Hey guys It's me agian. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile but here it is chapter3.
P.S. I dont own soul calibur.
When Mark awoke the next day he looked about in surprise." Where am I" Mark said confused. His head hurt and with every breath pain exploded across his chest. He looked down the wound was enormous spanning his entire chest diagonally; he winced at the sight of it. Ignoring the pain Mark sat up and looked around. He was in a tent. It had a low ceiling but he could stand up in it (Mark was not the tallest child). It was pretty empty except for a cot which he slept in, and a small table next to it. "How empty it is" he mused. But then he realized something his sword was missing from his side. He started looking frantically for it, but then he noticed it was just lying beside the cot. After recovering from his embarrassment at almost losing his sword he decided to go outside.
When he got out side the first thing he notice was a young girl cleaning up the remains of her breakfast. She noticed him and quickly jumped up. "Oh I'm glad to see your awake that wound on you chest looked pretty bad" the girl said. He remained silent for a second and stared at her, she was wearing strange clothing. "Hello?" the girl said when Mark hadn't responded. He realized that he was just staring at her. "Oh sorry" Mark said. "Its no problem you just woke up after three days, I can image being kind of wistful". "Three days!" Mark said in shock. "Well like I said that wound is pretty bad, what was someone of your age doing there" she said. At this Mark got very angry.
"Well your not that much older than me" snarled. "I apologize I didn't mean to upset you I was just commenting" she said. When Mark realized that he was getting a little to angry over something that wasn't that big of a deal he quickly uttered a string of apologies. "It's not a problem" she replied. Then she went talking about getting the wound looked at in the next village. But Mark wasn't listing; he had gotten so angry over nothing. Comment like that about his age always bothered him but he had never gotten that angry before. Could it have anything to do with the wound on his chest? No couldn't be….. could it?
So how did you like it? Read and review. Now before I go let me leave you with this thought:
"The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake."
