Requiem
Ch.2
A/N: It is 11:18 at night. I am tired, but I will not sleep! Muahahahahaha....I'm just too addicted to this right now....heh...
Sophitia had been sleeping when she heard Siegfried stand. He was leaving, and something told her to let him leave. But that little voice had been overruled by the one that told her to stop him.
"Siegfried! Leaving without even saying goodbye?" she shouted, and he turned around.
"Goodbye." he said, and began to walk out when she grabbed his shoulder.
"Let me go with you! I can help you reach the sword, it is too powerful for you to deal with it alone! Please, let me help you!" she shouted, and he flipped around.
"I don't need your help!" he shouted, and she drew her sword.
"Then pass my test. If you can beat me, then I'll leave you alone. If you cannot, then you're nothing close to strong enough for Soul Edge. What do you say?" she asked. Instead of answering in words, he simply drew his sword.
*!*
The battle was long and tiring, but Siegfried had just managed to defeat Sophitia. When she could take no more, she lifted her hands, and threw down her weapon.
"I did underestimate you." she said, and he looked away. Little did she know he was blushing. "If you will not allow me to aid you physically, at least accept my gift. It is a sword that is rather defensive, and also restores life force. It is not Soul Edge, but may come in handy." she said, and handed him the Atlas sword. He accepted it willingly, and turned to leave, then reached down and picked a single white rose. He turned and handed it to her, then.
"Thank you, Sophitia. I will not forget all you have done for me." he said, and with that, he was gone. She stood alone, admiring the rose he had handed her.
It was shaped perfectly, and did not posess a single thorn. It was literally the perfect rose, and she turned to watch the door he had just exited, hoping he would return. But he did not. She simply sat there for a few moments, then turned away to watch the fire.
He had been the most attractive man she had ever seen, and couldn't be too far from her age. When she had found him lying face-down outside the temple, she had been sure he was dead until she felt a pulse. Then, she hauled him inside, and laid him down on a soft blanket from the temple and bandaged his wounds.
But now she sat on that blanket alone, secretly dreaming of her visitor as he pressed on outside.
*!*
Siegfried was walking quickly. He had lost valuable time when he had stayed in the temple. Even though he did not regret his stay, it had been a bit akward to be in a holy temple with a beautiful woman. Very akward. But he did not regret his stay at all-he had a strange feeling in his heart. Something he had not felt since the death of his father. But he could not return to the temple-he had to reach the coliseum. A rumor of a prize offered to anyone that could defeat four fighters in a row had caught his attention. He reached the doors of the large stone structure, but before he could go inside, a familiar hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
Ch.2
A/N: It is 11:18 at night. I am tired, but I will not sleep! Muahahahahaha....I'm just too addicted to this right now....heh...
Sophitia had been sleeping when she heard Siegfried stand. He was leaving, and something told her to let him leave. But that little voice had been overruled by the one that told her to stop him.
"Siegfried! Leaving without even saying goodbye?" she shouted, and he turned around.
"Goodbye." he said, and began to walk out when she grabbed his shoulder.
"Let me go with you! I can help you reach the sword, it is too powerful for you to deal with it alone! Please, let me help you!" she shouted, and he flipped around.
"I don't need your help!" he shouted, and she drew her sword.
"Then pass my test. If you can beat me, then I'll leave you alone. If you cannot, then you're nothing close to strong enough for Soul Edge. What do you say?" she asked. Instead of answering in words, he simply drew his sword.
*!*
The battle was long and tiring, but Siegfried had just managed to defeat Sophitia. When she could take no more, she lifted her hands, and threw down her weapon.
"I did underestimate you." she said, and he looked away. Little did she know he was blushing. "If you will not allow me to aid you physically, at least accept my gift. It is a sword that is rather defensive, and also restores life force. It is not Soul Edge, but may come in handy." she said, and handed him the Atlas sword. He accepted it willingly, and turned to leave, then reached down and picked a single white rose. He turned and handed it to her, then.
"Thank you, Sophitia. I will not forget all you have done for me." he said, and with that, he was gone. She stood alone, admiring the rose he had handed her.
It was shaped perfectly, and did not posess a single thorn. It was literally the perfect rose, and she turned to watch the door he had just exited, hoping he would return. But he did not. She simply sat there for a few moments, then turned away to watch the fire.
He had been the most attractive man she had ever seen, and couldn't be too far from her age. When she had found him lying face-down outside the temple, she had been sure he was dead until she felt a pulse. Then, she hauled him inside, and laid him down on a soft blanket from the temple and bandaged his wounds.
But now she sat on that blanket alone, secretly dreaming of her visitor as he pressed on outside.
*!*
Siegfried was walking quickly. He had lost valuable time when he had stayed in the temple. Even though he did not regret his stay, it had been a bit akward to be in a holy temple with a beautiful woman. Very akward. But he did not regret his stay at all-he had a strange feeling in his heart. Something he had not felt since the death of his father. But he could not return to the temple-he had to reach the coliseum. A rumor of a prize offered to anyone that could defeat four fighters in a row had caught his attention. He reached the doors of the large stone structure, but before he could go inside, a familiar hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
