I do not own Soul Calibur 1, 2, or 3. I make no profit; I just wanted to make a story.
NOTE: I have created this story because I recently finished playing the game Soul Calibur III. I won't drag out saying I feel extremely sorry for Tira, Nightmare's manic servant. This story is a story based around Tira, and events that should have been in the stead of the current.
Chapter 1: A nameless
She bounced her way happily up the narrow stone pathway that ran oddly through the woods. Glancing around her through the patches of sunlight, she tried to get bearings of where she was. She could never tell anymore, it was just too much to remember when you wander.
Aiselne Drossel bounced against her waist, and she shifted it on her shoulder to where it was just far enough not to bounce anymore. She continued on this way, bouncing along through the wilderness, when finally a large clearing could be seen.
"Alright, a bed!" The green-clad killer broke into a sprint through the edge of the forest towards a house that stood near the other edge of the clearing. She had almost reached it when a farmer came around the side of it. He had been fumbling with a tool before he saw her, but when he did, he almost dead fainted. The girl was hardly wearing anything. Not to mention she had looks that could kill (no pun intended).
He was so caught up in her appearance he neglected to notice the enormous ring slung over her shoulder.
"High, I'm staying here tonight, ok?" She let the ring drop to the ground so she could lean on it.
Speechless, the farmer could hardly beckon her towards the house to come inside.
Suddenly, a high, ringing voice echoed from inside it.
"Tenimus, who's out there? If it's Pariel, you tell him he's more than welcome to come inside and visit." Out stepped a rather short woman, her hair tied back with a white, lacey bandana.
She saw Tira and stopped, "Oh my, where did you spring from, dear?"
The girl pointed lazily across the field, "I walked through the woods over there. There's nothing in there to play with though…"
The sad note on the end of the statement pricked at the old woman's mind. As any sturdy woman who lives in the wilderness would know, you have to be cautious. She wordlessly motioned the farmer to come with her inside. Leaning on Aiselne Drossel, unvexed, the girl stared about her carelessly.
Inside, the old woman was arguing with her husband, "Something is wrong with that girl, I can just feel it! You march her right over to Pariel; he'll take care of her. I don't want her in my house!"
"C'mon, Amelia, what harm can a girl do?"
Amelia swelled to a rather purple hue, "Did you see that thing she's totin' around? Or were you too busy staring at her chest you buffoon?"
The whispering battle inside lasted a minute or two, leaving the green dressed girl to grow impatient. Finally, the two emerged.
The old woman was of paler complexion than before and the man looked rather grumpy.
Amelia stepped towards the girl, "You can stay the night dear, but you have to leave your weapon out here."
The girl shook her head, "Nuh-uh, I'm taking it with me." Had she not carried a large circular blade, any casual observer would have imagined a stubborn child telling a grown-up that they weren't going to stop doing something bad.
The old woman puffed up like a balloon, "Now you listen, child, I'm not letting you into my house if you're gonna refuse to do what I tell you!"
The change on the girls face was horrible. Where at first a child-like expression had graced the beautiful features, a glare full of malice was staring daggers at the woman. The radical change in her voice was easily noticeable as well.
"I think you can die now.."
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All right, I really need feed-back for this, because I really enjoy writing misleading things, and I just have to know what you think. Think I said 'I' enough in that sentence:P
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