Soul Calibur: Legacy of the Blade
A Fanfiction
by Torankusu Senshi
Prologue: Legends
Every age has it's legends. These stories began as truth, and, with the passage of time, became myth. They are stories of valor, compassion, and temperance. However, they are also stories of darkness; tales of hatred, envy, and vengeance.
Every era has it's heroes. They are the people who's stories shine brightly in history; the people who are responsible for inspiring the rest of the world with the tellings of their greatness. They are the men and women who faced the heart of adversity, the people who, in their brief, mortal lives, stood tall and shook the heavens.
Every time has it's villains. These beings embody the forces of the dark; they leave death and destruction in their wake. They pursue power, crave dominion, and to them, the ends always justify the means. They are the men and women who leave the world scarred, and can never be forgotten.
Every age has it's legends.
This tale begins in a simpler age. An age where ships sailed the high seas, where it took months to cross small portions of map, where couriers, not machines, brought messages across the countryside. During this time, nations freely conquered and warred with one another for empires and colonies, and the balance of power was constantly shifting. Battles were decided on the ground, not in the air, and the measure of a warrior was found not in the complexity of his weapon but in the sureness of his strike. Killing was not done at a distance, but up close, where one could feel the last breaths of an opponent, see the focus of the eyes dull as life left the mortal shell.
This is a story about a sword, a blade that nearly unhinged the world with its unholy might. It summoned to it the strongest souls of its time, the greatest of all warriors, of all soldiers. It used false legends, false hopes, to aid in its quest; for those not deceived, it called them simply with its undying lust for power. Armies fell to this sword, and many lives, both great and small, were lost. It's name was the Soul Edge.
The call was sent to all the corners of the Earth. Whether or not they knew it, these men and women, these chosen warriors, were answering the call of the Sword. And so the great tale of strife, desire, and redemption began....
The Quest for the Soul Edge.
A Fanfiction
by Torankusu Senshi
Prologue: Legends
Every age has it's legends. These stories began as truth, and, with the passage of time, became myth. They are stories of valor, compassion, and temperance. However, they are also stories of darkness; tales of hatred, envy, and vengeance.
Every era has it's heroes. They are the people who's stories shine brightly in history; the people who are responsible for inspiring the rest of the world with the tellings of their greatness. They are the men and women who faced the heart of adversity, the people who, in their brief, mortal lives, stood tall and shook the heavens.
Every time has it's villains. These beings embody the forces of the dark; they leave death and destruction in their wake. They pursue power, crave dominion, and to them, the ends always justify the means. They are the men and women who leave the world scarred, and can never be forgotten.
Every age has it's legends.
This tale begins in a simpler age. An age where ships sailed the high seas, where it took months to cross small portions of map, where couriers, not machines, brought messages across the countryside. During this time, nations freely conquered and warred with one another for empires and colonies, and the balance of power was constantly shifting. Battles were decided on the ground, not in the air, and the measure of a warrior was found not in the complexity of his weapon but in the sureness of his strike. Killing was not done at a distance, but up close, where one could feel the last breaths of an opponent, see the focus of the eyes dull as life left the mortal shell.
This is a story about a sword, a blade that nearly unhinged the world with its unholy might. It summoned to it the strongest souls of its time, the greatest of all warriors, of all soldiers. It used false legends, false hopes, to aid in its quest; for those not deceived, it called them simply with its undying lust for power. Armies fell to this sword, and many lives, both great and small, were lost. It's name was the Soul Edge.
The call was sent to all the corners of the Earth. Whether or not they knew it, these men and women, these chosen warriors, were answering the call of the Sword. And so the great tale of strife, desire, and redemption began....
The Quest for the Soul Edge.