Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur, Soul Edge, Taki or Sophitia. These all belong to NAMCO.
Such a pity; they won't let me have them. Oh well. But this fanfic is mine.
Requietum
by jin long
jin_long@lycos.com
Chapter 2
"Hephaestus! Why do you forsake me?!"
The gods were capricious, she knew. Their support and their kindess could easily
turn into abandonment and wrath. Athena was kind to Odysseus, yet had led a
girl to commit suicide. Poseidon had given the horse to humanity, but had led yet
another maiden to turn into a monster.
Was Hephaestus no different? Would he too lead another maiden to an unkind fate?
Would he lead her to such an end, a baker's daughter who did only his will?
Sophitia remembered the battle at the harbor, remembered how fear had her in its
grasp. She had almost lost her faith then, but no, she told herself to believe. For
she was sent by the gods, this was their will, and they would stand beside her as
she worked their miracle upon the earth.
She felt so small, looking at the Spaniard before her, seeing the bloodlust in his eyes.
She had not killed before; no, how could a baker's child ever have known the darkness
of combat? Or know how it was to take a life?
She could not kill him. Shattering one of the pirate's evil blades was all she could do,
and that was not enough.
Sophitia remembered the pain of the shards entering her body, the agony that seemed
to burn her as they buried themselves deep. She felt their venom course through her body
and she fell to her knees.
The pirate loomed above her, and his smile was evil, chilling her to her very bone. In his
hand he held the partner of the blade she had shattered, and it seemed to lust for her
blood in revenge for its lost companion.
She was to die. She would die not having finished off the evil blades. Where were the gods
now? Where was Hephaestus? She desperately needed their strength to even move with
all the pain she was feeling. Where were they?
Hephaestus, was it not your will? Sophitia could feel the darkness taking her.
The gods of Achilles, of Agamemnon, of Odysseus.... the gods that gave them the power
to defeat the Trojans.... where were they now? This evil would spread to the world, would
engulf even Greece. She was the only one that could stop its advance, and now she was
about to die. Would they not help her to end the blades' evil?
The pirate swung the blade down at her, and somehow time seemed to slow. She thought
of her family, knowing she would not see them again.
A baker's daughter was, in truth, no warrior......
"Hephaestus! Why do you forsake me?!"
Her vision began to blur as the pain took her. It was to end soon. She was to have failed.
She wasn't sure of what happened next. She felt the air in front of her become agitated, as
if something or someone had moved in front of her. She heard the clang of steel against
steel, and she forced herself to look up, to see the one who had taken her from death.
The sunlight seemed to shine upon this mysterious warrior, and to her eyes it seemed like a
godly glow, a welcome warmth. It was then she heard Hephaestus' voice, a soft comfort in the
back of her mind.
"I forsake you not, oh maiden of mine."
Sophitia felt like crying, felt like rejoicing. So she had not been left after all! So the world had
not been left to die, and the evil of the blades had no free reign. So if she died, the world
would not come to an end.
"Behold, to you I send one of my own."
Sophitia collapsed on the ground, the wounds taking their toll. At least if she should not live, the
world had another savior. And now, she could die in peace.
Her eyes closed to the sound of the pirate's agonized scream as the servant of her god slew
him.....
Sunlight met her blue eyes as she awoke from the dream, though she thought that she had died
and was in Elysium. Sophitia blinked, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the light. It was then
that she saw that her wounds had been treated. But moving still made them ache, a sign that she
was nowhere near Paradise.
"I see you have awoken," a voice said.
to be continued......
Such a pity; they won't let me have them. Oh well. But this fanfic is mine.
Requietum
by jin long
jin_long@lycos.com
Chapter 2
"Hephaestus! Why do you forsake me?!"
The gods were capricious, she knew. Their support and their kindess could easily
turn into abandonment and wrath. Athena was kind to Odysseus, yet had led a
girl to commit suicide. Poseidon had given the horse to humanity, but had led yet
another maiden to turn into a monster.
Was Hephaestus no different? Would he too lead another maiden to an unkind fate?
Would he lead her to such an end, a baker's daughter who did only his will?
Sophitia remembered the battle at the harbor, remembered how fear had her in its
grasp. She had almost lost her faith then, but no, she told herself to believe. For
she was sent by the gods, this was their will, and they would stand beside her as
she worked their miracle upon the earth.
She felt so small, looking at the Spaniard before her, seeing the bloodlust in his eyes.
She had not killed before; no, how could a baker's child ever have known the darkness
of combat? Or know how it was to take a life?
She could not kill him. Shattering one of the pirate's evil blades was all she could do,
and that was not enough.
Sophitia remembered the pain of the shards entering her body, the agony that seemed
to burn her as they buried themselves deep. She felt their venom course through her body
and she fell to her knees.
The pirate loomed above her, and his smile was evil, chilling her to her very bone. In his
hand he held the partner of the blade she had shattered, and it seemed to lust for her
blood in revenge for its lost companion.
She was to die. She would die not having finished off the evil blades. Where were the gods
now? Where was Hephaestus? She desperately needed their strength to even move with
all the pain she was feeling. Where were they?
Hephaestus, was it not your will? Sophitia could feel the darkness taking her.
The gods of Achilles, of Agamemnon, of Odysseus.... the gods that gave them the power
to defeat the Trojans.... where were they now? This evil would spread to the world, would
engulf even Greece. She was the only one that could stop its advance, and now she was
about to die. Would they not help her to end the blades' evil?
The pirate swung the blade down at her, and somehow time seemed to slow. She thought
of her family, knowing she would not see them again.
A baker's daughter was, in truth, no warrior......
"Hephaestus! Why do you forsake me?!"
Her vision began to blur as the pain took her. It was to end soon. She was to have failed.
She wasn't sure of what happened next. She felt the air in front of her become agitated, as
if something or someone had moved in front of her. She heard the clang of steel against
steel, and she forced herself to look up, to see the one who had taken her from death.
The sunlight seemed to shine upon this mysterious warrior, and to her eyes it seemed like a
godly glow, a welcome warmth. It was then she heard Hephaestus' voice, a soft comfort in the
back of her mind.
"I forsake you not, oh maiden of mine."
Sophitia felt like crying, felt like rejoicing. So she had not been left after all! So the world had
not been left to die, and the evil of the blades had no free reign. So if she died, the world
would not come to an end.
"Behold, to you I send one of my own."
Sophitia collapsed on the ground, the wounds taking their toll. At least if she should not live, the
world had another savior. And now, she could die in peace.
Her eyes closed to the sound of the pirate's agonized scream as the servant of her god slew
him.....
Sunlight met her blue eyes as she awoke from the dream, though she thought that she had died
and was in Elysium. Sophitia blinked, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the light. It was then
that she saw that her wounds had been treated. But moving still made them ache, a sign that she
was nowhere near Paradise.
"I see you have awoken," a voice said.
to be continued......