Summary: Natsumi is adopted by a Japanese man. Her love in the past, with Siegfried Schtauffen, and her trouble with the future takes her on the adventure of her life. She reclaims her glory through hardships, and lust, but overcomes all obstacles with the Sword of Light.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Soul Calibur series. The History, Characterizations, and Design are the sole property of Namco.
"New Balance" is a trademark of New Balance Athletic Shoe, Inc.
"Fallen Embers" and "Marble Halls" are the sole property of Enya and/or Warner Bros. Intl.
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This is my first fan fic. I put in many of my own ideas in the story, so I hope you all like it. This story is Rated-R. It has several descriptive sexual scenes. Sorry I like detail when I write. Siegfried will not appear in this chapter, but he will be in chapters that follow.
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The Sword of Light
by Elysium's Hour
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Chapter I: Natsumi's worth
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Cincinnati, Ohio – 2003
She sat at the dinner table daydreaming. About what was unclear, but she thought about nothing. Her periods of nothingness were plain to her. Her feelings were numbing at best. She sat there and dabbled at the food her father made. A bowl of Kayu her father's specialty. She liked Kayu it was one of her favorite dishes, but she was not hungry.
Her father looked up at her and noticed she was not eating. He was Japanese, born and raised in a town outside of Tokyo call Yokohama in the Hodogaya ward. It was not as big as Tokyo, but big enough to be put on the map. He moved to the United States when he was 28. Cincinnati, Ohio was where most of his relatives lived. He thought it wise to be near family. He opened a martial arts weapons shop. He also taught a little bit on the side, but his main focus was to train his daughter. He made high quality martial arts weapons and mastered them as well. In Japan, he was taught the Sword Arts, and various forms of Karate. He was a master of all weapons. His favorite was the Chinese Sword (Tai Chi Jian).
He gave his daughter an annoyed look, he already knew she was in one of her moods.
"What's the matter now?" asked Heihachiro Shinji. "Are you hungry?" He stared at his daughter confused. He wondered if the reason she was acting so strange was, because she was different. When he found her, he just took on his fatherly instinct. He could not believe she was left to die in the rain.
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Cincinnati, Ohio – 1983
She was just a baby when he found her. When he was ready to close up, he swept the front of his shop. The rain was a sprinkle and felt good on his face. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a baby whimpering. He looked around and did not think anything of it until he heard the noise again. He walked around to the alley on the side of his shop. He heard the sound again, and walked slowly into the alley.
I hope this is not what I think it is, he thought.
He heard the sound again and walked to the metal trashcan outside the back door of his shop. When he removed a garbage bag he saw a blanket wrapped into a bundle. He opened the blanket slowly, and found a baby inside. The baby was fussing, and started to cry when the cold rain touched its face.
Heihachiro eyes widened. He was shocked to see a child in his trashcan. The baby's face was dirty, and he could smell its dirty diaper. Its complexion was caramel and it had a head full of hair. He grabbed the baby and took it inside his shop. He was going to call the police immediately, but the baby started crying again. He dropped the phone when the child let out a scream.
It must be in pain, Heihachiro thought. What should I do?
He stood over it and watched it for moment. He was panicking, but then he thought he could give it food and that should calm it down. He walked into the back room and pulled out some rice and milk from the refrigerator. He figured it would strengthen the child.
He mixed the ingredients in a small porcelain bowl, and slowly fed the contents to the child. Almost immediately, the child's cries stopped, and Heihachiro was calm. He fed the baby more and then it started to laugh. Heihachiro smiled he loved the sound of a baby laughing it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
The child's dirty face started to light up. Its light brown eyes glistened as it laughed. Heihachiro was delighted and rubbed the child's cheeks.
"What a good child you are" he said softly, caressing the child's hair. "Where's your parents?" he asked the child, jokingly. "What a horrible thing to put you in the trash."
He smiled at the child, and it smiled back at him. He wanted to change its diaper so it would not get diaper rash; he had not really noticed the smell anymore. He did not know anything about taking care of a baby, but he had changed his niece's diaper once. He figured it would not be so hard.
He grabbed two pieces of cloth from the back room and looked at them to make sure they were not dirty. He walked back to the child thinking to himself. The child was adorable to him, it was not Asian, but African American. The race meant nothing to him.
I will have to take the child to the hospital to make sure it is all right, Heihachiro thought.
He smiled at the child when he was about to replace its diaper. He had begun to change the child's diaper, and noticed that it was a girl. He smiled to himself discarding the dirty diaper. He wrapped the two cloths around the child and tied them together.
She began to laugh kicking her legs and moving her arms. He picked her up and put his left hand on her back. He walked around his shop humming a tune, and rocking her a little.
"Go to sleep now", he said softly. "I will take you to the hospital in the morning, and make sure you are healthy."
He rocked the child back and forth humming a song his mother hummed to him long ago. It almost brought tears to his eyes thinking of his mother again.
When he closed his eyes, he saw his mother lying on the kitchen floor. He could still see the blood seeping from an open wound on her throat. He closed his eyes tighter so the tears would not run down his eyes. He felt a wave of complete sadness come over him. He pulled the child's face away from his shoulder and looked at her. She was fast asleep.
I will not let you live without knowing your parents as I did, he thought. I will ask them if I can take care of you and you will never need anything as long as I am your father.
In her sleep, the baby made a little whimper. Heichachiro smiled, he could not part with the child at that moment. He would not let her see or experience evil things, as he did. He wrapped the baby in her blanket, and gathered his things to go home. He held the child firmly in his hands as he locked the door to his shop.
As he walked to his car, he thought of something that made him smile.
I will call you Natsumi KaoruKasuga, after my mother.
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Cincinnati, Ohio – 2003
Natsumi looked up at her father with an annoyed glare. She hated when he inquired about every little thing, and when she said nothing he would go on about how "ungrateful" she was. She felt alone, and isolated. He never let her do anything. She wanted to go to the mall with her friends but he said no, she had to practice "her arts". She was really getting tired of being treated like a child. She was 19, graduated from high school, but Heichachiro would not let her go to New York to study film. He wanted her to go to a local college. She refused to go to any other college, so she decided she would not go to college at all.
"Nothing is the matter, Dad, really," she said eyeing her food.
She was not hungry anymore. She looked at her watch and realized the time. It was 4 o'clock. At this time her Dad taught her martial arts, and she was learning Tai Gik Gim, the Tai Chi Sword. She used her father's old Chinese sword, she thought the straight sword was a more graceful weapon for a woman. Suddenly, her mood turned happy. She had been practicing marital arts since she was 5 years old.
She was skillful, very agile, and fast. She knew how to use the every Sword art with any sword given to her. She could use staffs (rods), nunchaku (nunchucks), and many different halberds (rods with blades at the end). She also studied Tae Kwun Do, Ju-Jitsu, and Muay Tai. Combined with her Sword arts she was deadly, but she rarely had to use her skills outside of the workroom.
"Dad, it's time for Tai Chi," she said smiling.
She got up from the table and scooped her meal into the trash under the sink. She loved practicing with her Dad, he was the best at teaching her how to do things right. She knew that he adopted her when she was left in a trashcan.
As she grew, her Dad did not speak anything but Japanese for almost 7 years. He wanted to make sure she knew his native language. She could speak Japanese very well now, but when she was six that was all she knew. She had to learn English in school, because he was not going to stop speaking Japanese until she could speak it very well. Translating for her Dad, and speaking it regularly at home was the best way to teach her.
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Cincinnati, Ohio - 1995
She entered elementary school, she could feel the weird looks from the other kids in her class. Her father dressed her in native Japanese clothing. She did not realize the other kids were making fun of her until she was 12 and in the 7th grade. They could not understand how a "black" girl spoke fluent Japanese, and wore the clothes as well. After she found out she was being made fun of, she ordered her father to take her shopping when he picked her up from school. He wouldn't hear of it, she was to dress in the clothes he bought her.
"But Dad the kids at sch…….." she yelled as Heihachiro interrupted her.
"I will not buy my daughter fancy clothes just to satisfy a bunch of pimple faced kids. Do you hear me young lady?" he yelled, stopping the car. Natsumi held her head to the floor as a few tears tinted her beautiful light brown eyes. More tears came as she looked out the window.
"I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!!!" she yelled, opening the passenger door, getting out, and running down the sidewalk. Heihachiro followed her in the car. She ran as fast as she could to get away from him. She could still here those words ringing in her head.
"COME BACK HERE!" he yelled, pushing the button to roll down the passenger window. "NATSUMI ! DO YOU HEAR ME? COME BACK HERE NOW!" He shouted in Japanese, beating on the steering wheel. She paid him no mind, and kept on running.
It was March and all the snow had melted. It was warm in the day, but freezing at night. She walked aimlessly, going in and out of stores buying candy bars, potato chips, and pop. It was getting late and she was freezing, because she forgot her jacket in the car.
I'm not going back home. Never. Never again, she retorted to herself, sitting on a bench in a park.
She sat there looking at the built in playground. Her eyes mixed revealing two built in playgrounds. Suddenly she felt herself lay on the bench. She did not even know she was so sleepy, but the bench seemed to be inviting her to lie down. She knew she would probably be woken up by the police, but she could not keep her eyes open. It was useless to fight her exhaustion any longer.
She dreamt about nothing, there was nothing but blackness. As she slept her heart began to race, she could feel the cold air blowing on her. In her sleep, she was flying now. Above the clouds, sailing on the blue sky. She was happy, she had never felt that feeling in a long time. She did not want to wake up from this dream it relaxed her so that she slowly opened her eyes to see if it was real. In front of her stood her Dad, and two police officers.
She jumped up suddenly rubbing her eyes to see if it was real. It was! This nightmare could not be a dream.
"Natsumi!" Heihachiro yelled. "It's time to go home. I have had enough of your childishness!" He grabbed her arm pulling her towards the car.
"Will everything be alright, sir?" asked the taller officer. He looked at Natsumi with curiosity, as if she wasn't there.
"Yes, officer. We will be fine" said her father in his Japanese accent. He looked over at Natsumi and glared. "I hope you got it all out of your system. I'm ashamed of you." He spoke in Japanese so only Natsumi could understand what he was saying. Heihachiro waved off the officers and walked around to the driver side.
Natsumi's eyes filled with tears, she knew she had shamed her father by embarrassing him. She knew he would make her apologize, but she did not think she was wrong. She got in the car and rolled down the window. She stared at the car floor looking at her white and black New Balance tennis shoes. There was something about them that made her sit up in her chair. They were NEW! She realized that her father never let her go without shoes. He had taken her shopping every week just to buy a pairs of shoes. Even if she did not need them. He had this thing about shoes. He would always tell her that he never had shoes when he was a kid, because his family was so poor.
She felt the tears well up in her eyes. Suddenly she burst out crying, heaving and wheezing as her father glared at her and watched the road.
"I……I…...I'm sorry, Dad. I did...…di……didn't mean to run away. I'm sorry," she cried hysterically, holding her face in her palms.
Her father could only look on and smile to himself. He stroked her hair, and rubbed her back.
"It's alright. I just want you to know that I would never let you go hungry, shoeless, be without clothes. I will always work hard so you don't have to suffer" Heihachiro said, smiling. "I am raising you to be the best you can be, and the only way for one to be the best is to endure. If you cannot endure, you die."
Natsumi looked up at her Dad, and hugged his side. Her Dad knew best, he was the only one who cared about her when she was an orphan in a trash can. He was the only one who wanted her to live.
"So…" he said. "Let's go get you some real clothes, eh?"
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Cincinnati, Ohio - 2003
Natsumi swung the sword over her head and spun it at her side. Her technique was improving as her father looked on. She did a series high and low kicks, jumping in the air, and swinging her sword as she landed. She sheathed her sword then drew it, and she did a running jump, dove over her head and landing on her feet swinging the sword at an invisible opponent. She then swung her body around twirling the sword over her head, at her right side, then her left, and then stood aiming her sword to the sky as if finishing a victorious battle.
"Good, Natsumi, Good" cheered Heihachiro, clapping his hands. "Now," he said softly, hiding his sword behind his back. "Defeat me!"
He lunged, surprising his daughter and swung the sword towards her head. She ducked, and stood in attack stance. She did her Windmill kick and bent down to trip her father. When he jumped back, she swung her sword towards his torso. She stood in her attack stance smiling at her father.
"I am going to beat you, Dad." she smiled, as she did a high kick, and spun around with her sword crashing down near her father.
Natsumi did a series of punches and kicks while her father blocked everything. She could not hit him at all. She went back to using her sword, twirling it around her father as he continued to dodge and block her attacks.
"Dad!" she screamed, showing him her baby face. "Let me hit you," she said laughing. When Heihachiro started to speak, he let down his guard. Natsumi lunged at him and poked him in the chest. Heihachiro looked at his chest, and bowed to his daughter.
"WoooooHooooo!" screamed Natsumi; she had finally got the best of her father. She jumped up and down, twirling her sword left and right. She twirled her left hand and bowing saluting herself.
Heichachiro clapped, congratulating his daughter. Natsumi gave her father a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"That's for teaching to be the best, Dad. YOU'RE the best," she said, cocking her head back and smiling. She ran out of the workroom and into the shop. They were closed from four o'clock to five. She was thirsty and needed a drink. She felt her relationship with her Dad was healing. She had run away so many times. He did not come out looking for her anymore. She usually came back by dawn. She had come to terms with the fact that she was adopted.
During her mid-teens, it hit her hard. She kept wondering who her parents were, and was frequently depressed.
Her birthday was tomorrow. She would be 20. It was not a big deal to her. She just looked at it as a regular day. Her father just gave her money, he did not know what to get her anymore. When she was a child, it was easy, but now that she was an adult, it was very difficult.
She always drank Orange Juice. It was her favorite drink, next to water. They rarely drank pop, she was brought up to eat healthy, and exercise. She looked at her sword as she drank the Orange Juice. The acidity of the juice burned the back of her throat, but it was refreshing. She noticed her sword was dirty, it needed cleaned and polished. Heihachiro walked into the shop carrying weapons to put out for display.
Natsumi finished drinking her Orange Juice, and put the cup in the back room. Heihachiro heard rummaging in his office, and he looked towards the door to see if Natsumi was coming out of the room. He quickly went to one of his displays and put out a display case. He opened a compartment underneath it and pulled out a large satin sack.
"Dad where's the sword cleaning stuff?" she asked, looking through his desk, and shelves. She finally spotted the cleaner in a cabinet, and smiled at her victory. "That's ok I found it," she yelled, holding the bottle in the air.
She looked in the room adjacent to the back room to get a rag. She ran he rag over her sword as if it was a piece of priceless gold. She smiled to herself as she entered the shop. In the corner of her eyes, she could see her Dad holding something. She did not take notice as first, but then she looked in his direction.
He was holding the most beautiful sword she had ever seen. The hilt was richly ornamented with diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. It was a Chinese Sword (Tai Chi Jian), incrusted with gold and ivory.
"Happy Birthday!" said Heihachiro with a big smile. He unsheathed the sword to show her the blade. He walked closer to show her how the blade shined. The light reflected of the blade and shot into her eyes. On the side of the blade, there was an intricate gold lining with rubies, emeralds.
"Oh, Dad, this is a beautiful sword. How did you...are these jewels real?" she asked surprised, caressing the hilt as if it was a cat.
"Don't worry about that. Just know it is very special. It has been in our family for generations. It is a very special sword. I am proud to hand it down to you. I know you will need it someday," he smiled at his daughter's delight, but inside he felt sad. It was his mother's sword. The sword that brought death to any who possessed it.
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Yokohama, Japan – 1961
It had been over a year since his mother's disappearance. His father had thought she left him alone with four children. He was ready to give them up, but she came back. She came back into their lives as if she was placed there on purpose, at the right moment. She looked well, and was thinner. She smiled a lot, and sang weird songs to them at bedtime. Songs she had never sang to them before.
Where have you been, Mother? Heihachiro thought to himself back then. I missed you so much.
He was curious about the scar across her face, when he asked her about it. She said that she fell on some branches. He was worried about his mother; she had become reclusive and panicky. She would slap them on the face if they got out of line. She had never done that before. She had been on edge for a week, looking out of the window, and opening the door when no one was there. It was as if she was waiting for something.
One night, what she was waiting for finally came.
They came through the bright light, a big purple demon with white glowing eyes, and a lizard man. He had heard a loud noise and the glowing light filtered through the bedroom door. He had got off the bed he shared with his three siblings. He was six years old at the time. He was a smart child capable of understanding things better than most. He slowly walked to the door and slowly opened it.
Through the crack, he could see the big purple demon, and the lizard man. His mother was fighting them both struggling not to fall to the ground, but finally the big purple demon grabbed her by the throat and threw her down on the floor. The purple demon motioned for the lizard man to finish her off. The lizard man swung his blade, and slit her throat.
She held her throat, coughing as the blood came rushing down her nightgown. He slowly cracked the door as the monsters looked on. He saw his mother's beautiful gold and ivory plated sword in the purple demon's sheath. His eyes glistened as he saw his mother suffocating on the floor. A single tear rolling down his cheek as his body filled with rage.
The purple demon unsheathed his mother's sword and did a series of swings and twirls. The bright, glowing light appeared. The light got brighter as it grew larger. He saw his mother swords being sheathed again, and he made up his mind that they would not leave with it. As they both began to walk into the light, he dashed out from the bedroom towards the light and grabbed his mother's sword as the purple demon disappeared through the light.
The light vanished leaving just a cloud of white smoke. As he held the sword, it gave him a sense of power. He felt its magic run threw his body. It was clear to him why the white light existed when he held the magical sword. The sword showed its worthy owner a portal through time, but it did not show Heihachiro anything. The sword unlocked pleasure, anger, sadness, happiness, and love. It pulled you into its fiery spirit and would not let go.
He had to pull himself from the power the sword emitted, but he would not be its keeper. Only the truthful and good could inherited the swords powers. He was not ready and the sword would never choose him.
He looked over at his mother lying limp on the kitchen floor. He walked slowly over to her and touched her leg hoping she would wake up. She did not move. He shook her leg driving his nails into her skin. She did not move. He crawled up to her face, he could see the wound on her throat. He knew she was dead. He knew there was nothing HE could do. He eyed the jewels on the cursed sword, and threw it into a corner.
He moved his head slowly to look at his mother face again. Tears strolled down his face, but he did not say a word. He looked at his bedroom door and saw his two brothers and his sister standing outside door. He motioned for them to go back into the room. He could not let them see their blood soaked mother on the floor.
He looked at the clock on the wall. It said 2:34 am. His father would be home from work at 5:00 am. He stood up from the ground, and looked at the magical sword in the corner. He glared at it but for only a second. He walked slowly towards the bedroom, went inside, and shut the door.
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Cincinnati, Ohio – 2003
The sword sat on top of the counter. She stared at it for at least 20 minutes. The sword seemed to have a life of its own. It beckoned her to stare a little longer. The phone rang scaring her half to death. She turned around pulling the receiver of its holder.
"Hello" she asked, turning around to glance at the sword once more. It was her Dad. "Hi, Dad, what's up?" She turned around again to look at the sword.
This sword is amazing! I cannot believe my Dad got me this for my birthday! she thought, moving towards the counter to touch the hilt once more.
"Natsumi, NATSUMI!!," yelled her father through the phone. She had not even realized he was talking to her. The sword had her attention. She shook her head so she could come to her senses.
"OH!, Sorry, Dad. I…….I was daydreaming." She said smiling to herself. The sword beckoned her once more. She was finally upset with herself, and walked into the back room with the phone.
"Natsumi, be careful on your way coming home, alright? Make sure you lock up, sweep the floor, and don't forget to clean the glass on the display cases, ok?" His voice saddened. She could tell he was keeping something in. There was nothing to be afraid of, because they lived five blocks away from the shop. She usually walked home with no trouble.
"Everything all right, Dad?" she asked, feeling concerned.
He knew the sword's mysteries. He knew she would not come home tonight. He knew she would be gone for a long time. Just like his mother. That world on the other side of time beckoned her. It needed her. He felt this immensely.
"Everything is fine, Natsumi. Be careful, ok?" he said, sounding more cheery. Natsumi narrowed her eyes in confusion. To her, it sounded as if her father was wishing her a safe journey.
"I will, Dad. Do not worry about me. I'll be fine." Her words came slow, she wanted to make sure her father would be assured. He was always worrying about her, but this time she sensed something different about his concern. "I'll be all right, Dad," she said softly. She sat on the line waiting for a response.
"I love you, Natsumi," her father said softly.
"I love you, too. Dad."
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Cincinnati, Ohio – 2003
I dreamt I dwelt In marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side
And of all who assembled within those wall
That I was the hope and the pride
I had riches all too great to count
And a high ancestral name
But I also dreamt which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me
You loved me still the same
That you loved me
You loved me still the same
She cleaned the display glass, moving her right arm in a circular motion. She had her portable CD/MP3 player playing. She was singing along to one of her favorite songs by Enya, "Marble Halls." She had a beautiful voice, which sailed throughout the building. Most people described her voice as too pretty.
"Not one note out of place," a boy named Ian Lilienthal once said in a German accent. He was her boyfriend for almost two years. She never told her Dad about him. He would not have understood. Ian was extremely good looking. He had green eyes, and shoulder length brown hair.
He was born in Burghausen, Germany. His parents decided to move to the U.S. when he was 13. He adored her, going out of his way to make her feel comfortable when she snuck out at night with him. She had always thought Ian was mysterious. His eyes glowed at night. He had never noticed it, but she thought he was a vampire or something. She did only see him at school or at night. They thought the world of each other. They had lost their innocence together.
She kept thinking of how wonderful it was to lose her virginity to him. He was gentle, and completely reassuring. Every night they sneaked out, they made love. It was not a teenage obsession to them. It was a union, a union that was filled with passion and undying love.
She had not seen Ian in over 2 years. He went to college after they graduated from high school. He wrote her a letters just about every month, never missing a beat. His parents had moved back to Germany after he graduated. He was accepted at Oxford, and had little time to travel.
In his letters he told her how much he missed her, and he could not wait to see her again. She wrote back telling him of her misfortunes.
Dear Ian,
I have not written in a while. I am sorry for that. I have been really busy. I do miss you.
I did not forget you. It has been really hectic this last month. There was a Karate tournament in town,
and we got a lot of business. A lot of people made custom orders. So I had to help
my dad make a few things. I hope that you are getting on well, my love. It is so lonely
in this world without you. I wish you could come and visit me just for one day. One day
would be all I needed to be happy again. I know you are busy at college. I wish I could have
went to New York to study film. I would have been so excited to be in a big city like that. My Dad
will not allow anything. Must I stay within the confines of the shop forever?
Well I must go, I did not write a lot, I know. I am sorry. My darling, please write soon. I need to read
your soothing words again. I love you.
Yours Forever
Natsumi K.S.
Ian's last letter was filled with passionate words that made her think he would come back and see her soon. The last letter was the most emotional and strange letter she had ever gotten from him. She would never hear from her again.
My Darling Natsumi,
One day you will be looking out your window, and you will see me waving at you.
We will see each other soon. I love you. I think of you every minute of the day. There
have been many things going on here at Oxford. I don't know where to start first. I went
home to visit my parents too weeks ago. I got a strange feeling inside me. I didn't know
what it was, but I didn't like it. Be careful, my love. When you walk home, watch your back
all right? I had a dream, and it was very shocking. I was standing in a forest. The most beautiful forest
I had ever seen. All of a sudden, a saw a shadowy figure appeared in gilded armor, which kept
fading in and out of a dark mist. I could not see his face, but I do know that he had long
blonde hair, and the only thing I could see on his face was his piercing green eyes. The rest was
shrouded in mist. The figure move slowly towards me. It did not take its menacing eyes off me.
Suddenly, it bolted towards me. Then it appeared in front of me, its eyes turned red, and in its eyes, I could see you.
You were hurt, and you were crying. You were caressing someone's hair. I could not see their face, but I
could see you clearly. Something was glowing on your hip, but I could not get a proper look at it.
Then the image went away, and I only saw the creature's red eyes again. I heard a
noise in back of me, and I turned around to see what it was. There was nothing there. When
I turned back around the creature had turned into black mist, and I stared deeply into the eyes of
a skeleton. I woke up screaming………
Natsumi looked at her watch, and realized she had finished all the things her father wanted done. She thought of Ian and the last letter he wrote. It scared her, she didn't know what to make it. She had not had any dreams, and there certainly was not anything strange going on. Besides, the weird phone conversation she had with her Dad.
Natsumi took the glass cleaner and rag back into the back room. She dusted her pants off, and put on her jacket and grabbed her messenger bag. She looked at the sword on the counter. It was beckoning her again. She felt its energy.
She had not tried her moves out on the sword yet. She picked up the sword and unsheathed it. The sword itself was gleaming. Without thinking, she felt herself twirling and swinging the sword. She kicked high and low, spinning around and twirling the sword at her side. She shoved the sword forward, and to the left and the right.
She felt her hand shake, but then she realized it was not her hand it was the sword. The sword glowed, and slowly it got brighter and brighter. It got so bright that she had to cover her eyes. She was engulfed in light, then she felt herself being pulled deeper and deeper into it. Her eyes closed, and she felt herself fall. Forever falling, forever lost within the light of the sword.
Forever linked as the keeper of the Sword of Light.
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Author's Notes: I hope I didn't write the gibberish I am told I write. I hope the story is understandable. I put so many ideas on paper that some of my professors tell me my papers are too confusing. Sorry for the errors, if there are any.
I hope it does not confuse, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please rate, I like to know what people like and don't like about my style of writing.
- Elysium's Hour