Soul Calibur: New Destiny

(A Fanfiction Story by Koimon)

(Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction story [that I decided to upload at least.] I would greatly appreciate any reviews and comments! Thank you for reading and enjoy!)

The Story of Alphonse

Chapter 1 (Athens, Greece-1623)

A young, frantic woman rushes through the ancient city in hopes of finding a savior. Salty sweat from her forehead burns her bloody, gaping wounds as she leaps over a fence, still running with all her might.

"I can't let them catch me… I can't let them catch me…!" she murmurs to herself, still sprinting through the town.

The growls of the dark creatures continue to echo in her ears. She knew they were getting closer to capturing her; but she also knew that she couldn't let them stop her. She couldn't allow herself to die-not yet anyway-for the child she held in her arms had to be somewhere safe first.

Lost in her thoughts, a demonic beast finally catches up to her and nearly tackles her down. She was able to escape as she quickly rolled out of the way, but the beast's claws scratched her back, and caused more blood to ooze from her body. The heavy smell of iron filled the air-attracting the other two demonic creatures to the woman's location.

"No...dammit…! I won't let you things kill me…!" she silently cries, holding the baby tighter in her arms. The roll caused him to scream and whine, which only made the beasts more angry. In a fit of rage, the first beast snarls and charges at the woman, determined to kill her with it's sheer force.

The woman's eyes widened, her attacker drawing near, it's crimson red eyes bulging out, death only a few moments away. Then, with the silver flash of a sword, the beast was decapitated-his head rolling against a man's leather boot.

At first the woman was dazed, but she shook herself out of it and looked up at her sudden savior-a man with blond hair with a few silver strands stood before her. His blue eyes and stern look gave him a sense of strength and experience, but the roars of another crazed beast broke her observation of the man.

"Stand back." The man said calmly to the woman. "Go south of here, just a little ways further down that road. You will find a woman there named Pyrrha. She will keep you safe. Now, go."

"W-who are you…?" The woman managed to say, despite her bloodied face.

"This is not the time to be asking questions! Go, now! I will only be able to hold them off for so long!"

The woman jumps up and scrambles, holding her baby tight as he cries once more.

"T-thank you…" She nods, then sprints down the road.

Eventually the woman arrives at a small hut on a hill near the edge of the city, and figures that it had to be the house the blond haired man was talking about. As she got closer to the house, she sees a smaller woman with the same blonde hair with minor greys, just like the mysterious man's, as well as the same shade of blue eyes. Before she could reach the door, however, the woman's body grew weary and her knees buckled and dropped to the floor. The blonde haired woman quickly rushes to her aid, trying to help her into the house.

"Ma'am? Are you alright? Can you stand, ma'am?" The blonde haired woman asked.

"I...I'm so weak...help me…" The weak woman pleads, her body slowly giving up on her.

"Stay with me, please! Let's get you inside, ma'am!"

"Y...you must...be Pyrrha…?" the weak woman questions.

"Yes, my name is Pyrrha. Pyrrha Alexandra. What's your name, ma'am?"
Pyrrha replied, still trying to lift up the rather heavy woman.

"My...name is...Danielle…"

"Okay Danielle, let's get you inside, you're almost there-

Danielle grabs at Pyrrha's skirt, her bloody hands giving the formerly white garment a dark red streak. Pyrrha looks at the woman, getting a sense of her facial features; brown skin, dark brown eyes, and full, thick lips. She then felt the woman's grip becoming shaky, and looks down at the small thing wrapped in her arms-a young, small baby boy.

"Please...you and I can both see that I'm finished...there's no hope for me...please...save him…! Please…!" Danielle begs, her faint grip tightening.

"...Okay. Give him here…" Pyrrha says, holding her hands out.

Once the baby is in her arms, Danielle lightly smiles-her features lighting up one last time-and collapses to the ground. Pyrrha notices that her body stopped moving, and the grip on her skirt loosened.

Pyrrha looks down at the young, adorable baby boy and holds him close, snuggling him.

"It'll be okay young one...your mother made sure that you would be safe. Let's get you inside, shall we?" Pyrrha whispers as she walks into the house and closes the door behind her.