Hello and welcome to my brand new story! Ever wondered what Talim would be like if she was evil? Well this is pretty close. This is the story of Yunsung, a childhood sweetheart of Talim's, as he attempts to calm the beast Talim has been transformed into. I don't own Soul Calibur or any of its stuff.
First, an introductory chapter.
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They're calling them eras now.
It's rather disgusting that something to do with Soul Edge's power should be given such a prestigious title of an 'era'.
And yet they even give the name to it's captor, which goes on to slay a thousand men. Lovely. Completely and utterly deserving of such a great honour as to have an entire space of time named after them, don't you think?
Well we've just got over Nightmare's era. Nightmare killed hundreds if not thousands of men and women and children under the influence of Soul Edge, feasting upon their souls. It was horrible. We lived in fear of him coming to our town each and every day, taking lots of safety precautions. And there was stories abound, stories which would make your toes crawl back into your feet. The men told them in the village, and I always steered clear, covering my ears if necessary, trying to block out the tales of terror from our surrounding lands.
And then...well, he was dead. No-one knew who or what killed him, or how, or why. But word got about that he was dead, and the Major came and held a congregation and confirmed to us: "Yes, he is dead!". And there was whoops and cheers and men came over and spontaneously kissed me on the cheek like it was New Years Day, because they were so happy, and I was so happy too.
Just when we were waiting for the guards to give us a bit of leeway, there was bad news. Familiar news. Soul Edge had a new host.
After a precious month of celebration, it's deja vu all over again. It's early yet for stories, apart from one. I hear( even i'm a little curious) of a girl, who couldn't be older than 15. She moves so quickly the person is dead before they know it. Her eyes and hair are black, and her skin is wrought with cuts. One said, "She moves so quick- it was like the wind.!"
And so she was dubbed: "Tornado." This is Tornado's era.
Diary extract from a woman living at the time.
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