Soul Calibur belongs to Namco, but I wish it could be mine. Oh well, I can keep dreaming...
A\N: Long time and no story, eh? Well, my reluctance to update was due to a lot about school and others, but this story must come first. As for the other two stories, they shall be updated sometime in the future. For the time being, I really hope you enjoy this brilliant idea I had... :)
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"Bonding to Hope"
Chapter One
In The Beginning
In the autumn of an allocated location far from the distant island of the lands of Greece, the orange leaves fell from distant heights from the gazing trees looking towards the sunrise. Not far away from a distant village sat a man, who had just awaken from a good night sleep. He was seated near a graved bench made of solid stone, staring out into the waters of Athens, next to his home. The man had a gaze of happiness that could be seen from afar, even delighting the senses of many to behold such a facial gesture. He struck another grin, looking afar once more at the sunrise, shining over the island home with the beautiful orange and yellow rays striking the surfaces surrounding the man, giving them light and beauty.
The man was a nobleman who had just retired from a civil was dispute that had just occurred not to far from the current date. The dispute was later resolved, and in his honor, he was awarded a medal made from solid obsidian, which demonstrates the toughness of the individual who fought in the war and resolved the moral conflict. He, delighted at the sight, decided to take intensive care of the medal, in which he would later bond and shape the material into his newest hand-combat weapon.
Staring at the beauty of sunlight, he rose, shading his vision to scope out the crystal waters. He gestures his hands on his hips, stretches his backbone, and rests once more, standing proud on the solid marble flooring. This man went by the name of "Kristofr", who went on to stand as the proudest member of his loving family. He continues his tradition today throughout the small settlements established in Greece, spreading hope and joy to those around him. His crimson bandana waved in the gentle winds, presenting such a strong figure of supremacy. His claret gloves were glistened by the sunlight reflecting the shiny silver outlining that lavished the gloves, radiating the excellence of quality. Equipped with padded, tight-fit, crimson boots, green fabric pants secured with a glistening new utility belt, the shirtless man stood for a while, looking out at the sunlight and admiring its beauty as a symbol of good things to come forward in the future. He was only the age of 24, in which was the youngest of his family, but he was a legend for his age, considering the pressures of the previous civil war. Crossing his arms and walking to the top deck of his home, Kristofr stood once more, shining his figure proud against the morning Sun...
Little did he realize that he was not alone, another figure was present on the yard. Peeking from a nearby tree, which still had plenty of leaves to spare, stood a girl, watching Kristofr from a vast distance. At the age of 21, Cassandra Alexandra had a purpose for traversing to this location. She seeks a resolve from her family in which had recently occurred once the civil war conflict had just ended. Fixing a look at the man from afar, she carefully watches his head movements, judging his field of vision. Stealing every possible opportunity, she advances closer and closer towards him, determined to reach her proposed target. She finally reached as close as she could, pressing against a marble wall, shielding her body from his view. Cassandra peeked her head past the wall ever so slightly, barely revealing her tidy hair and bow-tie. As she peeked over, Kristofr glanced at the adjacent wall, which a clock was hanging from a fixed awning. He quickly gasped, stepped back a bit, then spoke to himself:
"Dammit. I am late!" he muttered, taking-off on foot into the building. Cassandra quickly ducked her head back, pressing her body against the marble wall once more. She thought to herself:
"Late for what, eh?" she wondered, gripping her cheek with the palm of her left hand. She hung tight to the wall, attempting to suppress any sound that might have been audible at such an enclosed distance. Inside the house, Kristofr was caught in a frantic searching for an item he was supposed to acquire. He later found a pamphlet, the item of supposition, and rushed out of the nearest door, though he did not jog, nor even run...
He started to walk at a brisk pace along the brick sidewalk, which winded into paved roads that eventually led the the inter midlands of the city. Cassandra had noticed her target increasing the gap between them, eventually frustrating her. She clenched her fist like a rock and briefly jostled the wall, aggravated. She then continued to close the gap on her and Kristofr, quickly hiding, ducking, and moving forward to avoid detection. He had no suspicion of a follower, so he continued to walk along, though he accelerated his walking speed. Cassandra was fed up with her target, which the situation had seemed to take a toll against her. As the Sun shined its radiance over Greece, the two figures, with shadows moving quickly, continued to venture further into the city...
End A\N: I must say that I was quite inspired by the musical score of Soul Calibur III, as some of the pieces match oh so perfectly. Also, I would not say that this is not really a SI based story, as I say it is an OC, even though it is strictly not implied. I will enjoy writing the rest of this tale, and I'm sure you can enjoy waiting for the next. :) PLEASE REVIEW as it is essential to me! Until next time...
