Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story except Magicka.
Author's Notes: Well my second story for Fanfiction.net and is much more serious. If you read my battle of the bands story, then you should know who Magicka is. If not, read and find out. This is the prologue to the story, but the beginning of the quest should be up at the same time.
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Prologue, Ch.1: Soul Edge's Creation
Long ago, before Nightmare was defeated by Soul Calibur, and before Cervantes was defeated and Soul Edge was claimed by Seigfried Schtauffen, there was a village on the northern tip of Scotland. People there were a peaceful, happy folk. Know one knew of the Spanish pirate Cervantes de' Leon, or any other evils of this world. Yet these people guarded an important secret from the world without their own knowledge. Within the chapel of St. Peter, beneath the depths of the darkest cellar, was a tiny box. Not a plain, wooden box that you might find normally, but a richly carved oak-wood chest (and a small one at that).
Only Father Matthew knew what it held, and the power it concealed. Father Matthew kept it secret, kept it safe. Within the chest contained a single ruby that was split down the middle. The ruby though seemed to radiate with a dreadful power. It was a gift to the world from Hell itself. A gift of destruction. It was therefore sealed within the chest by Christ, and those scripts of the bible describing these events had been torn from the original copy. A line of priests had been protecting the chest since it's beginning and the family tradition had been passed on to Father Matthew. No one ever wandered below the chapel, and if they happened to, they wouldn't happen to find the chest, only racks of wine and rolls of scriptures on parchment.
Then it happened. One fateful morning, Everyone in town was about their usual business, and Father Matthew was taking notes. When, seemingly out of nowhere, a cannonball came screaming through the air into a cabin, smashing it to pieces. Everyone in town went into panic and Father Matthew immediately went to the cellar. Pirates stormed the village and among them as captain was Cervantes de' Leon, commanding what everyone was to do. Town guards fought bravely and as best as they could, but they were no match for the pirate invasion. As chaos was afoot a warrior known as Ishmael Conner ran immediately to the chapel where his family lived with the father. The young warrior told his wife to join the father in the cellar and bring his son, James, with her. He then took a few paces away from the door awaiting an attack, pulling out his javelin known as the Enciphered Rage.
Cervantes himself entered and immediately was lunged at by the man. The two had a long ferocious battle when Ishmael gathered his strength and summoned power around him, which most would call a 'Soul Charge'. He came at the pirate fast. Too fast. Cervantes parried and brought the Nirvana blade down into Ishmael's back, and he died a proud but painstaking death, knowing the man would surely find the cellar. He did, but before so he picked up the javelin and it magically shortened to a handle to fit in a belt. He then proceeded by shooting out the women. Father Matthew was holding the box behind his back and holding a cross to Cervantes, begging for him not to kill a man of god. Cervantes lowered his Nirvana pistol when the father made an attempt to stab Cervantes with a sharpened end of the cross. Quickly parrying Cervantes then took the father out. He picked up the chest and forced it open. He was thrown backwards and the ruby flew in mid-air, landing lightly on his chest.
He clutched it as the earth itself began to tremble. The ruby split in half down the line and opened up as an eye. It floated in air as flesh began to enravel around an invisible object. A blade and hilt then appeared in the gaps of the flesh, and landed softly in his hand. His skin became somewhat paler, and his hair turned pure white. Though, he felt not worse than before, he felt an immeasurable strength within him, and grinned with satisfaction. He grabbed Nirvana, which had clattered to the floor earlier, and attached it to his belt next to the javelin.
He then began his way out when he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes, moving. It was a child. Cervantes kneeled over the crying child. He gently picked him up and looked within the boy's pure eyes. He did not have the heart to kill something this small and gentle. He carried the boy in his arms and walked out of the chapel, back to shore. Cervantes would raise the boy as his own, making him just as cruel and unjust, yet a great fighter, and different from Cervantes as he would help save the world in the end.
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Well everyone what did you think? R&R please!
Author's Notes: Well my second story for Fanfiction.net and is much more serious. If you read my battle of the bands story, then you should know who Magicka is. If not, read and find out. This is the prologue to the story, but the beginning of the quest should be up at the same time.
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Prologue, Ch.1: Soul Edge's Creation
Long ago, before Nightmare was defeated by Soul Calibur, and before Cervantes was defeated and Soul Edge was claimed by Seigfried Schtauffen, there was a village on the northern tip of Scotland. People there were a peaceful, happy folk. Know one knew of the Spanish pirate Cervantes de' Leon, or any other evils of this world. Yet these people guarded an important secret from the world without their own knowledge. Within the chapel of St. Peter, beneath the depths of the darkest cellar, was a tiny box. Not a plain, wooden box that you might find normally, but a richly carved oak-wood chest (and a small one at that).
Only Father Matthew knew what it held, and the power it concealed. Father Matthew kept it secret, kept it safe. Within the chest contained a single ruby that was split down the middle. The ruby though seemed to radiate with a dreadful power. It was a gift to the world from Hell itself. A gift of destruction. It was therefore sealed within the chest by Christ, and those scripts of the bible describing these events had been torn from the original copy. A line of priests had been protecting the chest since it's beginning and the family tradition had been passed on to Father Matthew. No one ever wandered below the chapel, and if they happened to, they wouldn't happen to find the chest, only racks of wine and rolls of scriptures on parchment.
Then it happened. One fateful morning, Everyone in town was about their usual business, and Father Matthew was taking notes. When, seemingly out of nowhere, a cannonball came screaming through the air into a cabin, smashing it to pieces. Everyone in town went into panic and Father Matthew immediately went to the cellar. Pirates stormed the village and among them as captain was Cervantes de' Leon, commanding what everyone was to do. Town guards fought bravely and as best as they could, but they were no match for the pirate invasion. As chaos was afoot a warrior known as Ishmael Conner ran immediately to the chapel where his family lived with the father. The young warrior told his wife to join the father in the cellar and bring his son, James, with her. He then took a few paces away from the door awaiting an attack, pulling out his javelin known as the Enciphered Rage.
Cervantes himself entered and immediately was lunged at by the man. The two had a long ferocious battle when Ishmael gathered his strength and summoned power around him, which most would call a 'Soul Charge'. He came at the pirate fast. Too fast. Cervantes parried and brought the Nirvana blade down into Ishmael's back, and he died a proud but painstaking death, knowing the man would surely find the cellar. He did, but before so he picked up the javelin and it magically shortened to a handle to fit in a belt. He then proceeded by shooting out the women. Father Matthew was holding the box behind his back and holding a cross to Cervantes, begging for him not to kill a man of god. Cervantes lowered his Nirvana pistol when the father made an attempt to stab Cervantes with a sharpened end of the cross. Quickly parrying Cervantes then took the father out. He picked up the chest and forced it open. He was thrown backwards and the ruby flew in mid-air, landing lightly on his chest.
He clutched it as the earth itself began to tremble. The ruby split in half down the line and opened up as an eye. It floated in air as flesh began to enravel around an invisible object. A blade and hilt then appeared in the gaps of the flesh, and landed softly in his hand. His skin became somewhat paler, and his hair turned pure white. Though, he felt not worse than before, he felt an immeasurable strength within him, and grinned with satisfaction. He grabbed Nirvana, which had clattered to the floor earlier, and attached it to his belt next to the javelin.
He then began his way out when he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes, moving. It was a child. Cervantes kneeled over the crying child. He gently picked him up and looked within the boy's pure eyes. He did not have the heart to kill something this small and gentle. He carried the boy in his arms and walked out of the chapel, back to shore. Cervantes would raise the boy as his own, making him just as cruel and unjust, yet a great fighter, and different from Cervantes as he would help save the world in the end.
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Well everyone what did you think? R&R please!