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!

It took me a while to decide on how to paint the scene but I finally decided on this, so here ya go.

Chapter 8: Flames of the Past, Blood of the Future

Opal frowned as the last piece of prey ran out of the room. She tossed the piece of metal aside that she had torn off one of the other prey. Now she had to chase it down! Chasing prey was no fun; they always liked hiding in places where she couldn't get to them. Standing the hybrid walked out of the room and into the hallway. Soldiers loyal to her mother were fighting hard against traitors. Opal hissed, fools thought they could kill her! She'd kill any in her way.

As the traveler walked up to the gate it was obvious now wasn't a good time. Soldiers fought almost every square inch for the fortress. Realizing the defenders were outnumbered he rushed forward to help. He needed to find Caim and Angelus!

Opal screeched like a banshee. The blade she had picked up off a corpse found another victim, her strength forced the steel through stone with ease as it swung around, her claws rending stone and armor like butter. She charged forward and tore another traitor off of a loyal knight, "Thanks…" Opal ignored him and continued on.

Slowly as she wove her way through the ancient citadel her parents had claimed Opal cleared away traitors where she found them. Soldiers and Knight thanked her for her help but were ignored. Walking into the throne room Opal slew another traitor as he tried to flee. A scream suddenly came from her left.

"What are you doing?" Opal easily recognized Ellen's voice. She hadn't talked to her since that morning… turning Opal rushed over to where she heard the voice come from.

She found Ellen and one of her mother's knights tapped against the dais that held the thrones, four traitors looking at them with lust in their eyes, Opal recognized Ellen's escorts. "Your father was right to leave you out of the planning. Your loyal to a man that is dead and gone. His wife is a fool, why do you follow them?" They rushed the knight. He fought bravely but was quickly felled, taking one of the traitors with him.

Ellen stood defiant against them, gripping her dress, "I've followed them all my life! Haven't you? Didn't my father swear his loyalty to lord Caim?"

The speaker laughed, "Lord Caim is dead! We-" Opal didn't let him finish, his shout turned into a gurgling noise as her claw appeared in his throat. Blood spilled down his as he tried in vain for breadth. All three spectators watched in horror as she withdrew her hand and licked the blood off slowly, "Who else wants to insult my mother, father, and friend?" The remaining soldiers jumped at her, blades bare. She raised her own and blocked one, her claws cutting the other sword to pieces. Then they found their way into the wielder's stomach. As Opal listened to his dying gasps the other soldier struck her in the back. She screamed in pain and spun in fury: it took her only moments to reduce the fool to a pile of bite-size pieces. She stumbled backwards; her attack on him had reopened her chest wound.

Ellen rushed to her friend's side, "Opal! Are you OK? You're hurt!" Ellen's sympathy quickly irritated the hybrid. She didn't have time for this!

"I'm ok! Seriously! These are just flesh wounds. I have prey to catch…" She paused at the bloodthirsty in her own voice. It was audible. Ellen backed away from her, Opal continued keeping a firm control on her voice, "You go find somewhere to hide and wait out this fight. I need to go help my mother and father." With that she stood and rushed out to the courtyard.

The traveler had been able to keep his cloak around him so no one knew who he was. Hopefully no one noticed his odd gait either. The two swords he had picked up along the way had also helped to keep his identity a secret. Now would be a bind time for anyone to figure out who he was. The Chaos that had filled the Citadel was starting to calm some; the traitors were being pushed back due to Caim and Angelus's power. A small bit of it was also thanks to him and the one he had come to be known as Opal. He had caught a glimpse of her, pausing to 'taste' one or two corpses. It had left him slightly disturbed. A soldier, most likely a traitor from the rage in his eyes charged strait at him, sword raised. The man blocked the blow with one blade and sent the other into the man's gut. From the looks of it the traitors were making a break for the courtyard. He might find Angelus and Caim there…

Caim kicked the half-closed front doors open. Striding out the group of Knights that had been with them since the council room followed out, Feord, wounded but still able to fight also followed. The chaos in the courtyard was deafening.

Soldiers were all over the place fighting. Most of the traitors were trying to fight their way out of the gate as the loyal soldiers pushed them back. Caim smiled, at least not all of his soldiers were useless. The appearance of the lord and lady sent many more traitors into flight. "I'll check on Opal. I'll let you indulge your self on these fools." Angelus's calm dismissal amused Caim. He hefted his blade; this was going to be fun…

A sudden crash and the destruction of a door outward heralded the arrival of Opal in her blood-crazed state. She was dragging a dead traitor with her in her clawed hand. Head crushed it was no more then a corpse. She hissed as more traitors ran from the terrifying sight. She frowned and walked after them, then paused as a cloaked figure sneaking along in the shadows caught her attention. He seemed strange… an odd limp in his gait showed that he had some form of wound, but a hidden instinct demanded that she challenge him for trespassing on her territory… why escaped her. All she knew was that he shouldn't be there, but was and she was going to fix that. Dropping the corpse she had in her hand she strode towards the figure. Reading the sword she had acquired she took flight and flew at him.

He had little to no time to react once he had noticed her. Leaping out of the way the traveler readied the two swords he had against his new adversary. As she drew the blade out of the wall that had tried eating it Opal snarled before leaping again, with a downward strike. The other parried with his sword, the impact caused both to shatter. Opal screeched in rage, his strength was equal to her own. But he didn't have claws! She swung her clawed hand around to strike at him, the traveler tried to parry the blow with his other but to his dismay the blade was cut down to size. Throwing the hilt away he stood his ground against Opal.

How can this person think he can fight against Opal without a weapon?

"Maybe he has his own secrets."

What secrets might those be? None can stand long against our daughter and live from the looks of it.

"He might be able to. We must be prepared to break up the fight."

Agreed my love. Though I hate to intervene.

"Your so stubborn!"

Opal hissed and charged her foe. The man suddenly dropped into a crouch and kicked. A dragon-like foot connected squarely with Opal's stomach, earning a loud grunt. The force of the kick had lifted the hybrid off her feet and flung her back against the wall. The resounding crash made Angelus wince. Caim watched emotionless as the fight continued. There was something familiar about the cloaked one… He pushed the thought aside and forced him self to watch the fight. He wished to see how strong his daughter was. If it looked as if she was going to lose, or be fatally wounded he would step in.

Opal by this time had crawled to her feet. Her hiss had a reptilian edge as she charged again. Claw striking as fast as a snake, a tail appeared as her foe deflected her blow, making Opal spin. Yet, instead of trying to stop it she sped up the spin for the momentum. Swinging around she used the whole of her wing and slammed it into her adversary. Taken by surprise her foe was lifted off his feet and sent flying: literally batted away like a ball with a bat. Opal's wing claw had caught a hold of the other's cloak and tore it from him. Opal, Angelus, and Caim could only stare at the form that landed hard on the ground not fifteen feet away from the winged Hybrid.

The son Caim and Angelus had thought he had killed stood from the dust. Scars covering his body, draconian feet and tail now revealed. He looked to his parents on the stairs, searching for their reaction. Caim dropped his sword and Angelus laid a hand on his shoulder, and covered her mouth.

He's alive…

"I thought he was dead…"

How could anyone survive a fall like that?

"He is our son… who else?"

Caim took a step forward, but Opal's screech stopped him. She didn't care that there was another like her. He had trespassed on her territory and had to pay the price! She leapt into the air and raised her scaled hand, "You shall burn!" The banshee screech echoed off the walls of the ancient castle. She thrust her had down at him, screaming in a language older then the world, and a fireball laced with ice erupted from her hand and flew towards the other hybrid. He raised his own hands, and muttering in the same language was able to dispel the blast just before it reached him: and through the dissipating fire and ice Opal flew screeching. Taken off guard he leapt back to avoid the claws before they turned him into sliced ham. Then he surged forward himself, blocking her human hand with his own and slammed a fist into the side of her head.

Opal fell back stunned; the blow had been strong and precise. Stumbling backwards she quickly regained her orientation and charged forward again. Her claw flickered like a mirage. Her opponent blocked with either tail, or foot. Once in a while he deflected with his human arms to attempt to strike her head again. But the same trick never worked twice on her. When he tried to strike with a fist she blocked with a wing and pushed his hand aside and struck with a claw, but he then deflected it with his tail.

She was getting frustrated. Why wouldn't this impudent imp die? He was stubborn and prideful! Hissing Opal thrust with a powerful strike. As expected the other hybrid deflected the blow, but this time Opal launched herself at him.

Remembering what had happen to the others she had killed the boy tried to jump backward, but was too slow. Opal felt her teeth sink into his soft flesh along the collarbone. The male hybrid roared in rage and pain, and both pushed off of each other at the same time. The male skidded away from the female, a thin trail of blood trailing after him. He pressed against the wound with his hand and Opal spat out his blood.

"Nasty… you don't taste very good."

The male grinned, "I might say the same about you." They both laughed softly. Opal huffed in exhaustion before suddenly going into a crouch and pushed off into a run. The male readied himself and as she struck with her claw he deflected it and stuck her in the stomach. With the air knocked out of her Opal felt her body give way to blackness of sleep, "You win…" and collapsed in his arms.

boo freaking ya..... AWSOME!!

For those of you who have not noticed the one Opal had been fighting was Naeovex (C) to UnmercyfulDrath. And before any of you say a thing she said I could use him! I think... pretty sure she did.

Hope you all liked this chapter. Took me forever to decide on how I wanted to do this, poor Opal got her but kicked Dx