Drakengard
Chapter One. The Beginning
Verse 3. Dragon

The Castle Bailey...

Caim's legs moved speedily as he kept on going. His legs moved impatiently towards the inner castle as he looked over. Raiya and Oror were still fighting the surrounding army. Zheigo was fishing off the main army. In front of him was a pool of blood. It led to a dragon, tied up in tight metal chains and a few arrows bound to its side. Caim moved uneasily, forwards, but uneasily. He stepped forwards slowly, as he stopped. He moved back and ran forwards. The echo of his footsteps deafened him as he kept on going. He ran forwards as he saw the Red Dragon, one of the kind that murdered his father and mother.

Many arrows protruded from her red hide. Her eyelids closed firmly over her eyes. Caim thought about the dying dragon, hoping for any chance for forgiveness. He knew it wouldn't come as his heart beat heavily. The scar on his back bled harder as the pain caused chaos to rival inside him. His fingers lapped over his blade's handle. The blade, over his head, took percussive aim at the dragon.

"A dragon..." Caim muttered, slurring his 'r' into an 'l' sound.

Caim's hand lapped over Arriana's. His eyes looked forwards as Furiae hopped in front of him jumped a little girl, aged twelve, hopped out and smiled as Adon moved beside his wife. Arriana smiled as they walked forwards. He moved left and right as he watched his father's sword hanging behind him. His eyes watched the sword in the sheaf. His hands cracked together as he moved forwards.

"Father," Caim said, quietly. "Is the war against the Empire over? Lord Garamoir spoke differently. He told me the Kingdom of Ronin had grouped up all the seventeen kingdoms and combined them. He said something about a Union and that you was applying to join it and match the Empire!"

"You are just about half right, Caim," Adon replied, as he looked awkwardly at Arriana. "Except, we are joining together incase the Empire do attack. You know, they would outmatch one or two of our kingdoms but if they invade us all, then we will outmatch them. This is our era of peace. I doubt war would return again until your children's children's children are here. Though, it is better war appears now so that our descendants can live in peace."

"Oh," Caim replied.

A shadow lurked over them. Caim looked up as he saw a dragon flying over the sky. In a few moments of fright, Adon pulled Furiae behind Arriana. Caim covered his eyes as Adon ran forwards. Adon pulled his sword from the sheaf as the dragon made a speedy movement in a circle. Caim looked up as the dragon swirled downwards onto Adon. Caim moved towards Adon as Adon thrust his sword over his shoulder. The sword hit the dragon on its mouth, scarring it.

The dragon landed, moving backwards and then rising to the air. Adon span around as the dragon flew away. Adon smiled for a few seconds of heavy panting. Caim turned around and saw his mother crying. The dragon left them. Adon turned around as he tried to walk towards Caim and Furiae. He smiled at them as Caim's eyes widened. He looked around as Adon shoved as his blade.

"Father!"

The black dragon flapped down, its wings outspread. Adon knew it was about to hit him as he looked at Caim. Caim watched Adon scramble for his blade as it fell onto the floor. It hit the ground as the dragon lurched down. Adon felt the dragon's teeth smashing against his waist. His blood dripped immensely onto the floor. The pool of blood hit the ground painfully. Adon gave no scream as his body was ground in its jaws. The blood stung from its mouth.

"No!" Arriana cried. "Adon! O Adon, don't leave me, O Gods, save Adon!"

Arriana rushed towards the dragon, screaming. Caim moved after her as the dragon flew into the air. Caim's hand moved towards his mother. Furiae grabbed Caim, holding him around his chest. Caim knew he was powerless to do anything as the dragon moved down above his mother. The dragon lowered. Arriana span around to Caim and cried as her head split in two. Adon's body dropped from the dragon's mouth and hit the ground in pain.

The dragon's claw moved onto the ground behind Arriana. She stared at Caim and smiled weakly, as her body split completely into. Caim's eyes closed harshly as his mother was killed. Rubies coated the dragon's claw as he ducked. Furiae's wet tears soaked into his shirt. Caim stroked her hair softly. He kissed her on her forehead, as she let him rub her back. Yet still, Caim did not fall any tears. His eyes had watched this for too long - he was too angry to fall any drops. He couldn't rain on his sister now. He had to keep her safe. Grabbing her hand, he raced towards the castle, dragging her behind him and abandoning the corpses of his own parents. He ran faster - as fast as he could go. She was pulled behind him as she cried louder. His parents' corpses were on the floor, rotting for all he knew. There was nothing he could do.

Caim shook his head of the gruesome thought as he watched the Red Dragon lying upon the floor in injury. Caim stroked his back. A lashing scarred him, as he recalled the blow in the battle. Scarlet blood splayed the ground as he looked down. 'Resisters shall land in Hell' was written in her blood in two semi-circles to make a circle around her. He knew he had to kill the beast, which was unable to retaliate should he choose to kill it. Rage flooded his bloodshot eyes. Caim knew he was about to slay a deadly beast as he readied his sword. He moved towards it in agony. The only thing that reached him was anger and disdain as he moved to swipe it. In mid-air, the beast awoken. Caim stared at her as her slit eyes watched him.

"Kill me if you desire," the dragon grumbled as arrows in her pounce began to wobble. "But you can never dirty my soul, wretched human."

In a state of anger, Caim moved and tried to swipe her, but as the sword reached her hide, he cancelled the movements and stared at her white under-chest. Caim looked up down at the injured dragon. Suddenly, a thought reached him, and he realised that what he was about to say and do was idiotic, however it had to be done and dusted. Thinking about it, both the creatures, man and dragon, were dying, and they need each other and there souls to survive. He knew there was only one possible outcome. He made a mistake... the biggest one that he had or will ever do as he bluffed.

"Tell me," Caim began, as he stopped slowly, before continuing. "Do you still wish to live dragon?"

The dragon craned her neck as it looked at Caim, standing unsteadily before her. She watched as he readied to bloody his sword. She knew he wanted a sharp answer, so hesitating or longing it off would be a great idea to confuse this man. Caim swirled his sword in a circle as he brought it down beside him. In confusion, Caim pointed it at the dragon in anger. He needed to rescue his sister, and in this state, that would virtually be impossible to apprehend.

"What?" the dragon asked rapidly.

"A pact! There's no other way!"

Caim realised what he had just said. In his current state, he would upset Furiae, Inuart and his own men. He possibly wouldn't be able to role out his anger as he looked across. She had craned her neck in her anger as she looked at him. This odd human - like all humans - was a lust for bloodshed and death, risking their own lives. They destroyed those things that they built. They belonged to the same race, but unlike the dragon race, was separated by families. They were given royalty and peasantry ranks. Dragons were all the same superior to each other.

"What makes you worthy of a pact with me?" she blared at him.

"Worthy or not, I wish to live!" Caim shouted.

He heard the splat of the rubies splashing on the flagstones at his feet. The drops landed on his trousers, painting it red with blood. His eyes knew that what he was about to get was what he wasn't about to go for. His hands gripped tighter onto the handle. He remembered slowly about his own life. To own a dragon for a pact beast was to give away your life to a long-living creature who ridiculed his own race. That also meant packing off a signature resemblance to his self. For example, his eye sight was extraordinary. He could give up his sight. He had very excellent hearing so he could become deaf. He was always smiling when out of a battle, so he could hand away his joy or charm. He felt a lump in his throat but he uneasily shouted.

"Despise me if you will but I shall not die!" Caim shouted in anger. "Your answer! A pact... or death?"

She roared as about a hundred man rushed in through the gates. Caim rose his sword upon realising his enemies had broke in already. They could be killing Furiae right now. He imagined it - the body of Inuart lying over the few steps headless. His head was on the bottom of the stairs, Furiae's neck was diced into two, pinned up onto the wall with three swords through each limbs. Her eyes were plucked out and ground on the floor before her. He whispered quietly to himself the words 'Damn bastards, may they die in hell'. He felt his eyes smudge into white rays as he raced towards his enemies.

"You shall regret this," he growled to the dragon as he raced towards the warriors in front of him. "You will regret this with your own life.