Disclaimer: Still don't own Drakengard or any characters in the game. I do however own the original characters.

Authors Notes: This is where I start to feel I'm gonna be hated for doing something cliche or well, what I've done. Not getting reviews is not what I expect, if anyone notices, I lack in that aera. It's being hated for plot that I fear. So yeah. Anyways, here is long awaited chappy eight. Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter Eight
Falling Divided

Tybalt had finally managed to shake off the horrible thoughts still floating about from that nightmare brought by that thing, that the dragon said attacked him. Shuddering a little, Tybalt started to wonder if anything was still safe from these things if they could even attack you in your own mind.

The dragon seemed to notice his shudder and the way his thoughts seemed to help agitate him into a glowering mess, but how could she not with Tybalt trying to figure out where you sat on a dragon, and with the bond between them.

"I will not let something like that happen again human."

Tybalt snorted a little and then muttered something under his breath before saying, "Why did it happen in the first place, and my name isn't human."

The Dragon didn't answer right away, infact, she didn't respond at all.

Tybalt paused as he climbed off the dragon, feet dangling and far above the ground enough for him to dangle a little. "Dragon ..." Tybalt began, sending the dragon a look that she clearly ignored by not looking at Tybalt, "Were you asleep?"

"I don't have to answer that."

"You were!" Tybalt shouted, letting one hand move to point at her head, and of course caused himself to lose his grip sending himself sliding and falling to the ground with a thud. Wincing a little, he grumbled before picking himself up, and then turned a glare onto the dragon. "You go on about how you're stronger than me and those, things, and you were asleep yourself!"

The violet lizard like creature snarled softly before turning burning amber eyes onto Tybalt, "I am stronger than you, do not dare compare me to the likes of you. I did not see you trying to out fly an abomination!"

"No I just had been stabbed half to death a few hours ago and had something try to invade my dreams! I think the true weakling here is you dragon!"

Roaring, she lunged, and for a few seconds Tybalt had the horrible realisation maybe he went too far as the dragon landed a solid hit to his middle and sent him flying backwards to crash into a tree.

Groaning in pain as he let himself lay where he fell after that, he heard the dragon whining in pain also and started to laugh, or as much as he dared as his torso still hurt, alot.

"I should eat you!" The dragon declared, and Tybalt only laughed at the dragon still.

"You can't, you'll hurt yourself more,"

Snarling, he felt a shadow loom over him and the dragon snorted on him before shoving him again with her snout. "I should have let you die." She snapped out before taking to the air, leaving Tybalt to recover on his own.

Tybalt just continued to lay where he had fallen, muttering near inaudible but a few things were said louder than others, such as 'moody, bitch,' and 'should have fallen to spite you,' before he finally shifted to get to his feet, still muttering under his breath like it was the best thing to do when mad at something.

Drawing one of his swords and using it as a sort of cane, Tybalt was able to stay upright and hobble around a bit, as his body still didn't seem to want to work properly. That can mostly be blamed on the fact he had been struck in the middle, and thrown against a tree. But as stubborn as he was, he would never let something like that slow him down.

So continuing to use the weapon as a walking aid, Tybalt started to make his way to wherever. Not really caring where he was going, just so long as he gets there and doesn't have to deal with the dragon anytime soon.

Up in the air, far above him, the dragon was growling and hissing to herself as she caught air currents and thermals to stay aloft without having to waste effort in flapping her wings. As she continued to stay in the air, in something she would adamantly claim was not a tactic to avoid speaking with the human, the violet colored dragon thought she saw something on the horizon on one of her circlings up a thermal. Nearly turning on a dime, she brought herself about to face the far off object.

And upon viewing it again, she almost fell out of the sky. It was another dragon! And not an abomination! Roaring out in calling to the dragon, she heard it answer faintly with a roar of it's own.

Flapping madly, the violet one started to make her way to the far off dragon, joy surging through her. She had thought she was the last, and here she was shown she was wrong! She couldn't tell what color the other dragon was, but once she was closer she would see it. All she cared about was getting to that other dragon…

Forgetting entirely about the human she was bonded too.

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It felt like he had been walking for hours, but it had to only have been a few minutes, right? Right.

Tybalt was not going to say he was afraid, even if he really never had ever traversed a forest in the dark. And he tried not to focus on the fact it had only been just after noon a few minutes ago.

Cautiously, he reached out to contact the dragon, only to find a void. Still, Tybalt would not let himself feel fear. Now was not the time for such petty emotions. As cautiously as he'd searched for the dragon, he slowly drew his second weapon into his free hand, not wanting to wait till it was too late to draw it.

The wrongness of whatever was going on just seeped into his mind to the core. It had that same nasty taste as when those shadow soldier things had attacked, striking down his fellow warriors, and himself.

'Where is that blasted dragon?' He thought acidly, 'she should be here!' And not flying around and leaving him to get out of this possible trap. Even if he had been the one to walk right into it.

But she wasn't here and Tybalt was on his own.

Eyes darting about as he tried to keep calm and his breath even, only now did he realise just how dark it had become, he couldn't even see past his face. His eyes grew wide, it hadn't been that dark seconds ago!

"What is this!" He shouted, trying to hide the tremor of fear, "Show yourself!"

Silence ... then, laughter. It was faint at first and then grew louder and louder untill the maker of the sound stepped forward, and the darkness started to seep away. Tybalt stepped back, bringing both swords up, pointing towards the figure.

It was obviously female, and the way it was scantily clad helped prove that fact as it showed off more skin than Tybalt had even seen a prostitute show, a twin wings flared out from behind her, and from the waves of golden blonde hair another smaller pair twitched idly. Her eyes were like the darkest sapphires, and skin looked almost as white as snow, and soft as silk.

For a moment, Tybalt wanted to reach out and touch this apparent goddess, throw himself to her feet, beg her to-

Green eyes growing wide, Tybalt quickly shook his head and sent the devious and traitor like thoughts away. Banishing them. Then narrowing his eyes he almost growled at the .. thing before him.

"Who are you, what do you want!" He snapped out, glaring at this woman like being. She smiled, showing off a set of perfect teeth ... that were also sharp at the ends, much like a wolfs'.

"Why you, little human," she began, nearly whispering as she stepped closer causing Tybalt to falter a second before he held his ground. "You see ... you are messing with our plans, and I can't stand for that."

Shifting his wieght slightly, Tybalt prepared himself to attack this being. And this seemed to amuse her. She laughed. "You think you can fight me, a goddess? You don't even have your partner with you,"

Sneering, the woman pointed over Tybalt's shoulder. "It is he, you should be more worried about fighting, mortal."

Wide eyed, Tybalt whirled about, just in time to see the large long sword sweep down and nearly flay him open, if he had been just an inch closer to that silver/blue weapon, he'd be dead.

Leaping backwards and holding one sword out ready to pary any attack and one close to block it if it made it through the other, Tybalt glanced at his opponent, and felt the tiniest ammount of dread. For Tybalt found himself looking into the face of a madman … that surely had far better training than he, and years of experience in combat that out wieghed Tybalt's own.

"Gone the angels from up high
Gone the judges in the sky
Cry in fear all that's left
For your fate is that of ash
,"

His attention was snapped to the thing that called herself a goddess, that voice, that had been the one to torment his dream before! But the mistake Tybalt made cost him dearly, as the maddened warrior leapt forth, slashing at Tybalt, sending one of his weapons flying into the gloom, clattering loudly from wherever it had landed.

The insane warrior grinned and lunged at Tybalt again, forcing him to backtrack then break out into a run to stay ahead of the sword. Terror clutch at his heart, soul and mind. This was someone he could not fight against! He was going to die! This wasn't how he wanted to die! But Tybalt just couldn't force himself to turn around and face his enemy, to die a soldier's death. For some unknown reason he just couldn't fight off this terror that clawed at him.

'Dragon where are you? I need you! I admit it! Where are you!'

But there came no answer to his call.

He was alone. He was going to have to face this human and this goddess on his own. But he'd never be able to do that if he was still gripped by this mindless terror that urged him to run and not fight. Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to fight this near overpowering urge to continue to run like a coward.

It didn't seem to work, and the insane man that seemed to enjoy the thought of being able to slice Tybalt to ribbons with his sword continued to chase him, taking advantage of the unguarded back and attempted to do just that.

Crying out, Tybalt felt the sword slice into his back and his shirt was gone, the reason was clear as the long angery, bleeding line in his flesh would have reached the collar of his shirt to the him. He staggered, and the enemy once more took advantage, slashing at his back again.

More blood flew and Tybalt screamed, it didn't feel just like a sword cutting him, it felt like the sword was draining something from him, like his blood, and it left a line of fire and agony in it's wake. He whirled around as best he could, brining his lone sword to bear. But the enemy's massive silver/blue sword was nearly three times in width, and heavier. His sword was no match as it was shattered.

Gasping in shock all Tybalt could do was stare at the remains of one of his weapons, there was barely a shard of metal in the hilt he held.

So he didn't see when the sword came down and struck him a third time, sending him over, or again and again as he lost concious after the fourth attack. The man continued to savage the fallen form of Tybalt before the goddess waved her hand. "Enough, you've killed him. And even if he isn't dead now, with those wounds he'll bleed out in moments. We have others to take care of."

The man didn't respond verbally, but he did remove his weapon from Tybalt's bleeding stomach, and headed over to the goddess, both disappearing in a flash of light as the shadows started to disappear from around the limp and bleeding form of Tybalt.

He lay on the moss covered ground like an abandond toy. All was silent.

And then; 'HUMAN!' The scream tore at the air in the form of a roar, and everything near telepathic. One would have had to be death and mindless to not hear that traumatised scream of agony, fear and loss.

The dragon didn't wonder how she was still alive, or how she was just feeling her own pain from her own injuries and non from her partner. She screamed again, as if it would fight back the reaper, bring fear to the heart of the collector of dead. But it didn't work.

Shuddering from her own wounds, the violet form fell to the earth feet away from the human, amber eyes growing dull as crimson cascaded down violet, pooling around herself much as the human's own blood did to him.

The silence stretched out to an eternity before a crack of thunder from a far off storm broke the silence. But not the truth of what happened.

Tybalt and the Dragon were dead.