Disclaimer: I don't own Kilik, any other character associated with the Soul Calibur series, or the series itself.
Author Notes: I've been a fan of Soul Calibur since I was a little girl so I decided to make the Soul Calibur story easier to follow. Kilik also has always been an interesting character to me. So, with that I am taking Kilik's story and making him relive it. The excerpts at the beginnings of chapters are what he's thinking NOW, because this story is him, basically looking back. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is encouraged. :)
Destiny Awakened
The crisp air filled my lungs as I paced the crippling garden, in all of its dry color and desiccated feel. Almost as desolate as the life inside of me. But nothing could be as isolated, as abandoned, as the one who stands in their own garden wondering why the trees can't reason. Perhaps it is the will of science, perhaps the will of God, or perhaps just the changing of the seasons. All that talks back is the wind, in hushed, confusing whispers- only bringing on more questions to unrequited answers.
Everything is gone now. And all that remains is to rebuild whatever I have left and purge the evil from this ice-cold heart I bear in my chest. And from the rest of the world.
After the Fire
I trudged on, dragging Kali-Yuga along behind me. If I deserved to be drug across the earth, as did it. After the evil seed hailed down on the temple, there seemed no point to anything. Xianglian fell at my hand, my staff, my evil. The only thing remaining was to keep moving…but how? How can you move at all when your best friend, your sister died to save you?
What made you so special?
I collapsed in exhaustion in the lonely hills under a tree, wilted and infected with poison ivy. My head was pounding; I was drained of all energy but my body itched to move. Perhaps I was not drained of all energy. Suddenly, I began shaking violently in a crippled heap on the ground. My chest erupted with an agonizing pain that rushed through my body. I clutched my torso with the same intensity as it clutched me. Trembling, I grasped the Dvapara-Yuga across my shoulder, asking for forgiveness or whatever would rid of the torture.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Everything faded to black.
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I woke to the sunlight, flooding through the room, wrapping me in a warm ribbon of serenity. A cool breeze swept chestnut hair into my eyes. Brushing it away, I sat up from my snug bed, stuffed with straw and disguised with cotton sheets. My surroundings were picturesque and most pleasing to the eye. It truly felt like a home, as much of a home as I had ever stumbled upon in my short life of 19 years. The walls and floors of timber, the small dresser filled with fresh linens, the small candle next to the book titled "Wushu: A Majestic Story", even down to the green wildflowers which were crammed humorously into a tall glass of water- everything was peaceful- serene, if you will. I felt… alive.
Standing from my bed, I stepped over to the window. The view, as I had suspected, was even more incredible than the room itself. The dwelling rested on a crystal lake, sparkling with beauty and tranquility. There was an island in the middle of the lake, made of stone and perfectly parallel to the calm waters below. Why it was there, I would soon find out.
Breaking the hypnosis of the scenery, my hands reached up to grip Dvapara-Yuga. Its absence struck me like a stone to the skull. I turned around and darted to the door, ready to slay anyone who merely held it in their hands. Opening the door, I met a surprise standing on the other side. Readying myself, I positioned for a fight, just as I had been taught in the monastery.
"Where is it? I know you have it," I growled at the old man before me. His white hair was tucked in a ponytail and his beard of the same color engulfing his chin and a strange symbol on his forehead, one I was unfamiliar with.
"Safe. I promise." The man paused, scrutinizing me. "Good posture," he reassured, stroking his beard. "However, your legs need to be spread out more. Seeing as I can-…" He pushed me off balance with one hand.
I felt threatened. I was not sure if injuring an elder was against any code, especially seeing as he was an obvious professional. Pushing my doubts aside, I lunged at the man. Aiming at his chest, he saw it coming and seized my arm, pulling me forward and around, pinning me against the wall.
"Good form. However, mere intelligence is not the only necessity. You must be wise, intelligent, and strong willed. These three principles will keep you ready and steady against the forces of evil." He released me from his grasp.
Realizing my own weakness and the elder's strength, I stepped aside. My only key to Kali-Yuga and Dvapara-Yuga was reason.
"Sir, if you would not lend me my ornament, will you, at the very least, lend me my staff?"
The man laughed. "Boy, you will earn your trinkets after your training is complete. You may feel free to address me as Master from now until your lessons have finished." He began to walk back down the hall from which he arrived. "I'm fixing an particularly appetizing meal if you would like to join me for a quick snack before you endure the most grueling training you have ever encountered. Your monastery has nothing on me, little one."
His laugh rang back through the hall. Muttering to himself, he spewed, "Ignorant younglings."
Narrowing my eyes at the comment, I trudged down the hall- the ill-equipped, under-trained, ignorant youngling.