AUTHOR'S NOTE
Alright, this is one huge crossover fan fiction, but its main theme is CASTLEVANIA. Okiedokie? Crossover elements include: Zelda, Vampire Hunter D, and X-Men. Disclaimers will be added when the story is finished.
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-PROLOGUE-
The night was still and crisp, the light dew just beginning to fall and barely dampening all it fell upon. The moon was full and bright, casting its calm rays down upon the earth. However, not all was as calm as the earth had hoped for this night.
Shurai pressed her body against the stone wall, tightly clasping the bundle in her arms as the metal clanging of armor was heard above her. The shadows provided her only protection, as she was unarmed. Her long ears attempted to pick up the sound of another horse, but she was disappointed when she heard nothing.
She turned to the bundle in her arms, looking down at the slumbering babe within it, softly kissing her forehead. She placed a flap of the blanket over the child's face, leaving it loose enough for her to be able to breathe. Shurai slowly sidestepped along the wall deeper into the shadows as the guards led their horses down the wall via a stone stairway, praying to the goddesses that the clashing of metal wouldn't wake her child and cause her to scream.
Shurai knew she had to find an escape path. She knew Kakariko Village like her own temple, but she didn't know the guards' patterns. They were looking for her child, no one else. She heard them talking amongst themselves, hearing them damn the child, calling her a 'spawn of Lilu' and that 'the holy mothers should smite the babe here and now, and even the mother for carrying such a horrid creature.'
That second one was uttered in sheer hatred of the child; Shurai was a respected woman in Hyrule, more than the original seven sages. She slowed her breathing, making it quiet. She contemplated sending a blast of wind at them, sending them off of their horses, but that would alert the attention of the other guards, and she did not know where they were, and if she tried to sense them with her mind, she was afraid they would have a guard excelling in the psychic arts that could feel her trying to probe.
The Sheikah woman looked frantically off to the hill beyond Kakariko, looking for the man who was to be her escort. When she saw him, she could run, but not until then.
A small whimper came from the bundle, and Shurai knelt down, softly whispering calming words to her child, her eyes squeezed shut in hopes that the guards would not hear.
"Any ideas?" one of the guards asked their leader. He thought for a long moment before grabbing the hilt of his sword tightly, testing its grip.
"It would wake the village, but for a good cause. She is trying to keep the child quiet, and our stealth isn't helping. Make as much noise as you can until I stop you; perhaps the child will scream."
Shurai was afraid they would do that. She held her child closer, her heart speeding up as she made a silent prayer.
The guards all took their swords, clashing the flat side against their armors, clanging them together with a sound reminiscent of lightning. The sounds spooked their horses, who whinnied loudly and snorted frantically.
It worked. Shurai's baby started to suck in breaths, letting out cries in between. Shurai couldn't help it now. She had to run. Extending one hand towards the guards, the other keeping a tight hold on the infant, she let loose a fierce blast of wind, luckily making it come opposite of the direction she was in, knocking over all of the guards. Their horses let out screaming wails, running off as fear gripped hold of them. As the guards were reeling from the gust, Shurai took off, one hand closed around her baby girl's mouth as she ran. They didn't see her, thinking she was in the direction where the wind came from. She hunched down near a house, seeing more guards, but this time, in the clear path in which she needed to run. This would be difficult.
Concentrating her power, Shurai lifted her hand again, summoning a williwaw that came over the wall of Kakariko and swooped down upon the guards, literally lifting them off of their horses. They were taken completely by surprise, especially when Shurai then controlled the same gust to carry them back to where she had disposed of the original guards. Satisfied, Shurai ran towards the exit of the village, but just as she passed the gates, an arrow flew towards her, hitting the wooden gate. Splinters flew at her but weakly hit her. Someone was smart enough to figure out she was using a diversion. Shurai sent another wind gust back at the fallen guards, gaining enough time to run out of the village and into Hyrule Field. She only hoped the gusts she sent would signal her escort.
Behind her, Shurai could hear the guards grunting and cursing at her as they regained their wits. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but was afraid that it would only call the attention of more guards. Instead, she focused on the job at hand, which was to get her child to safety. Getting out further into the field, arrows started to zoom past her, one almost catching her foot. They were getting impatient, and she couldn't stop to turn around and knock them aside for another brief moment to escape.
Horses were heard now; they had obtained their horses again. Shurai knew she wouldn't get far now. They were shouting at each other as well as to her, telling her that her life would not be endangered if she merely handed over the infant. No; Shurai knew they would only kill her the moment she gave the bundle to their leader.
The clopping of hooves got louder until one of the guards was riding along next to her. She ran away from him, but he only followed her. He was too close to send him away with the wind; she could hurt the baby. A hand reached down quickly, grabbing the bundle and ripping it from Shurai's arms.
"NO!" Shurai shouted as he shoved her away and she fell to the ground. She struggled to sit up, her arms shaking under the weight of her own body, suddenly not used to holding the child. She watched the retreating horse, hurrying to her feet and starting to run after her child's captor. "No! Wait!" she shouted futilely. Her legs started to give out on her, and she cursed herself, not even noticing the rider that came up alongside the guard until the guard shouted at him. She stopped, her eyes growing wide with hope.
It was her escort. He was here. "Thank Bryna..." she whispered, but that soon faded when she saw the guard pull out a small dagger, its blade glinting in the moonlight. It was made out of holy silver, and it was aimed at the bundle he held carelessly in his other arm. She screamed as he shot the dagger down, but the dark rider reached out, grabbing the child before the dagger pierced her body, or at least that's what she could see. Her escort's foot lashed out, and kicked the guard off of his horse before riding off himself towards the rendezvous point. Shurai weakly ran after him until reaching the Lost Woods. It would be safe here, which was why she chose this as their place to hide.
"'Ello?" Shurai called out, panting for air, moving sweat-soaked strands of hair out of her face. She heard her child scream, a wail of pain rather than upset. She ran towards the sound, seeing the rider gently holding the babe, a shred of his cloak pressed against her face. Shurai feared the worst, and ran towards him as he dismounted slowly.
"What 'appened?" She demanded, "Let me see..." her voice faltered as she saw the slash over her child's left eye. "...Oh Goddesses..."
"I'm sorry I couldn't get her away in time," he said sincerely, his voice soft and deep. "Do not worry; her sight will be fine. She will only have a scar." He held the bundle out to her, which she took gratefully, wiping away the blood with the shred of cloth.
"Thank ye, Morian," she whispered, "she'd be dead 'twasn't for ye."
"You must get her out of Hyrule quickly before they find you again. Since she is a Dunpeal, they are afraid to have another incident like that of Enya."
"I know..." she looked hopefully up at him. "Could ye...?"
Morian shook his head. "I apologize, but I cannot care for her. The best I could do is leave her where someone may hopefully find her. I... do not know of any orphanages."
Shurai bit her lip, looking back down at her child. She looked inside of her bundles, seeing the piece of parchment still concealed. "I wrote a letter t' whoe'er should find 'er... it's in th' language of yer world, tellin' 'er name..."
Morian nodded slowly. Shurai sighed, taking the parchment and giving it to him. "Leave it next t' 'er."
"I will..." he took the piece of paper and looked at it. "...Sora?" he asked, puzzled.
"Aye, 'tis 'er name."
Morian creaked what would be considered a smile. "I see... you do know how to cast a portal to my world, do you not?"
Shurai nodded, handing Morian the child. "Please make sure she is left t' someone who will care fer 'er..."
Morian took the baby, looking down at her. "I will, Lady Shurai."
She lightly touched her lips to the baby's head, leaning up on her toes to reach her in Morian's arms. "Bye, Sora..." With that, she knelt down on the forest floor, chanting the spell and opening the portal, ripping the space before Morian. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow, but she knew Morian would leave her with someone who would watch over her.
He gave her a final nod of farewell, and led his horse into the portal, and it closed behind him.
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Morian appeared in a town outside of the portal. Shurai just cast a portal, not knowing where she was leading him. From his surroundings and the scent in the air, he could tell he was in Rome, Italy. The aura of this place was good, and although it was night now, in the morning it would be bustling with activity, and the child would surely be found by either tourists or a native.
He placed Sora by a small tree in a town garden, the note next to her, and a flap of the bundle over her left eye.
"What if she falls into the wrong hands?" something told him. That thought had already entered his mind, and he was afraid for Sora because of it, but he believed only someone with a loving heart would take in an injured baby, and especially one who was a Dunpeal, if anyone even knew what a Dunpeal was... hopefully they would not find out the hard way.
However, he could tell this girl had a strong spirit. She had lasted through the pursuit, but left with a mark that would remind her heart of it for the rest of her life. Morian tightened the bundle around her, and she let out a small cooing noise. Slowly he moved away from her, mounting his horse, taking one last look at the child, and rode off, not going very far when Sora started to cry again. He chose to ignore her, hoping it would awaken someone who would help her, and continued to go his way.
*
Back with Sora, her cries awakened someone nearby, who at first looked out of his window, his golden eyes wide when he saw the bundle. Tightening his robe around him, he ran outside. He carefully knelt down and picked up the child, along with the note she carried with her. Her cries dulled down to soft sobs when she felt herself being picked up, and he read the note. It said her name and that her original mother could not afford to keep her safe, only wishing that whoever found her protect her and care for her.
He smiled, looking down at the bundle in his arms, moving it out of her face, surprised to see the slash across her eye. She squirmed until one of her arms was out of the bundle, and, as if she could sense him there without even opening her eyes, she flailed the arm over to him, lightly tugging on his silvery white hair draped over his shoulder. He let out a light laugh. "Well, Sora," he said, "let's get you cleaned up and inside out of the cold..."
=-=-=-=-=-=- -SIXTEEN YEARS LATER-
The streets of Romania offered no comfort as she ran through them. Sora was no longer a little baby, but instead a young woman, beautiful at any other time, but not now.
Her hand was clasped over the area between her right shoulder and neck, where a deep bite wound would permanently scar her. Her other hand was on her side where a gaping wound slowed her running. She would heal, she knew she would; she had survived all of the other beatings, and had the scars to prove it, but she had to find help first. She had to get out of his reach.
Behind her, Sora's adoptive father slowly advanced on her, not needing to run to catch up to the limping half-breed. Sora's head was filled with nothing but fear. She tried to run faster, but he caught up to her, grabbing her by her dark red hair, already caked with dried blood, and throwing her to the ground.
Was he going to try and force himself on her again? Sora had fought him off the first time, which led to him biting her shoulder and attacking her. She lay on the ground, helpless as he stood up, kicking her side, right in her wound. She screamed in pain, finally looking up at him when he stopped, his vampiric fangs bared, his yellow eyes fixed on her.
"Abbas, commodo dedi misericordia super mihi..." she pleaded.
His eyes showed no care. "...Vos vadum intereo hic." With that, he turned and left, leaving his adoptive child to die.
She watched him retreat, tears falling down her face. "Abbas, haud, commodo! Abbas!"
He did not turn around, and she watched him go until he disappeared. She lay down, and tried to scream for help. She was near the suburbs, perhaps someone could help her, but no one came. She tried asking for help in several languages: Romanian, German, Latin, Russian, French, even English. No one came. She kept pleading until she felt unconsciousness take over her.
*
Two teenagers walked through the streets at night, the boy with his arm around his girlfriend. They were talking about random things, and fell silent when they saw the body on the floor.
The girl gasped, running to the girl, kneeling next to her. "Hello? Hey!" She turned back to her boyfriend. "Eric, she's still alive! Call an ambulance!"
Alright, this is one huge crossover fan fiction, but its main theme is CASTLEVANIA. Okiedokie? Crossover elements include: Zelda, Vampire Hunter D, and X-Men. Disclaimers will be added when the story is finished.
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-PROLOGUE-
The night was still and crisp, the light dew just beginning to fall and barely dampening all it fell upon. The moon was full and bright, casting its calm rays down upon the earth. However, not all was as calm as the earth had hoped for this night.
Shurai pressed her body against the stone wall, tightly clasping the bundle in her arms as the metal clanging of armor was heard above her. The shadows provided her only protection, as she was unarmed. Her long ears attempted to pick up the sound of another horse, but she was disappointed when she heard nothing.
She turned to the bundle in her arms, looking down at the slumbering babe within it, softly kissing her forehead. She placed a flap of the blanket over the child's face, leaving it loose enough for her to be able to breathe. Shurai slowly sidestepped along the wall deeper into the shadows as the guards led their horses down the wall via a stone stairway, praying to the goddesses that the clashing of metal wouldn't wake her child and cause her to scream.
Shurai knew she had to find an escape path. She knew Kakariko Village like her own temple, but she didn't know the guards' patterns. They were looking for her child, no one else. She heard them talking amongst themselves, hearing them damn the child, calling her a 'spawn of Lilu' and that 'the holy mothers should smite the babe here and now, and even the mother for carrying such a horrid creature.'
That second one was uttered in sheer hatred of the child; Shurai was a respected woman in Hyrule, more than the original seven sages. She slowed her breathing, making it quiet. She contemplated sending a blast of wind at them, sending them off of their horses, but that would alert the attention of the other guards, and she did not know where they were, and if she tried to sense them with her mind, she was afraid they would have a guard excelling in the psychic arts that could feel her trying to probe.
The Sheikah woman looked frantically off to the hill beyond Kakariko, looking for the man who was to be her escort. When she saw him, she could run, but not until then.
A small whimper came from the bundle, and Shurai knelt down, softly whispering calming words to her child, her eyes squeezed shut in hopes that the guards would not hear.
"Any ideas?" one of the guards asked their leader. He thought for a long moment before grabbing the hilt of his sword tightly, testing its grip.
"It would wake the village, but for a good cause. She is trying to keep the child quiet, and our stealth isn't helping. Make as much noise as you can until I stop you; perhaps the child will scream."
Shurai was afraid they would do that. She held her child closer, her heart speeding up as she made a silent prayer.
The guards all took their swords, clashing the flat side against their armors, clanging them together with a sound reminiscent of lightning. The sounds spooked their horses, who whinnied loudly and snorted frantically.
It worked. Shurai's baby started to suck in breaths, letting out cries in between. Shurai couldn't help it now. She had to run. Extending one hand towards the guards, the other keeping a tight hold on the infant, she let loose a fierce blast of wind, luckily making it come opposite of the direction she was in, knocking over all of the guards. Their horses let out screaming wails, running off as fear gripped hold of them. As the guards were reeling from the gust, Shurai took off, one hand closed around her baby girl's mouth as she ran. They didn't see her, thinking she was in the direction where the wind came from. She hunched down near a house, seeing more guards, but this time, in the clear path in which she needed to run. This would be difficult.
Concentrating her power, Shurai lifted her hand again, summoning a williwaw that came over the wall of Kakariko and swooped down upon the guards, literally lifting them off of their horses. They were taken completely by surprise, especially when Shurai then controlled the same gust to carry them back to where she had disposed of the original guards. Satisfied, Shurai ran towards the exit of the village, but just as she passed the gates, an arrow flew towards her, hitting the wooden gate. Splinters flew at her but weakly hit her. Someone was smart enough to figure out she was using a diversion. Shurai sent another wind gust back at the fallen guards, gaining enough time to run out of the village and into Hyrule Field. She only hoped the gusts she sent would signal her escort.
Behind her, Shurai could hear the guards grunting and cursing at her as they regained their wits. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but was afraid that it would only call the attention of more guards. Instead, she focused on the job at hand, which was to get her child to safety. Getting out further into the field, arrows started to zoom past her, one almost catching her foot. They were getting impatient, and she couldn't stop to turn around and knock them aside for another brief moment to escape.
Horses were heard now; they had obtained their horses again. Shurai knew she wouldn't get far now. They were shouting at each other as well as to her, telling her that her life would not be endangered if she merely handed over the infant. No; Shurai knew they would only kill her the moment she gave the bundle to their leader.
The clopping of hooves got louder until one of the guards was riding along next to her. She ran away from him, but he only followed her. He was too close to send him away with the wind; she could hurt the baby. A hand reached down quickly, grabbing the bundle and ripping it from Shurai's arms.
"NO!" Shurai shouted as he shoved her away and she fell to the ground. She struggled to sit up, her arms shaking under the weight of her own body, suddenly not used to holding the child. She watched the retreating horse, hurrying to her feet and starting to run after her child's captor. "No! Wait!" she shouted futilely. Her legs started to give out on her, and she cursed herself, not even noticing the rider that came up alongside the guard until the guard shouted at him. She stopped, her eyes growing wide with hope.
It was her escort. He was here. "Thank Bryna..." she whispered, but that soon faded when she saw the guard pull out a small dagger, its blade glinting in the moonlight. It was made out of holy silver, and it was aimed at the bundle he held carelessly in his other arm. She screamed as he shot the dagger down, but the dark rider reached out, grabbing the child before the dagger pierced her body, or at least that's what she could see. Her escort's foot lashed out, and kicked the guard off of his horse before riding off himself towards the rendezvous point. Shurai weakly ran after him until reaching the Lost Woods. It would be safe here, which was why she chose this as their place to hide.
"'Ello?" Shurai called out, panting for air, moving sweat-soaked strands of hair out of her face. She heard her child scream, a wail of pain rather than upset. She ran towards the sound, seeing the rider gently holding the babe, a shred of his cloak pressed against her face. Shurai feared the worst, and ran towards him as he dismounted slowly.
"What 'appened?" She demanded, "Let me see..." her voice faltered as she saw the slash over her child's left eye. "...Oh Goddesses..."
"I'm sorry I couldn't get her away in time," he said sincerely, his voice soft and deep. "Do not worry; her sight will be fine. She will only have a scar." He held the bundle out to her, which she took gratefully, wiping away the blood with the shred of cloth.
"Thank ye, Morian," she whispered, "she'd be dead 'twasn't for ye."
"You must get her out of Hyrule quickly before they find you again. Since she is a Dunpeal, they are afraid to have another incident like that of Enya."
"I know..." she looked hopefully up at him. "Could ye...?"
Morian shook his head. "I apologize, but I cannot care for her. The best I could do is leave her where someone may hopefully find her. I... do not know of any orphanages."
Shurai bit her lip, looking back down at her child. She looked inside of her bundles, seeing the piece of parchment still concealed. "I wrote a letter t' whoe'er should find 'er... it's in th' language of yer world, tellin' 'er name..."
Morian nodded slowly. Shurai sighed, taking the parchment and giving it to him. "Leave it next t' 'er."
"I will..." he took the piece of paper and looked at it. "...Sora?" he asked, puzzled.
"Aye, 'tis 'er name."
Morian creaked what would be considered a smile. "I see... you do know how to cast a portal to my world, do you not?"
Shurai nodded, handing Morian the child. "Please make sure she is left t' someone who will care fer 'er..."
Morian took the baby, looking down at her. "I will, Lady Shurai."
She lightly touched her lips to the baby's head, leaning up on her toes to reach her in Morian's arms. "Bye, Sora..." With that, she knelt down on the forest floor, chanting the spell and opening the portal, ripping the space before Morian. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow, but she knew Morian would leave her with someone who would watch over her.
He gave her a final nod of farewell, and led his horse into the portal, and it closed behind him.
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Morian appeared in a town outside of the portal. Shurai just cast a portal, not knowing where she was leading him. From his surroundings and the scent in the air, he could tell he was in Rome, Italy. The aura of this place was good, and although it was night now, in the morning it would be bustling with activity, and the child would surely be found by either tourists or a native.
He placed Sora by a small tree in a town garden, the note next to her, and a flap of the bundle over her left eye.
"What if she falls into the wrong hands?" something told him. That thought had already entered his mind, and he was afraid for Sora because of it, but he believed only someone with a loving heart would take in an injured baby, and especially one who was a Dunpeal, if anyone even knew what a Dunpeal was... hopefully they would not find out the hard way.
However, he could tell this girl had a strong spirit. She had lasted through the pursuit, but left with a mark that would remind her heart of it for the rest of her life. Morian tightened the bundle around her, and she let out a small cooing noise. Slowly he moved away from her, mounting his horse, taking one last look at the child, and rode off, not going very far when Sora started to cry again. He chose to ignore her, hoping it would awaken someone who would help her, and continued to go his way.
*
Back with Sora, her cries awakened someone nearby, who at first looked out of his window, his golden eyes wide when he saw the bundle. Tightening his robe around him, he ran outside. He carefully knelt down and picked up the child, along with the note she carried with her. Her cries dulled down to soft sobs when she felt herself being picked up, and he read the note. It said her name and that her original mother could not afford to keep her safe, only wishing that whoever found her protect her and care for her.
He smiled, looking down at the bundle in his arms, moving it out of her face, surprised to see the slash across her eye. She squirmed until one of her arms was out of the bundle, and, as if she could sense him there without even opening her eyes, she flailed the arm over to him, lightly tugging on his silvery white hair draped over his shoulder. He let out a light laugh. "Well, Sora," he said, "let's get you cleaned up and inside out of the cold..."
=-=-=-=-=-=- -SIXTEEN YEARS LATER-
The streets of Romania offered no comfort as she ran through them. Sora was no longer a little baby, but instead a young woman, beautiful at any other time, but not now.
Her hand was clasped over the area between her right shoulder and neck, where a deep bite wound would permanently scar her. Her other hand was on her side where a gaping wound slowed her running. She would heal, she knew she would; she had survived all of the other beatings, and had the scars to prove it, but she had to find help first. She had to get out of his reach.
Behind her, Sora's adoptive father slowly advanced on her, not needing to run to catch up to the limping half-breed. Sora's head was filled with nothing but fear. She tried to run faster, but he caught up to her, grabbing her by her dark red hair, already caked with dried blood, and throwing her to the ground.
Was he going to try and force himself on her again? Sora had fought him off the first time, which led to him biting her shoulder and attacking her. She lay on the ground, helpless as he stood up, kicking her side, right in her wound. She screamed in pain, finally looking up at him when he stopped, his vampiric fangs bared, his yellow eyes fixed on her.
"Abbas, commodo dedi misericordia super mihi..." she pleaded.
His eyes showed no care. "...Vos vadum intereo hic." With that, he turned and left, leaving his adoptive child to die.
She watched him retreat, tears falling down her face. "Abbas, haud, commodo! Abbas!"
He did not turn around, and she watched him go until he disappeared. She lay down, and tried to scream for help. She was near the suburbs, perhaps someone could help her, but no one came. She tried asking for help in several languages: Romanian, German, Latin, Russian, French, even English. No one came. She kept pleading until she felt unconsciousness take over her.
*
Two teenagers walked through the streets at night, the boy with his arm around his girlfriend. They were talking about random things, and fell silent when they saw the body on the floor.
The girl gasped, running to the girl, kneeling next to her. "Hello? Hey!" She turned back to her boyfriend. "Eric, she's still alive! Call an ambulance!"