I do not own Soul Calibur 1, 2, or 3. I make no profit; I just wanted to make a story.
I apologize for the shortness of the first story. This one will be somewhat longer.
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Tira woke inside the house she had commandeered the day before. She stood and skipped to where her clothes lay. Dressing, she caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her mind did something of a standstill. It had been so long since she had stopped to get a look at herself. Her emerald hair shown out in the morning light coming through the open window. It was much longer than the last time she had checked.
It no longer was in that perfect style she liked. Considerably straighter now, it reached down right past her shoulders.
"Oh no, that won't do, nope!"
Skipping down the stairs, she passed through the door out to the small shack where she was sure the farmer had kept his tools. Opening the rotting door, she instantly saw the thing she needed. Getting the small carving knife, she went back into the room with the mirror, and sat down.
She spent about an hour cutting off hair to the exact way it had been when she had seen it last. In the act of doing this, she had set her mind in a rare state of calm. Hardly ever did she calm herself this much.
Finally finishing, she stepped down the stairs slowly this time. She began searching for food. A few minutes of searching turned up a pre-wrapped lunch of beef and bread. Concluding it had been for the farmer's next day of work, she ate it quickly. Her thoughts suddenly turned to the farmer and his wife. They hadn't been much fun. The woman had actually put up more of a fight than that coward of a man had.
When Tira had advanced on the two of them, the farmer had foolishly tried to lock himself inside with his wife. The door had fallen to ribbons in a heartbeat with a simple swipe of her ring-blade. After Tira cut down the pathetic farmer, Amelia had taken up a piece of fire wood and beat at the girl with it, Tira viciously cut her down as well.
No fun at all.
Something sparked in Tira's mind. The bodies. Turning and rushing outside she looked around. The corpses were gone. She hadn't moved them or anything, so how could they have disappeared?
A nagging feeling in her mind went unnoticed as her mind passed through a severely annoyed state. How could two bodies just vanish?
Footsteps sounded behind her. She spun around, ready to fight, but realized that Aiselne Drossel was inside. The figure coming towards her was clad in a brown leather tunic. His pants were a simple pair of slacks. His face was a handsome one, with blue eyes, black hair, and thin tattoo snaking from the tip of his eye down to his chin.
"Hi there, you wanna play?" Tira asked, quite irritated that she'd have to dismember this fool with naught but her bare hands.
The man's face was impassive as he halted. Crossing his arms over his chest, he spoke in a low voice.
"I believe it's time you slept again."
A buzzing sound sounded in her ears, and she shook to head to get rid of it. It only intensified. Then it changed from a buzzing to a very large pounding. Groaning in pain, Tira sagged down to the ground and fell into the pit of unconsciousness.
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Thoughts swam through her head, deep in her mind. They were of her life before she was freed from the life of an Assassin. They continued, probing through her life until it came to the point of her freedom. A sudden change in memories brought her for a moment to the moment she killed the family that had sheltered her for a time. A sharp, claw-like feeling shot through her. Had she actually killed them?
Radically, the scene in her mind passed to her first encounter of Nightmare, the hellish creature born from Soul Edge that she was so eternally loyal to. Why had she traveled this far? Ah yes, the sword. And Siegfried, the one who tried to kill Nightmare! Rage boiled through her, but was suddenly wiped away by a feeling of regret.
Wait! These were not her feelings! Why was she thinking of feeling sorry for that pathetic worm of a knight that had threatened her master? No, she would kill him is she met him. Pain coursed through her now, expelling that thought. What had she been doing all this time? Searching for Soul Edge of course! Why did she keep asking herself these stupid questions?
You aren't, I am. The thought was not her own, and suddenly light struck her eyes, and she bolted up, trying to get at the figure over her. But to no avail. She was tied down. Screaming in rage, she spat at him
"I'll rip you to pieces you cowardly bastard!"
The man stared at her with a frown, "You are in absolutely no position to make threats, girl, so be silent!"
"No! Let me go so I can crush your pathetic head to a raisin!"
The man's voice dipped to an annoyed growl, "I said be silent. Or do you wish to be put in a much more dangerous situation? I could easily tie you to a tree outside so the creatures of the night will tear at you slowly. No, I think you want to live."
Tira reluctantly fell silent. Oh if only her master were here to see this, the man would be nothing against the great blade.
"Your master doesn't care for you, little one. He has only ever used you."
Confusion racked her mind. A mind-reader? Impossible. The art of telepathy was long forgotten.
The man gave the very slightest of laughs, "Yes it has, except by those who were there when it was used at its peak."
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