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!
Here we go. The Citadel shall fall as fire run wild and frost lines the halls!
Chapter 11: Symphony of Frost and Flame
Opal grimaced at the chess board chewing on one of her human nails. Her father grinned at her in triumph and Angelus watched bemused. Opal had no clue how he did it but Caim had let her keep all her strong pieces except for her bishops and knights. Other then that he had just toyed with her; literally!
He had maneuvered her to where he could surround all her pieces in the middle of the board. If Opal moved anything she would be in checkmate. Yet, it was her turn and she had to move. Sighing in defeat Opal moved her king forward one space and Caim's grin grew even wider as he moved his rook to the place it couldn't move unless her king did. Without dieing that was.
"Checkmate." Opal groaned as Angelus announced the verdict and fell back onto her bed defeated. The last three days since Caim had dug up his old chess set all but Angelus had tried to beat him. Opal had lost around thirteen times now, the captain of the guard eighteen, Feord thirty, and Naeovex somewhere close to about sixty. Opal had discovered Naeo didn't submit easily to defeat, even if it was obvious there was no victory to be had.
Caim on the other hand, hadn't lost even once. Opal wondered how her father could be so good at chess when he had been locked in that stupid cage for fifteen years. Sighing she sat up again, "I'm calling it a day from getting my but kicked." Caim gave a mute chuckle before standing. He held out his hand and Opal grasped it, "Good game." He grinned as he gathered the antique set and left. Angelus paused before leaving.
"Have you found that Sapphire yet? You know the one I gave you for your last birthday?" She raised an inquiring brow as Opal gulped. Angelus sighed, "You better find it before I get angry." With that she was gone.
Opal fell to her knees I relief. "That was close…" Standing again she walked over to her dresser and leaned across it to stare at the shining object behind it. The sapphire her mother had give her was easily the size of a man's fist. Probably worth eight times it's weight in gold the piece was invaluable, and Opal's dumb ass just had to drop the flaming thing behind the dresser. She grimaced not for the first time. The overly gilded thing was ridicules, three times the size it needed to be but it had been on sale and was half the price as all the other dressers in the same store at the time.
Opal hated it. Angelus had been able to move it effortlessly, but her daughter had quickly discovered she had only a fraction of her mother's real strength, thus leading to Opal learning her dresser was way to heavy for her to move on her own. She tapped her claw on the hardened wood. Some times she wondered why she even used the stupid thing. The closet has more space then she needs anyway.
Opal looked up from where she leaned across her dresser and spotted the sword her father had given her. It was short and engraved with magic, but Opal liked it. Caim had been teaching her how to properly wield the thing, and was doing the same thing with Naeo. According to Angelus he said the way we had wielded our weapons was sloppy. Yet, Opal wasn't planning on practicing with it, she had a better use for it right now.
Opal leaned back across the dresser and stuck her sword hilt first down into the crack and started to use it to shove the sapphire to where she could reach it from the side. It was almost there when she heard the bedroom door open. Opal fearing it was Angelus quickly looked over her shoulder, "Yes mother?"
When Opal looked over her shoulder from her position it wasn't her mother who was standing in the door. Instead she saw Naeo. Opal stared for about a minute at her brother who was staring at her rear end. Opal lay there across her dresser gaze lock with Naeo's. Her first instinct was to fling a fire ball at him, the second was to jiggle her but at him: the complete reason escaped her.
She watched as he turned around and quietly closed the door. Opal stared after him, her face bright red. She quickly sat up from her position and threw open her drawers and quickly grabbed one of her usual outfits. As she finished getting dressed Opal slipped out of her room and sighed. The hybrid quickly made her way to the kitchen and found what she was looking for. Naeo was trying to find some food and she snuck up behind him.
When he stood up with a new apple she initiated her plan. When he rose to full height she jumped on him, and put him into a head lock. He yelped as she made him bend backward at an odd angle, "You did not see that in the room! Got me?" Her voice held a dangerous hiss in it and he nodded. Last time he didn't, Opal had made it hard for him to move for several weeks: making further problems simple to fix.
She let him go and walked out of the kitchen, snatching up a loaf of bread on her way past. She didn't care what else Naeo thought as long as she was in charge. When Opal had asked for her mother's opinion, she had said it was something about superiority complexes, and she didn't care as long as Opal didn't try and take Caim. Opal had been bewildered by the last part until it dawned on her recently; and it had left her blushing profusely for almost a week when ever she looked at her father.
She shook her head again and found her self in the throne room leaning against one of the pillars. Her father and mother were listening to protesst about the kingdom, mostly in the region that had been the front of the rebellion. It had been hit hard by the war. Some of her parent's subjects had been wanting more help in rebuilding while others were content that the war was over. Opal had given up on following all the complaints and suggestion for it. She watched as the latest idiot left and Caim rubbed his eyes. It was obvious he was getting annoyed by the idiot questions about messes the fools could of worked out on their own. Opal shrugged and was about to leave the throne room, popping the last of her bread into her mouth she watched as a… hole, in reality suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. Opal stared at it, and as a creature seemed to step out of it she swallowed her mouthful of bread, "What is that?" It turned to her and Opal felt the strange beady eyes on her. It looked almost like an armored cat the size of three or four horses. And she watched as even more started stepping out of the hole. She walked up to them and was about to touch one when it attacked.
Opal was caught un prepared, a massive tail slammed into her in a full hit. The last thing she saw was a wall flying strait at her, and pain cascading across her wings and arm.
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Caim watched as the creature slammed it's too-large tail into his daughter. Angelus screamed in fury, and was suddenly in her dragon form, falling among the beasts. Caim felt his blade in his hand and leapt at the things, looking as if he flew through the air, and his sword came down with a resounding blow on one's head. The strange thing's head fell away as he stood, and the body collapsed, then he snarled at the remaining beasts as they turned from an infuriated Angelus to him. They started to scatter into the soldiers that lined the hall and chaos ensued, but a large quantity focused on him and the Red Dragon. He raised his blade, and struck again.
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Opal's eyes opened slowly. Pain filled her, but curiously one of her wings were totally numb. Not again! The thought thundered in her wracked mind as it dawned on her that her wing was shattered. Again! Opal worked her way to her feet and found chaos about her. Soldiers ran around in panic, as the strange beasts fell among them. The sounds of battle from the hole she had created with her passage showed that her mother and father were fighting.
Opal turned and stood aquarelle as a beast appeared, spears sticking out of it, and a dead soldier laying limply out of it's mouth. It was obvious now these things could be hurt, but looked like they were hard to kill. It jumped at her and Opal leapt her self. Her angle aloud her to get under it's attack and she was able to sink her claw's into it's underbelly, and she disemboweled it. Opal stood from it's corpse, licking her claws. It tasted strangely delicious… She sat down next to it.
