Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur or any of its characters.and if I did you know I'd be working off of a much nicer computer.like a nice Alienware.^-^ Anyhow, I'm a poor mofo so Namco wont sue anyhow as well as Nintendo since I don't own Link but if I did I sure as heck wouldn't share him.

AN: This is my first fanfiction.net attempt so I may not have all the SCII facts straight or an altogether a really gripping tale. Doesn't mean I won't try though. If I'm off, kindly correct me and I'll be better for it. Thanks!

Soul Calibur II: Disrupted Stillness

Prologue: Quest for Knowledge

You enter a crumbling cathedral, surveying its aged dependence on its ancient foundations that seem to cling to the earth like dust on a relic. Footsteps echo hollowly as your shoes tread the worn bricks and cobblestones under your feet. This place is in itself, a holy place; yet one that holds more importance for its roles in the stories of many individuals that were in search of Soul Edge.

By now, the edifice itself is preserved; letting those, much like yourself, who wish to learn about the heroes that had once stood within the hallowed building partake of what documentation is left. Upon inquiry towards one of the caretakers about what would be a good volume to browse through, she moves carefully to a shelf and pulls a large tome off, cradling it with great care. Handing it to you, she smiles knowingly and moves on to help another visitor; leaving you with the yellowing volume in your keeping.

As if in wait for you, a padded chair sits near a window at a low table, perfect for reading; so you decide to take up a place there and set the book on the tabletop gently. Using a hand, you push a little of the grime that time had deposited on its cover away and open the cover carefully. Orderly and elegant script flows across the parchment like ripples in a pond that lure your eyes to consume the words and drink in the narrative as they begin to dance over the first few sentences.

"Fate and destiny have exceptional ways of dealing the cards of a warrior's life. This tale is like numerous others encompassing the Sword of Salvation except in the way that our hero becomes involved against her fonder wishes. Nevertheless, it is still a tale to be told like all others with little bias and as much detail as this simple writer can muster. I am, admittably not creative enough to construct a story as wonderful as this in my opinion; for truly, some of the best stories happen on their own."