Disclaimer: I don't own Drakengard, but I made up that song, so which, by the rules to my understanding, means those lyrics can be there AS IT IS MADE UP. It is a fanfiction song. It only exists in my mind, and on a saved file, and for this fic. No one else has it, sung it, or whatever. And the story is not a song fic.

Author Notes: Chapter Ahoy


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No more angels in the sky
Gone the dragons flying high
All you left on the floor
Beg for mercy, fight no more.

Chapter One
Beast of the Sea

"M'Lady!" Came the shouts across the boat as it rocked and tossed in the water and waves while the storm around them whipped up winds as it seemed to become more frenzied in its fury.

Acting like it wanted to destroy the boat and those aboard it, the ship was sent rocking back and forth, causing the woman the distressed men shouted for to clutch at the rails as she felt her stomach roll and jostle, but atleast she had not taken in any food, so her stomach did not rebel like it had earlier in the day.

"Here, I'm here!" She cried out near sobbing as she clung to what she clutched at for dear life while the seas boiled about beneath and around the ship.

It wouldn't be so frightening for the young woman if the storm wasn't so bad. If the seas so rough. If lightning didn't flash in the sky or thunder seemingly crash all around them.

Shutting her eyes tightly, she whimpered, still clutching at the wood and nearly tearing splinters out with her nails as waves started to get high enough and rolled up, into the boat, drenching all in it's path and sending any unlucky soul sliding about the deck or worse, overboard.

"Hang on m'lady!" Came another shout from one of the men still able to stand, relatively unsoaked and not abandoning her to her fate like it seemed all others were attempting to try,

But it wasn't to be as another wave, stronger than the last seemed to rear up and slam down onto the boat like a fist, smashing it to splinters and flotsam.

Gwenyth struggled, but it was a futile effort as the dress she wore quickly became water logged, and it's wieght seemed to double or triple easily, dragging her down no matter how hard she tried.

The salt water stung at her eyes as she was forced to watch the turmoil of the oceans surface receed farther and farther as the dark, cold ocean griped at her with a killer intent, pulling her down.

A few air bubbles escaped her noise and mouth as her lungs burned and heaved, crying out for life giving oxygen and release, wanting the young lady to breathe out and then in. But in her mind that was slowly turning black as her vision faded from lack of fresh air and light, she knew that would be certain death.

But wasn't she dead already?

She could almost feel as if something was waiting for her to give up, to die. To gloat as her lifeless, limp, rag doll like body floated down to the depths below to be eaten by whatever lived down in that chilling dark water.

She could hear her heart slowly thump thump in her ears, and seeming to slow every second.

If her eyes had roamed from the sky of water above her, she might have seen a form in the murky black/blue out there.

She was just about to give in, and breathe the water into her lungs when something snapped out of the darkness, and twisted about her, gently stopping her fall to the ocean bottom still far below. She thought this was a dream, an illusion brought upon the lack of air for her mind.

Then, almost hauntingly; sounding like the sea itself if it had a voice, what caught her spoke. 'A human ... here? .. So long since I have seen one .. and not yet dead ...'

She would have started, afraid, but maybe this was the reaper come to collect her soul, to take her to oblivion where she belonged now since she was dead.

'Tell me, human, do you want to live? Or are you too far gone?'

She tried to speak, but only a few bubbles escaped her, and she tiredly nodded her head. Yes, she wanted to live, but surely, this was just a dream, and she was already dead.

The haunting voice told her what to do, and slugishly she managed somehow. And amongst the searing pain, she felt strength come, and the loss of something that she wasn't sure about what had gone missing.

And then the blonde haired human passed out.

She came too with a groan some time later. On a beach somewhere, with a storm raging in the distance. Coughing weakly, she attempted to push herself up, but failed, falling face forward onto the sand, gaining grains up her nose and in her mouth.

Sputtering weakly in an attempt to get the salty grit out of there, she tried to move again while weakly opening her eyes. Her right arm shifted, and she got it under herself. But when she tried to move the left, it was like a dead, iron wieght. A sound of confusion escaped her as she turned a bit, and stared at the limb. Nothing seemed wrong with it as it lay there unmoving.

If you didn't cound the large black tattoo that swirled and curved around the limb, covering it from her fingers all the way up to her shoulder. Around it and even her armpit if she dared look. It in itself wasn't that ugly, if a bit tribal. But the fact her arm was dead numb and unmoving chilled the young woman to the bone.

'You are alive, the loss of one limb is not so great. You might not be able to regrow it,' a voice said in her head, sounding like the one from her dream,'but you have three other sturdy apendages to use. So use them human, and wisely. For I can not protect you on land.'

She gaped as she grasped at the dawning realisation, the voice was real, and not from a dream, or her own imagination.

In a state of shock, the young woman went over flashes of memory of what happened after she fell into the water, and before awakening on the beach. And if she hadn't been in shock, she would have screamed in horror or anguish over what had happened.

"But, but it, it's just a legend. A Myth, this can't," she spoke aloud without realising it. Voicing the thoughts of her shocked mind as she attempted to sit up and continued to fail time and time again as it had yet to fully sink into her mind that the left arm was as good as gone now.

'Child, even myths and legends have facts,' the voice told her soothingly.