Prologue – The Warrior with the Steel Paddle

Rumors are told about a warrior who came from another world. This warrior wielded a steel paddle almost as big as himself. Though his real name is Angelo, this young man is Leonsritt. A 19-year-old, this young warrior had come from the 21st century. He had been living a normal life, just like everyone else. Until one day, he had a bad day, having his belongings stolen by thieves. He chased them down, but had seemed to have lost them. Walking home, he had cursed himself for not defending himself. Arriving home, he entered his room and sat on his bed. Then looking at a weapon he had made, he told himself:

"If only I had this with me, then I would've still had my stuff with me..."

He had always wanted to know how would it feel like to be a hero, to feel how he can wield the steel paddle, his true potential. Wishing how he wanted to be in the SoulCalibur world, he had suddenly felt he started falling. He felt everything going away, saw everything going black, and had lost consciousness. As he woke up, he found out he wasn't in his room anymore, but in a forest. Confused, he picked himself up from the floor, looking around, seeing nothing but trees. Shaking the dirt he had on him, he also realized his clothes had a bit of a change. His shirt and buttoned shirt now had straps, and so did his cargo pants,and noticed a red bangle on his left hand. His buttoned shirt no longer had sleeves, and his shirt had lengthwise zippers. His pants also had lengthwise zippers. Picking up his steel paddle, he had heard noises coming towards his direction. Ready, he waited, and a band of thieves had been running from a town, with bags full of items of high value. They stopped in front of Angelo. The thieves took out their knives and prepared to take him down.

"Hand over the items. Now!"

"Like we'll listen to a kid like you!"

"You asked for it!"

Lunging himself to a fierce battle with the thieves, he had felt an evil sense of destruction with every swing of his sword, though he didn't mind it. And as he took them down, they had started retreating, leaving the items behind. The leader of the thieves had stood there in fear of this young man's skill of the sword. Pointing his steel paddle towards him, Angelo told him:

"Retreat unless you want something else taken from you..."

"H-here, just leave us alone!"

"You've been warned. If I see you again, you won't get a second chance from me."

With the thief running away, Angelo had successfully obtained the stolen items, but had started feeling a real stabbing pain in his arm. In pain, he grasped his right arm. A burning sensation had overcome him but had then quickly noticed a menacing purple glow had been emanating from his right arm. The pain had suddenly stopped, and he quickly got up on his feet.

"Whatever that was, it's not good, but I'll see what can I do about it later."

Setting his steel paddle on his back and carrying the items, he arrived at a small village. He had noticed some of the houses looked A LOT different than what he may have expected. He noticed people seemed to be dressed in a different manner, too. Angelo had stopped in the middle of a street, as the people turned to look at him.

"Are those our belongings?" Someone had asked.

"This village had items stolen right?" Angelo asked.

Most of the villagers noticed the bags of the stolen items and rejoiced. All the villagers had been thanking Angelo for recovering their items. He had been rewarded with some gold coins. At their gratitude, everyone had set a feast for Angelo. Though he was resting for a bit, the pain in his arm from earlier had been his main concern.

"What was it that made my arm hurt...?"

Thinking about it, his concentration had been broken by one of the villagers as the villager had told Angelo that the feast was ready. Angelo walked towards the big table. The village chief had called him over.

"Young and noble warrior, we thank you on behalf of the village for recovering our most valued possessions."

"If I wasn't there, then none of your items would be here."

"Are you by any chance traveling?"

"What makes you say that?"

"The clothing you wear... it tells that you're not from here."

"Well, yes, I am traveling."

"As a sign of gratitude, you can stay and rest here anytime."

"I really cannot thank you enough for this, sir."

"The village's blacksmith will repair your blade tonight."

"That's okay with me."

The feast had ended, and everyone had gone back to their huts. But Angelo still had an uneasy feeling about his arm pain. It also made him feel uneasy about the energy he had felt during that time. One of the village women had seen him awake. She walked up to him.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I guess, may I ask, what are you doing here?"

The woman had sat down in front of him.

"I saw what happened in the forest."

"Heh, those thieves, they were nothing."

"But do you wonder about your arm?"

"How do you know?"

"I saw the glow from your arm..."

Intrigued by this, Angelo wanted to know what was going on with his arm.

"There is a legend about this known as Soul Edge..."

"Soul Edge?"

Angelo had pretended he didn't know.

"Yes, you have a shard of Soul Edge in your arm."

"But how did this happen?"

"A warrior like you had obtained it somehow..."

"Huh, and the only way to remove it is the influence of Soul Calibur..."

"Have you heard about the legend of the Sacred and Evil Swords?"

"Yeah, I have."

Telling the woman this, he now realized where he was now... in the world of SoulCalibur... In order to keep lying to this woman, he acted dumbstruck...

"But you are not a traveler, are you...?"

"What do you know...?"

"Do not worry, your secret is well safe with me."

"Alright, but apparently I ended up here. I don't know how or why. I just did."

"I know the only way to get you back to where you belong."

"Tell me... How?"

"The warrior who wields Soul Calibur. Find him..."

"Siegfried, huh."

"Yes. Only Siegfried knows."

"But what about Isabella. She's an alchemist, isn't she?"

"Siegfried will lead you to her as well."

"Alright, so I'm gonna have to travel a long road..."

"Now get some rest for tomorrow morning..."

"Um, sure..."

The woman gets up and heads toward the door...

"Um, before you go..."

"Yes?"

"Thanks for keeping my secret and helping me with this."

"That's alright."

As the woman left, he still had an uneasy feeling about the Soul Edge shard in his arm. With a journey to accomplish, he had now fallen asleep.

The next morning, everyone had greeted Angelo with a warm morning. As the blacksmith had handed him his steel paddle, Angelo had been well prepared for the journey that awaits him. And as everyone had seen him, the village chief had come up to him...

"Noble warrior, we hope you go well on your travels."

"Thank you, sir"

"I suggest you take the path up north. You'll arrive in Greece when you get there."

"Thank you for telling me that. I will see you all again someday."

Heading north, Angelo walked but had been stopped by the village chief once again.

"We had never asked your name."

"My name?"

Angelo had looked forward. A long silence had come in between Angelo and the village chief with the villagers. Grasping firmly his sword, he raises it in the air.

"My name... Is Leonsritt... Leonsritt, the warrior with the steel paddle"

Angelo, now Leonsritt, had set his sword on his back once again and departed for Greece, where a journey full of comrades, enemies, and the sort, had awaited him...

Author's Notes: I don't own anything related to SoulCalibur. Yes, that includes Ivy, Siegfried, the swords and all. If I did, then that would be a miracle, and would've been good friends with the people at BANDAI NAMCO, but unfortunately, I'm not.