Raphael, A Story Through A Fencer's Eyes
A story by J.t. Douglas (AnimeCrazy16)
Disclaimer: I don't own a single part of Namco, or Soul Calibur, but I wish I did!
Author's Note: My first Fanfiction ever, so don't be too mean with flames... Okay? This is an original fanfiction about my favorite character, Raphael. His past is not really explained, so I'd like to step in, and toy around. He is insane, and I think this really helps my ability to write him. Hee hee.
Part 01: Everything I have, is because of a child.
I don't really remember how it happened, and at this point I don't care. I was cast out of my birth house, cast out of my previous life. And why? Because of some business deal gone wrong, or something to that matter. But, is that enough to cast a family member out? To send bounty hunters after me? To have all of god damned France after me? I got you back though, I stole our heirloom. I took "father's" prized possession. I took "Flambert" a magnificent blade, a weapon worthy of a master such as me. And as I ran away I took out my dear father with his own weapon. God, how that felt. I was invigorated, empowered, and yet I was still mocked. Called a coward, and that affected me.
I, Raphael Sorel, master or Le Rapierre De Sorel, a coward? I who struck fear into the hearts of nobles with my quick ripostes, unnatural parries, and seemingly invisible thrusts? That destroyed my confidence, my being, and I was left with nothing. So I ran, and grew weak, tired, hungry, thirsty, pathetic... until one day.
I ran into a town, can't remember the name, and like always I'm hiding like a rat, like some diseased rodent and I meet someone. She looked at me with the most beautiful expression on her face. Oh, I knew that god had sent her, and how I loved her. She grabbed my hand. And led me to a hiding place, and I stayed there for the night with her feeding me. Oh, god, thank you for this blessing. Thank you for this... angel! It's the only word that could describe her.
I gradually regained my strength with the help of this guardian angel. And when I could walk, wield my sword again, I ran once more. But this time, I had someone special with me. There was just one problem. She was never happy. She had a belief that the world would always be hell, and that she couldn't save it. I knew that I would do anything to help her, protect her, and make her happy.
I knew a story of a weapon, some called it that "Patriot Sword", some said it held the power of demons, but everyone agreed on one thing. That this was the ultimate weapon. I had to have that sword. I had to use it to make a perfect world for my angel. And I knew that I, and only I could do it. The world would fear me as I defeated everyone who stood in the way of happiness for my angel. That night I went to the nearby library. It was the third time in a week that I was there, but no worries. I had already "taken care of" the people who inhabited the area. I was in there looking for any information on this sword, when I found something.
I slammed my hand onto the table in frustration. Nothing more, nothing other than that it was the "ultimate weapon." But, when I slammed my hand, I knocked something out of under the table. I picked it up, it was a strange metal piece, and I knew, I just knew, that it was part of Soul Edge. It would lead me to the other pieces and I would get the sword of salvation. I left on a quest that night, leaving a note for my goddess. I left that town with two words on my breath, and one on my mind.
"Soul Edge, Amy."
Fin
Author's Note: How'd you like? If I get positive feedback, then I'll continue the series. Flames are always appreciated, but remember, this is fiction. So broaden your mind a bit, okay?
A story by J.t. Douglas (AnimeCrazy16)
Disclaimer: I don't own a single part of Namco, or Soul Calibur, but I wish I did!
Author's Note: My first Fanfiction ever, so don't be too mean with flames... Okay? This is an original fanfiction about my favorite character, Raphael. His past is not really explained, so I'd like to step in, and toy around. He is insane, and I think this really helps my ability to write him. Hee hee.
Part 01: Everything I have, is because of a child.
I don't really remember how it happened, and at this point I don't care. I was cast out of my birth house, cast out of my previous life. And why? Because of some business deal gone wrong, or something to that matter. But, is that enough to cast a family member out? To send bounty hunters after me? To have all of god damned France after me? I got you back though, I stole our heirloom. I took "father's" prized possession. I took "Flambert" a magnificent blade, a weapon worthy of a master such as me. And as I ran away I took out my dear father with his own weapon. God, how that felt. I was invigorated, empowered, and yet I was still mocked. Called a coward, and that affected me.
I, Raphael Sorel, master or Le Rapierre De Sorel, a coward? I who struck fear into the hearts of nobles with my quick ripostes, unnatural parries, and seemingly invisible thrusts? That destroyed my confidence, my being, and I was left with nothing. So I ran, and grew weak, tired, hungry, thirsty, pathetic... until one day.
I ran into a town, can't remember the name, and like always I'm hiding like a rat, like some diseased rodent and I meet someone. She looked at me with the most beautiful expression on her face. Oh, I knew that god had sent her, and how I loved her. She grabbed my hand. And led me to a hiding place, and I stayed there for the night with her feeding me. Oh, god, thank you for this blessing. Thank you for this... angel! It's the only word that could describe her.
I gradually regained my strength with the help of this guardian angel. And when I could walk, wield my sword again, I ran once more. But this time, I had someone special with me. There was just one problem. She was never happy. She had a belief that the world would always be hell, and that she couldn't save it. I knew that I would do anything to help her, protect her, and make her happy.
I knew a story of a weapon, some called it that "Patriot Sword", some said it held the power of demons, but everyone agreed on one thing. That this was the ultimate weapon. I had to have that sword. I had to use it to make a perfect world for my angel. And I knew that I, and only I could do it. The world would fear me as I defeated everyone who stood in the way of happiness for my angel. That night I went to the nearby library. It was the third time in a week that I was there, but no worries. I had already "taken care of" the people who inhabited the area. I was in there looking for any information on this sword, when I found something.
I slammed my hand onto the table in frustration. Nothing more, nothing other than that it was the "ultimate weapon." But, when I slammed my hand, I knocked something out of under the table. I picked it up, it was a strange metal piece, and I knew, I just knew, that it was part of Soul Edge. It would lead me to the other pieces and I would get the sword of salvation. I left on a quest that night, leaving a note for my goddess. I left that town with two words on my breath, and one on my mind.
"Soul Edge, Amy."
Fin
Author's Note: How'd you like? If I get positive feedback, then I'll continue the series. Flames are always appreciated, but remember, this is fiction. So broaden your mind a bit, okay?