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Transcending history and the world,
A tale of souls and swords, eternally retold...
Chapter 1:
High atop the hill stood the giant palace from which an evil aura emanated. Thunder and lighting raged in the skies above as rain poured down. Outside the palace doors stood a burly young warrior donning armour from a period long forgotten in history. He raised his massive sword into the air and commanded his accomplices to commence their assault. A weapon of great evil lay somewhere in that castle and he would stop at nothing to find it.
The warriors burst through the doors and began their attack. The palace was guarded by hordes of malfested; individuals with pale skin and red eyes whose humanity was stripped from them long ago by the evil seed. They knew but one thing: To kill all those who oppose Soul Edge.
As the warrior and his accomplices fought their way through the massive structure, their numbers began to dwindle. From a party of nearly a dozen, they were down to five, and then, just three. Still, the young man pushed onward, slicing and cutting past every malfested soldier his path. By the time he reached the throne room, he was alone, covered in the blood of his enemies and fallen friends.
The young man opened the door and made his way inside. The room was empty except for one man sitting upon the throne. He wore black armour with gold accents. His right arm, which was free of armour, was swollen and deformed. Though the man's helmet covered his entire face, his eyes were visible through a small opening. One glowed orange, the other appeared to be made of solid gold.
"You," said the young man, "You are the one they call 'The Nightmare'. Step down from your throne and surrender your weapon!"
"How foolish of you to think you can face me," said the being, in a horribly distorted voice, "My power grows with every soul I consume!"
"Your reign of terror is over! I have come to put a stop to your crimes once and for all!"
"Those who have never felt the power I have will never understand. They look at me and all they see is some monster. I am not the monster; they are! And I will rid the world of them all and usher in a new era of chaos!"
"Not unless I stop you!"
"So be it. Allow me to end your miserable, wretched life!"
With his deformed arm, the being picked up an enormous sword, almost as tall as he was, and stood up from his throne. The sword possessed a fleshy, organic design and an eyeball in the centre of the blade. Both he and the warrior encircled each other slowly with their weapons drawn.
"HIYA!" the warrior let out a battle cry as he suddenly charged towards the being.
The being blocked the incoming vertical slash with his massive sword and pushed the young man back. The young man unleashed a flurry of strikes forcing the being back. The being retaliated with a big horizontal slash, but the young warrior managed to backflip out of the way.
"You're no match for me," said the being.
"We shall see about that," said the warrior.
The two combatants went at it again, each trying desperately to gain the upper hand, though the young warrior was proving to be surprisingly formidable. As the combatants pressed their swords up against each other, the being saw his chance and kicked the young man to the floor, sending his sword flying backwards.
"Nice try," he said, "But your time is over!"
As the being prepared to land a killing blow with his sword, the young warrior drew a small knife hidden in his armour and used it to pierce the eye of his enemy's massive sword. The blow caused the being to scream in pain, as if hit directly and he backed off. From the ground, the warrior kicked the being away and rolled backwards to grab his sword once more.
With his enemy distracted, the warrior rushed him and began to deliver blow after blow with his sword. Eventually, he managed to cut through his armour and pierce the being's skin. Even with his unusually high resistance, the evil being could only tolerate so much pain. He eventually collapsed to his knees, dropping his sword in the process.
Without saying a word the young warrior approached his fallen enemy and placed his own sword against his neck.
"Do what you will," said the being, "I will return!"
The warrior raised his sword and swung it once more, decapitating the evil being.
"It is done," muttered the young man.
After dropping his own sword, the warrior approached the fallen sword and picked it up by the hilt. He examined it for a few seconds before stopping to stare into the eye at the centre of the blade.
"What is..." he began, "ACK!"
The man tried desperately to look away, but felt he could not. It was as if the sword was speaking to him, telling him what to do next.
"Yes," he said, "I understand now. The Nightmare was right; I see it all!"
The man let out an evil laugh as the sword began to consume his soul. A new age of terror had just begun...