(AN: This is another tale of souls and swords. lol! Not my usual introduction to a Soul Calibur fan-fic, but this is not a usual Soul Calibur fan-fic. Here you are about to see something that is quite different, as far as typical story-telling and how the world is viewed. Co-written by my brother [he's not on here: he thinks all fan-fics are M-rated slash smut], what you are about to see is a new look at the fan's favorite character of the Soul Calibur universe. Yes, this is the story of Tira.)
(Borrowing from Siegfried, as well as Yoshimitsu: Angel of Vengeance and [in part] The Early Church, I will dispense with linear story-telling and re-tell our chief character's tale through flash-backs, which have significance to what is being told in the present. As with Siegfried, all of Tira's dialogue, regardless of mood, will be in normal font. Since we have the rare chance of looking into her mind, all of her "jolly" thoughts are Italicized and all of her "gloomy" thoughts are in bold.)
(Now, let us begin...in the middle of the story! [lol])
Torment
1600 AD
Aww, she looks so nice and peachy, one half of her mind thought, as she stared at the little blond child, lying down with her chin curled up beneath her knees.
She's weak and stupid! The other thought retorted. She still sucks her damn thumb when she sleeps.
It's just because she misses her mommy, the first thought began. The one we destroyed!
We didn't destroy her, quoth the second thought. She destroyed herself.
You're such a kill-joy, the first thought said.
Besides, the second thought asked. How can she miss someone she never met?
-|-~-\o/-~-|-
A little girl was playing in a field. Above her head, a song-bird flew out of her tree, merrily tweeting as she went. The little girl laughed to see such a pretty blur of color. She wanted to touch it, to feel it if was as pretty as it looked. She ran out after the bird, but its wings carried it out of reach. She wished she were a bird, with wings capable of flying. Then she would be free, able to go wherever she wished. The birds knew everything, for they were truly free, they could see all things, even to the ends of the world.
Suddenly, she heard a sad, pathetic squawk. She looked about, then felt something squishy beneath her foot. She lifted her little foot and saw a tiny baby bird, who had fallen out of the mother song-bird's nest: she had crushed it with her foot, killing it. For a moment, the little girl stared at the bird, wondering why it didn't move. It seemed so graceful, the way its beak was open and its little tongue splayed out of its mouth. She giggled, poking the dead bird. It nudged with her finger, but then remained stiff.
Minutes later, an excited little girl ran to her house to show her mother and father the dead bird. What she found, however, was the house aflame.
It was so exciting! The crackling of the flames, the shining lights of the fire, the warmth of the blaze: it made Tira's little heart race. In her ears, she heard strange noises, noises that seemed to fill her heart with euphoria, with desire, with ecstasy, rising up within her like a falcon that sprouted up from the tips of her toes and rose up throughout her, filling up every single inch of her body.
The noises were the screams of her parents. Her face was splitting apart at the corners with a huge smile.
-|-~-\o/-~-|-
Everyone has parents, the happy thought stated. We never remembered ours.
They were of no consequence, the gloomy thoughts stated. They wouldn't have enjoyed our euphoria, our desires. They would have seen them as strange, unwanted, evil!
They're all so unfair!
That's hardly the least of it!
She looked down at sleeping Pyrrha, so young, so innocent. Even at twelve years of age, she was as innocent as when she was three. She knew nothing of the evils of the world, of lust, greed, hatred: all the things that made her, Tira, all warm and fuzzy inside. Deep inside, she felt a strong desire to introduce her to that evil, to be the Snake in her Garden of Eden, to spoil this poor, delicate little flower.
It would be so fun!
(AN: In order for this story to be told as it should be, it will definitely be M-rated. I know there are some things I'm not allowed to talk about on here, so I will attempt to skirt around them in order to tell the story [as we interpret it] without getting this story taken down.)