Transcending history and the world, a tale of souls and swords, eternally retold!
TO LOVE! TO SHINE!
We all need to shine on to see
How far wéve come on our journey
How far yet to go searchiń for our star
Deep in the night I pray in my heart
For that special light
To shower me with love
To shower me with power
To shine from above
I gotta get to the Edge of Soul
To carry on what I believed
In from the very start
I gotta get to the Edge of Soul
To carry on deep in my heart
TO LOVE! TO SHINE!
TO LOVE! TO SHINE!
Come strip down and face it, your all
́Bout time you broke down your wall
Free your mid, a brand new world
Waits for you, yoúll find
Nobody can just do it for you
It́s time that you knew
It́s up to you to love
It́s up to you to shine
The light truén blue
You gotta get to the Edge of Soul
To carry on what you believe
In from the very start
You gotta get to the Edge of Soul
To carry on deep in your heart
TO LOVE! TO SHINE!
TO LOVE! TO SHINE!
~ 'The Edge of Soul', Suzi Kim
Long ago, in the Ober-Getzenburg Holy Roman Empire, war had broken out; the land was filled with the stench of death. There was one man responsible for this- a Tyrant known by the name of Lord Daemon. This man led an army, and had planned to enslave his people. However, little did he know that his empire would fall to his own flesh and blood in the form of a boy.
Before, the woman had not known the man was corrupted; she had been married to him for a long time. However, she soon learned that he had been responsible for the death of her newborn daughter and son.
He had not known that her, her parents and their other two children had been in hiding, and one night, the Night of the Dragon, a night meant to honor the great dragon that slept in the mountains- it was said this dragon once saved their people, and would awaken to save them again in their darkest hour- the child was born. He had piercing blue eyes and brown hair. The woman dubbed him Draco to honor the Dragon that had once saved their people. Though they were in poverty for a long time, they lived happy lives- though this would not last forever.
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5 years later, it was a day like any other. The boy was playing around in the underground hideout as he usually did; suddenly, he heard screams. The refugee camp was discovered and attacked by Daemon's army. The boy watched as people he had lived amongst were slain right before his eyes. He ran to get to his family, but it was too late. Lector, Daemon's right hand man and general of his army, had discovered them. Draco was just a boy, but he would not see his mother and sister die!
He rushed in, and tried to fight, but with no weapon the boy was defenseless. Lector first slashed his face, making a Y shaped scar; hacked off the boy's right arm, and then stabbed him in the chest to finish him off. However, this bought his elder brother a chance to make it to the camp with his scythe, which was blessed by the great dragon, and had one of its fangs at its very core; he was able to fend off Lector so that his family could escape, along with Draco's lifeless body.
.::~::.
The family mourned their fallen one, but the boy's grandfather had an idea- he covered the body in rags and left on a journey to the mountains. After days of traveling he reached his destination. The old man knew the prophecy, and had been in the village at the time the dragon had saved it, but he knew the dragon was old and dying.
After a long, wordless conversation with the divine beast, it agreed to help. It opened its own chest, and removed its own heart, and then opened the boy's chest and replaced his heart with its own. The boy's body became anew, and his arm regenerated.
The boy awoke, stunned to see the Great Dragon before him. With its last words the beast said, "Go, young one, and make your own destiny."
The boy and his grandfather left the mountains and returned to the village. His family was over joyed, but his mother knew it was not safe for him there. She decided to send him and her eldest son to Grandall. Before he was sent the boy was told the story of his people's blight, and that the cause was his own father. The boy learned everything, and this would motivate him to be his best.
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For years the two boys trained under the watchful eye of General Giradot; the man saw great potential in them. Eventually this land too broke out in war, and this child Draco would be the key figure in the war.
Along with his unit the boy fought against many foes; forces from Dalkia, Halteese, and Maletta. This war would later become known as the Mantis War, but in the end the boy would lose his mentor Giradot, and learn what truly had corrupted the land- the demonic sword Soul Edge, and its wielder, the Emperor of Grandall itself, Strife. The young man would win the war, and defeat Strife and Soul Edge with the help of Soul Calibur, and would then return to his home land shortly after losing his fiancee and daughter to another man, but would also separate from his brother Drake because of an argument over the two Soul blades.
Draco would free his land from his father Lord Daemon, and restore peace soon afterwards; a new journey would begin for him after he went to seek his brother and find that he had apparently been slain by Soul Edge.
While trying to track down the evil sword, he came face to face with the Azure Knight, Nightmare and faced him; after a great battle Draco lost, but managed to retreat- he soon would learn, however, that he had been cursed by the demonic blade and this would begin a new Nightmare...