Prologue – Journey into the Past
Born from love, born from deceit. Born from both light and dark.
The opposite to the darkness, the light of the night, fate in her hands.
Reborn, retold, rediscovered destiny, a path of loneliness.
Born for sacrifice, born for protection, born with the ability to fight.
Truth and wisdom the only guides…
The path of the sword… Soul Calibur.
She sat alone in a room that was outlined with the last rays of the sunlight filtering through the open window. Her pale, translucent eyes looked out the open widow, her small nose picking up the scent of fresh air on the outside. Snow fell lightly through the rays of light and fell gently on the ground, making no sound. She rocked slowly, back and forth on the spot, as she tried to pass the time in a manner that would take her mind off how long she would have to wait. She sat idle, her breath coming out slightly frustrated. Her patience was waning and she had only been waiting for a few minutes. She got up and began to pace, her short legs taking a long time to pace around the room. She raised a hand to touch her chin softly, stroking it in a rhythmic manner as id that would alleviate her boredom. She paced around for a few more futile minutes before her boredom got the better of her. She sat down once again by the window but this time, she had a different intent. She grabbed a few pebbles that were outlined by the edges and began to get ready to throw it at the door. As if the occupants in the other room sensed her actions, the door opened without warning and she dropped the stones behind her without so much of a clatter. She got up and ran over, her hands on her hips and a pout on her lips.
"Finally! It took you so long that I nearly snored and died! What's the news?" Her voice came out a little snobbish but that was okay by her, she was bored. Whenever she lost her patience, she became extremely sarcastic and now, she sounded a little ruder than normal. The adult sighed at her and patted her head, something she only allowed done when something really good or, vice versa, really bad happened to her. She tensed a little, her mind weighing which kind of news it would be. The adult looked a little saddened but had a composed face so she was finding it hard to choose which option it would be.
"Little girl…" Began the adult and she jutted out her lower lip even more. She hated to be referred to as a little girl even if she was just seven years old. "I have bad news for you… Your home is no longer your home anymore… It's been—"She failed to hear the next words, her head was shaking back and forth so fast, she slapped the person with her hair. She hated being told the worst jokes on the face of the planet and this was certainly one of them. She narrowed her eyes into slits and gazed up at the adult who brought her this cruel joke.
"You liar! Tell me the truth! You're lying!" She had an indignant look on her face as she stared at the person who had brought her this news. The adult looked at her and sighed, evidently knowing that such things were futile to argue with her. They persisted their point, however, ignoring the scathing look that she had sent them.
"Listen to me, Phoenix… Your home was destroyed, so were the houses surrounding it. It is not safe to go alone but I would be more than willing to—"She blotted out the next words with an exclamation of distress and an iron hard will of disbelief. She shook her head one more time and without showing restraint, turned and ran for the door. She forced it open and with speed that was not her own, she ran down the dusty street, determined for answers. She sped across the town, the snow whipped at her face with an almost gentle touch. She continued ever onwards, her mouth breaking out into an almost silent exclamation of her anger and mistrust. She continued her plight along the solitary streets of the deserted town. Her mind was in pure denial, what she heard was not true… there was no way it could be. Her mind raced along with her body as she continued her way along the sunlit streets. Finally, she neared the edge of street and rushed forward. She thought perhaps cries of protest, cries seeking forgiveness, yelled after her but she paid them no head. She continued along her journey and finally made it into the familiar house structure.
The rancid smell of blood filled her nostrils but she walked forward, throwing her fear out the window. She had no idea what to expect but kept moving ever forward in the hopes that it would be wrong… That this was a dream, which she was merely resting. She rounded the corner into her house, and stopped short upon the sight that she saw. Her well furnished room was completely destroyed, all of the walls had slash marks on them. She blinked through eyes that could not see and stepped into the room with a blank expression on her face. Her eyes followed the outline of so much blood on the windows, streaked across the floor, strewn on the very curtains that fell, dismantled. She continued her way through her previously ordered house, her breath steeling to itself as she progressed. She was scared, more than she had been her life, as she entered the kitchen. She was nearly ready to bolt right there, the sight was too much for her to take. Hanging from the ceiling was the body of her mother, mutilated beyond recognition. On a charred hand, she recognized the ring that her mother had always worn and with a heart heavy in regret, she turned. She started as her eyes caught a figure standing in the doorway of her house. It wasn't an adult… It was… her. But the longer she looked, the more she realized that it wasn't really her, moreover, her friend, the boy version of herself and opposite in all ways but one.
"Oh? You're here? I didn't expect you to be here." He raised his eyebrows at her as he stepped inside. He was rarely fazed by the sight of blood and relished seeing pain in others. Her love for her friend was something she could not explain because even she did not understand why she loved him herself. She stared into his fathomless eyes as he turned upon her location. He picked his way through the disorderly room and made it as far as the doorway before she blocked his path.
"You… I…" She couldn't think of anymore coherent words to say to him as she began to shake with her suppressed dobs. He looked surprised but pulled her in for a hug as she stood there, shaking and rocking on the spot. He patted her head in the motion that she had come to adore only from him. He held her as she continued to cry. She had the feeling that his eyes scanned the scene behind her as she felt him shudder. A single tear fell down his face and fell onto hers but that was all she felt. He had never been a big crier and it did not seem that this would trigger it. He held her closer as he tensed, she could feel his head moving around to survey the room. At long last, she quieted her tears long enough to regain composure. Although her parents had never been the sort to care, it came to her as a sort of shock that such a horrible thing could've happened to them. She turned her head up towards him, letting him know that she was okay. He let her go, only a small portion, as to let her look around the room too. She hiccupped to a stop and shook her head.
"How'd you get here…?" She looked into his eyes that shined with an inner darkness that hers never did. He slowly gazed at her and sighed, relinquishing complete hold on his friend and allowing her to stand up on her own. He ran fingers through his hair before looking back up towards her.
"That stupid teacher told me where you were headed. I came by to get you but she wouldn't let me in. So, you left and I ran after you, simple as that." He looked at her as if this information was totally expected and as if it made all the sense in the world. Her mind calculating fast, she realized that what he was saying wasn't all that true. She tried to look relieved but she wasn't. She was worried. Why would he be here…? And why was she so worried? But she knew why. It was because it didn't make any sense. It was because she knew that the teacher had followed her so how on earth could he have talked to the teacher after she had left? She shook once again but not from the grief that was slowly ebbing away in her gut. She shook from renewed rage and misunderstanding of her companion.
"How is that possible? She followed me so how on earth could you have…?" He caught her by surprise by throwing her a cocky grin. That was yet another thing that she and her counterpart didn't share in common. He scratched his nose and in some sort of effort to shove off any implications, he waved his hand in a nonchalant manner.
"I caught up with her, little details, why should you care?" He said in a sardonic tone that always managed to annoy her and now was no exception. He continued to have a too calm attitude about everything that had happened and now, she glared at him in the same aggravation she had showed towards the previous adult.
"You act so calm, even though my parents just… passed away…" She could not bring herself to fully say what she was trying to imply and instead substituted some words. He got the substitution but still looked immensely bored with what she was saying, as if it wasn't worth his time to pay attention. She glared with more force than before at him as he yawned and shook his head with a slightly annoyed expression.
"Yeah, they didn't care about you much, anyway. I mean, they could have at least been considerate but no, they never cared one inch for you. Personally, I'm glad the job was done. I'm glad that they're gone." He said it with such an indifferent voice that it was almost shocking to her. She couldn't believe how he was reacting to the whole situation. He looked at her and looked at her though eyes that spoke of hate and misgivings. She balled her hands up into fists and pushed him away from her.
"Shut up! How could you say that?! Just what gives you the right to say such an awful thing to me?!" She screamed in protest at him. He watched the procession with mild interest before stepping forward and taking her hands and his. She tried to pull away but in a contest of strength, he would always be the winner. He knew it because he grinned at her, as if nothing was wrong, and looked into her eyes.
"I have the right to say it… Because I killed them."
And there you have it! The prologue... Don't worry, the coming chapters are longer! *grabs food* Read and review! I'm open to flame but since this is my first fanfic posted on the sight, flame only if you have to.
