Okay I know this is REALLY short but it is just a prologue. I want to know what people think of it so far and tell me if I should continue it or not…its my first Soul Calibur fanfic…actually it is my first game fic xD. So please if you like it review and tell me so or I will never know and probably wont write anymore of it, just like all my other stories that I have written and stuff -.-;; I'm horrible my poor stories!
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Nightmare sat quietly leaning against the trunk of a large tree. It was late and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Bathing everything bellow it in an almost ethereal silver placid light. Nightmare tilted his head up slightly and raises his hand up to the pale object of beauty in the sky, the outline of his claw like hand obscuring the tranquility of the moon. Sighing he longed so badly to be able to grasp the moon in his hand and harness its beauty; To make himself presentable to the rest of society without being shunned on fist glance. He cursed his body to eternity. Clenching his hand into a tight fist he slammed it into the tree behind him, shaking its massive structure making the soft pink cherry blossoms lightly float to the ground. Watching them fall like feathers to the ground he once again looks up into the clear night sky and closes his eyes. Opening his fist he catches the last blossom and cradles it, like it's the most fragile thing known to man. One little movement and it would shatter into a million tiny pieces and vanish from the world. Holding it up to his face he gently and sadly blows it off as it almost falls like a dead weight to the ground. It was a totally different feeling then it had been just a short time ago. The pink flower seemed to have died as it sat in his hand. He sighs again, wondering if anything he held in his clawed hands would die. What he didn't know was that something or someone was watching him intently from within the foliage at the bottom of the hill. Bright sapphire eyes watched his every move.
"Beautiful…" A low and slightly raspy voice whispered to no one in particular.
The blue eyed figure moved forward vigilantly still glued on the one beneath the tree. The sight was truly breath taking. He would never admit it out loud to anyone but he thought Nightmare was a work of art. He is everything that is beautiful, maybe it is just him that thinks that but he doesn't care. Everything from his red eyes to his long silky crimson hair to his over possessive sword sparked something within the man at the bottom of the hill. Evidently Nightmare has a very soft and gentle side to him, even though no one knows about it. Then again no one ever really tries to understand the stoic and grumpy fighter. He is the only one who to look at the real entity, to look through the tough exterior that he always puts up around himself.
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Okay so that's the end of the prologue, if I write more I promise the chapters will be much longer then this . I'm just a tinsy bit pre-occupied at the moment
Chaos: God damn it! scrubs hand furiously It wont come off! black paint all over me panics commencement is tomorrow and grad is the next day and I have black shit all over me….NOOOOOOOO!!!! cries I'm so doomed