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Chapter I:

The Young Bandit

Cassandra was traveling thru Romania, to a certain Man's castle. As much she hated to admit it, she needed someone's help to save her sister from that accursed blade. She didn't want to have to rely on a former enemy the most though. She tried all her ally's, but it was the same story with each one. They all laughed in her face or they told her to 'Go home.' And that her sister was 'ten times' that she was. But deep down in her heart, she knew that her sister would die without Cassandra's saving of her. So she needed help the help of her and Count Sorel. Her thoughts were cut off though, as a sword flew just inches in front of her and stuck firmly into the cobble-stone street.

Then, all of a sudden, a young man, whom couldn't have been above eight-teen years of age, jumped of a roof top, pulled the sword out of the cobble stone and launched a devastating horizontal blow towards her.

Cassandra acted quickly and managed to guard the strike, albeit sloppily.

"Who are you?" Cassandra asked with a touch of fear in her tone.

The young man smirked and replied; "That's of no importance to you, doll." Cassandra began to grit her teeth. "What is important is that you will hand over your belongings and that you won't make a fuss." he said, ever so arrogantly. "And if I refuse?" she replied strongly. The young man's smirk then turned into a smile. "Then you die." he said calmly.

Soon Cassandra was upon the man in armor, delivering a combo of vertical slashes, followed by a powerful horizontal stab. The young man simply chuckled and deflected the blows with his armor and taunted. "Stupid Greek harlot, you have no power against me!" he then went on to insult her lineage, appearance and style as they fought. Soon Cassandra had had enough, so she flung her shield at him with all her might. This proved to be a large mistake though as that move played rights into his hand. "Idiot!" he yelled as he used his sword as a bat and knocked the shield into the sky. The fight had just became one sided.

He then jumped into the air and did a crushing vertical jump attack against her. She put up her sword to block it. This seemed to backfire though as the sword flew out of her hands at the strength of the strike.

The second Cassandra saw that her blade was now gone; a look of anger and fear was cast upon her face. "You jerk!" she roared at him.

"Now now." the young man paused to upper-cut Cassandra. "Lose gracefully wench." he the leaned in. "Truth of the matter is, I've never had such an easy victory." He whispered to her pompously. Then something unexpected happened. She unleashed a brutal kick against him.

The young man fell to the ground after a loud scream. Cassandra then laughed at him and said "How does that feel, punk!" "You think this is funny?" he retorted, holding his groin. The second he said this, Cassandra's shield that was in the air just happened to land on his head, rendering him unconscious.

'What a strange man.' She thought, grabbing her sword and shield and going back towards Count Sorel's castle.

'I hope my employer doesn't figure out.' The young man thought. 'Count Sorel is not one to tolerate the weak.'

Cassandra had finally reached Count Sorel's castle. "Hum…" she thought. "So he lives at this big place alone with his Daughter? Must be awful…"

Raphael heard someone knocking at the door of his castle so he went to see who it was. He was quite annoyed by this as he was reading to Amy at this time.

'Must be that mercenary I hired.' He thought. 'God that La Derniere Chance is annoying!' As he opened the door his eye's slanted at the sight of who was the door. He then began to think of a witty remark to greet her with.

"Raphael, I need your help." Cassandra said lowly, almost embarrassed.

By this time Raphael had finished the remark. "Well sorry ma'dam but I cannot fill you with hours of amazingly intense pleasures as I am reading to my daughter. You must be so disappointed." Raphael slowly felt a pompous, arrogant smirk appear on his face.

Cassandra managed to throw away the last remark without strangling Raphael."Actually I need your help saving my sister." Cassandra said with a fake smile.

Raphael then leaned in. "And why would I help you, Cassie-Pie?" Raphael asked, using the pet name he had given her.

"Because I happen to know that you're after Soul Calibur and I can help you get it." Cassandra stated, finally gaining a bit of ground over him.

Raphael then leaned further into Cassandra and asked her in a more cold tone then his previous joking one. "How could you help me?"

Cassandra could sense him weakening. "Well, as you may know, my sister is being forced to be a guardian of Soul Edge, so if you help me defeat and save my sister, she'll no longer be able to guard Soul Edge."

Raphael felt the pompous smirk appear on his face again and asked. "Humph! While that's all well and good, you seem to confuse Soul Edge with Soul Calibur, Cassie-Pie"

Cassandra sighed smoothly and replied. "The reason the two are connected is that if you have Soul Calibur the servants of Soul Edge will surely come after the you, so your only chance to stop them is to kill them. And your God help you if you lay a finger on my sister."

Raphael pondered this for a second and replied with. "Fine." Cassandra then let out a brief sigh. "But you'll have to take care of the rest of the servants of the evil blade. Got it?" He said finally.

Cassandra gulped deeply. She then thought 'I might be able to handle Sophitia, but all of those beasts?'

"I'll do it." Cassandra replied. "That's my Cassie-Pie. We shall leave as soon as my mercenary arrives." Raphael said seductively grasping her chin in-between his thumb and index finger. Just then, Amy walked in to the room.

"Father, what are you doing?" Amy asked Raphael.

"I was talking to my new associate." He replied rather quickly and jittery "Oh and Amy." he called.

"Yes father?" she asked.

"I'll be leaving tonight with La Chance and Cassandra."

Amy was obviously sad, and on the verge of crying. "Again? Every time you go on trips, you come back half-dead!" Amy told her father, although some she knew she could not talk him out of it.

"I'm sorry, but I have to-" Someone then cut Raphael off.

"Hey Maitre Raphael, It's me La Chance!" a young, blonde haired man yelled.

"You again!" yelled Cassandra, raising her sword at him.

"Whoa! Chill out!" La Chance replied, now fully calm.

"You two know each other?" Raphael asked, seeming like the most confused person here.

"It's a long story." replied Cassandra.

And after that, and a little bit of Raphael coxing Amy to be good with a new dress, the trio was off!

"Father I'm coming!" Amy said to herself, escaping the castle to aid Raphael on his journey.

A/N: I know it sucks but what can you do? Anything along the lines of constructive criticism is beyond welcome!