger is she in that makes you think its safe to bring me out? Angelus had the urge to slap him again. He was so insufferable at times!

Diging her fingers into his shoulders she hissed, "You were never a danger to her! But something is happening to her right now! And I need you to help me save her!" She nearly fell to her knees if Caim didn't catch her, as the link filled with pain. "We must save her!"

Caim's face filled with determination, Let me get my sword. Angelus didn't ask what he ment. The soldier walked back intot he cage and came out again with breastplate in hand. The red dragon turned around and followed him. As they marched down the halls servants fell to huddling positions, guards let their mouths hang open and dropped spears. Lords Angelus had bowled over fell to their knees. As they aproched a wall that was covered by a massive tapestry depicting the final battle between the Union and Empire he paused. I thought I would never have to pull this out again... I am sorry Angelus. Before she could reply he tore the massive piece of cloth off the wall and started tearing at loose bricks. Revealing a large stone door, witch then revealed several smaller ones that led to a chain of seven different doors. Ment to keep out even the most powerful of beasts on the world... to keep out Caim him self. Angelus stepped forward to put in the short combination only she knew to unlock the final door. Swinging it open revealed the gleaming steel of Caim's blade. One that was still stained by the blood of countless enemies. The object that had made him nearly invincible when he wielded it. He reached out with a trembling hand to grasp the hilt. But stopped short, his hand shaking uncontrolably. I promised you I would never toutch it again...

Angelus stepped forward and laid a hand on his, "Its ok. This is for our daughter." And guided his hand to the weapon that could either kill, or save their child.


"This is how the world ends." catchy... Well, theres another chapter at last. And it was a long one! OH MY GOD!!! I had several views on how events would lead to Opal's predicerment. What you see before you was around the fourth. And to be betrayed by the one you love! What the hell? Well I'll be working on the next xhapter for ya all, might be out some time soon. But here you go for now.