(Hey! I'm sorry it took me so long to make another story because I had been posting many stories lately and I thought I should give my mind a break so...I'm back!...Enjoy and please review and also be honest.

Patroklos, a young warrior was lost in a temple that was vacant and quiet. He wandered throughout the temple for several days and still didn't know where he was.

" Dammit! Where am I?" He asked himself confused.

He then saw a with a helmet that looked like a phoenix. His face could not be seen because of the helmet's features.

'' Who are you? You have no right to be here.'' The man said as he started to take a few steps closer to him.

" I am sorry sir but I woke up and found myself here. I was looking for my sister Pyrrha. I haven't seen her since I passed out several days ago.'' He replied as the man looked away from him.

" What is your name young warrior?'' He asked.

" Patroklos...Sir.'' He said weakly.

" And your name if you don't mind me asking?'' Patroklos asked taking one step forward.

" My name is Kilik and like I said before, you have no right to be here.'' Kilik said as he raised his arm and a weapon just appeared in his hand.

He had the style Nightmare has. Kilik got into his stance and prepared to fight Patroklos.

" Hey fighting is not necessary! Please back down!'' Patroklos said waving his hands up to his chest.

'' No you should back down.'' Kilik said as he came charging towards him.

Patroklos tried to block the attack but his weapon was too weak for Kilik's sword as he hit Patroklos right on his head and knocking him to the ground. Blood was coming out of his head like a waterfall but he wasn't dead. Kilik dropped his sword and walked towards him knelled down by his side.

" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you so badly.'' Kilik said worried.

" It's fine I'm not in that much pain.'' Patroklos said lying.

" Here. I'll heal you.'' Kilik said as he put his hand on Patroklos's head.

Then purple, yellowish power came out of his hands mysteriously making his wound go away and all of the bleeding stop.

" There you'll be fine now.'' Kilik said helping him up.

" So your name is Kilik huh?" He asked.

Kilik nodded.

" A women with short, white hair told me about you. She said that you've had one of the three sacred were with a women with a Chinese sword and a man with nun-chucks. I think it was called the...Kali-Yuga. Am I right?'' Patroklos asked.

" Yes you are right. But this woman with white, short hair... was it Ivy?'' Kilik asked getting more interested in the conversation.

" I believe so.'' Patroklos responded.

"PATROKLOS!" A mysterious voice said.

Patroklos was sure that it was Pyrrha calling his name. Pyrrha walked into the room carrying Soul Edge in her hands, her eyes were bloody red.

" Pyrrha no!'' Patroklos said then looking at Kilik who was now looking very shocked.

" W...We have to stop her before it's too late!" Patroklos yelled as he got into his stance that looked pretty fancy.

'' Give me your soul and I will be on my way or you can taste my wrath.'' Pyrrha said Soul Edge's eye opened. It then started to glow.

" No...no I won't let you...I won't let you hurt anyone! I swear on my name I will stop this!" Patroklos cried as he came charging towards his sister.

Kilik was just watching the scene and was waiting for the right moment to attack her.

" Stop Patroklos! You can't stop her that way!'' Kilik yelled running to him.

" NO! Your wrong... My mother is watching me! I don't need your help nor I need anyone else 's! Please...leave." Patroklos said now whispering.

" Are you sure because I can help you end this and get your sister back?'' Kilik asked.

" Yes I'm positive. Thank you Kilik. You taught me something.'' Patroklos said smiling.

" You have a long victory ahead of you Patroklos. Make it count.'' Kilik said smiling as he walked away from where the battle was taking place.

What does he mean "long Victory"? Maybe there is a future for me and Pyrrha?