Disclaimer: I own nothing of Soul Calibur. Just using it for this fanfic.
Chapter 1: The Story Unfolds
Kilik stood at the edge of the stone steps leading into the light blue lake of the Proving Grounds. For weeks now, Kilik has felt the evil presence of Soul Edge becoming stronger and stronger. His bare chest was used to the cool weather since he came to the proving grounds. Yet his mind was full of many questions. Did we not destroy Soul Edge for good? He and his comrade, Chai Xianghua, were able to defeat the evil Inferno or Soul Edge himself, after a harsh battle. He crossed his arms.
"Could I have not defeated it totally?" He thought to himself. He then dug into his red pants and pulled out a stone given to him by Xianghua on the first time they met. He now knew what he needed to do. He turned and into the stone halls of the temple. He went into his dormitory and opened a wooden box. There, he picked up his brown belt he wore around his chest known as the mirror, Dvapara-Yuga. He has been trying to improve both his body and his mind with fierce training. He strapped the belt from the right shoulder to the left side of his abs, picked up his staff and left the door.
"Leaving so soon?" Edge Master asked him coming out from a corridor. Kilik bowed and told him,
"I must see an acquaintance," He said, looking in the eyes of Edge Master. Edge Master smiled.
"Well then, good luck," He said turning around into another hallway. Kilik crossed his arms for a moment and then left the temple towards a certain Buddhist temple in Japan.
Her purple heels clicked down the empty hallways of her mansion. The dim-lit hallways did not scare her at all. Heading towards the library, she stopped at the painting of her father. She frowned with anger in her eyes.
"Why did you have to curse me with your blood you fool," She said turning away from the painting of Cervantes and heading towards her library. She pulled out a match from her tight boot and made a small ember for a candle. She hovered her fingers in front of the spines of books beginning with O. "Origin," She whispered as she pulled out the dusty black book out of the shelves. Her tight magenta costume made her feel cold since there was skin showing. Book in hand, she headed into her mother's room and looked in her closet and pulled out a white coat. She then returned to the library where the lit candle was. She opened the book and noticed the wrinkled yellow pages.
"Old," She said, still looking through the pages. She flipped them until she noticed and interesting drawing of two swords looking so familiar. Her eyes then glistened with knowledge behind her short white hair.
"So that's what the old man wants. Well, my father was always crazy," She said reading the book. It read,
"The holy sword of Soul Calibur is hidden in the sacred sword in the holy trinity, Krita-Yuga. It is a complete opposite of the Evil Soul Edge. The Soul Edge is a sword who posses the user who is not strong enough by heart. This means that many people have fallen in its grasp and still continue so," she read. "The maker of this sword-" She was interrupted by a window crashing in the mansion. She quickly looked up and slipped off the coat and walked to the second shelf of the "I" section in the library. She pulled on the wood and opened a door with a glass case of her sword, Valentine.
She opened the class case and pulled out the sword and headed into a room where some family paintings were. She opened the door to find a black man hidden in a white robe with a very sharp scythe in hand.
"Who are you," She said in her regular English accent. The man chuckled.
"Did you read the book," The man asked her. Ivy said nothing as she smiled, refusing to let go. It was until a few moments later that she left.
"Yes" She said.
"That book in your possession…contains information you don't deserve knowing. Give it to me at once," He said. Ivy smiled her grinning smirk.
"Well, aren't we cheeky, this will be fun. If you really want it, come and get it," She said holding the metal blade in her hand. The man in front of her pointed the scythe at her.
"I have no need for your childish games. Give it to me," He said advancing towards Ivy Valentine. He finally got in his fighting stance and swung a slash at her only to hear a clinking of metal. She was quick, more of a fighter than expected. He swung again and Ivy slashed once more. They kept attacking each other. Ivy soon managed to get the upper-hand. She not only swung but her blade then released it self into a metal whip which wrapped around the man's scythe. She then began to pull, but the man's powerful arms pulled her instead and she came so close, he swiped the book away from her hands and slashed her sword, Valentine, out of her hands. As she quickly ran to her blade and picked it up, she saw the man burn up the books with his own hands and run off. Ivy stomped on the floor.
"Damn," She said, frowning at the open window revealing sunshine.
The cry of her black bird pierced the silence of the cool forest.
"No Birdy, we won't attack just yet," Her green lips spoke as she kissed the black raven on the head as it rested on her arm. With a movement of her arm, the raven was off. Her name was Tira. She was standing on a strong branch of a tree. "So sad, many seventeen girls don't get to have so much fun," Tira spoke silently laughing her evil laugh. Her short green hair moved slowly in the wind. She wore purple gloves with some green feathers around her wrists and a green shirt ripped from her chest revealing her stomach and chest. She also wore very tight pants covered by green boots of leathered with some purple lines on them. She also wore her shin guards. However, she never traveled without her huge ring with the sharp edges a sword has.
"It's time," She said snapping her fingers. She jumped into the wind and onto the roof of the man living with the young twelve year old girl.
Tbc?
Sorry for the very short chapters. But I am planning to make chapter 3 a way longer chapter than this has been. REVIEW!