( Water Mill Valley )

A young girl was sitting by the water, humming a soft, happy tune. Her hair was in four ponytails, and she was feeding her bird as she looked up at the sky, and the wind made the trees whisper with glee.

"It is such a beautiful day," She said to no one in particular, looking up at the shining sun.

Suddenly, the trees whispered in a different tone; a tone of warning.

The girl stood up abruptly, her weapons in hand. Her bird, seemingly aware of the danger that was to come, flew back to the village that lay behind them.

She heard yelling; it was frantic and scared. It was coming closer by the second...the girl tightened her grip on her weapons.

Splash.

Something big fell into the water from the sky up above, and the girl was covered in water. She looked quizzically at the water, before she saw two hands grip the edge of the river. She backed away slightly, and let the figure come out of the water.

The boy looked to be about seventeen, with tanned skin, and bright brown eyes, reddened by the impact of water. His hair was in an intricate style that she had never seen, and he was wearing the weirdest clothing articles that she had ever seen.

"Um...excuse me?" She said softly.

The boy looked up, and he looked around at his surroundings.

"Wow." He spoke, looking around at the surroundings. "I am definitely not in Texas anymore." He said.

"Um...what is a Texas?" She asked innocently.

"...or in the year 2007, for that matter." He said, looking at the girl. "Uh..." He scratched in his head, smiling a little.

"Oh!" The girl said with a small giggle. "I am Talim." She said, bowing, no longer in the offensive stance.

"Okay...Im Dante." He said, and she nodded. "Can you...can you tell me whats going on? Because one minute, I was trying to help this old man find something that fell in the sewer, and then Im falling out of the damn sky." He said, noticing how Talim winced at the word 'damn'.

"What is that in your hand?" She asked, and he looked at his closed fist.

"Oh, this?" He asked, tossing the thing onto the floor, and Talim gasped; it was a shard of the evil sword, 'Soul Edge'.

The trees yelled in chaos.

Talim picked up the shard quickly, and held it to the sky as quick as she could, and the wind picked up speed, before it rested once more.

Dante was as confused as ever; where was he? Better yet, when was he? And why was the girl being so god damned weird?

"Wow...this shard of Soul Edge must have sent you back in time! This is amazing!" She exclaimed, looking at the shard in wonder.

"Umm..." He raised an eyebrow at her, and she stopped, and looked at him with a small smile. "Whats a 'Soul Edge'?" He asked.

"In this time..." Talim began. "The Soul Edge is a demonic sword that has taken the lives of many. Not too long ago, I, along with another man, had sealed its power away and had broken the sword...somehow; the shards must have traveled time..." Just as she said that, the shard in her hand disappeared into thin air.

"So, you mean to tell me Im in the...like, 1500s or something?" He asked, and she nodded a little. He shook his head, and pinched himself, wincing as he did; he wasnt dreaming. "Woah...this is incredible." He said.

"Dante...I require of your assistance." She said, and he looked up at her. "The fact that the shard has brought you to me...this means that I am to teach you the ways of my people...the ways of the wind." She said, and he raised his eyebrow.

"Wait, 'Ways of the wind'?" He asked.

"Yes." She answered.

"Will I get a weapon like that?" He asked, referring to her two weapons.

"If you are worthy enough, yes. Come, we have no time to waste." She said, and she took his arm, and dragged him toward the village.